Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Erine81981]

*sitting on the stoop to 123 Sesame Street* *sighs* I still haven't found any of the dormies around here ever since i got here. It's like they all.....left! *throw arms into the air*

Oscar: *pops up* You still here?

Yes Oscar. Me and the others will be here till Sunday...i believe.

Oscar: Oh no! You mean i have to put up with you through the weekend. *groans*

Don't worry Oscar. I won't bother you anymore. *walks off*

Oscar: What? But but...hey....*groans*....Now who will i get my kicks from? *looks around and sees a girl and two little fellows walking towards the trashcan* This'll be fun. *laughs* *closes his lid half way while looking out*

[Fragglemuppet]

*walking by, at first not noticing Oscar*
Gobo: Uh, Kate, isn't that that grouchy creature, Oscar?
Oh, yeah. I thought I smelled something noxious!
Gobo: *with a hint of sarcasm* Yes well, as an explorer it's important to notice these kind of subtleties...
Now call me crazy, but I'm up for a little fun! *wicked grin*
Wembley: Um, Kate, are you sure you want to do this?
Well, what can I say? I'm bored. *notices a peble on the ground, and throws it, just hitting the lid of the can*
Wembley: Gee, that was loud. Wasn't that kind of a mean thing to do?
Aw, he loves it. *yelling* Yo, Oscar, you stink! What's rotten? *to self* I'm probably going to be sorry I asked that...

[Winslow Leach]

Roosevelt Franklin bops/scats around the room in a frenzy...

RF

Scoobydoobeedoobeedobeedooooooooooo!

Lefty: Doesn't dat kid ever stop? Someone oughta tell 'im ta lay off da Pop Rocks...riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: I must admit, Lefty, although I do admire the lad, I agree with you wholeheartedly. The young fellow is full of pep, yes, but it's driving me up the proverbial wall.

Mr. Turtle: Silence you two! You're merely jealous because the lad has a spring in his step. You get up Lefty, and your back cracks. And Mr. Newsman...I shudder to think of the sounds you make when you get out of bed in the morning. I never knew the human body could produce such sounds! And I've been with Dickie Burton at his lowest.

Lefty: O_O Let's kill da toitle!

Newsie: What are you, nuts?

Lefty: Shaddap! He's mine, I could do what I want wit 'im! Let's moider 'im, blame it on Tommy, an' we'll 'ave toitle soup fer dinner! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: Lefty, don't--

Lefty approaches Mr. Turtle's tank; as Lefty is about to pick up his pet, Mr. Turtle maces Lefty in the eyes.

Lefty: Blaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhh!

RF: Hey, man. Not so much noise. You're disrupting my scat.

Diddleediddleeeeedoooooooooooooooo...

[Erine81981]

(OCC: You can control anyone you want to. So if you wanted too you could do Oscar if you wanted to)

Oscar: Ow! *pops out rubbing his head* Oh everything in this can is rotten.

Over at Homer's Honker House.........

Herry: Thanks for letting me and my sister to come over.

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk.

Yea thanks for letting me stay as well. I've never had been in a honker's house before. It's really neat. *leans one a wall which honks*

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honky! *slaps his knee*

Flossie: *running around* This place is.......AWSOME!

Everyone starts laughing

[Fragglemuppet]

OOC: Thanks, I wasn't sure so I thought I'd play it safe.

*to Oscar* I thought as much. So, tell me, how does it feel to be celebrating 40 years? And just think, unlike some of our friends here, you've been here for every single one of 'em! Feeling old much?

Oscar: First of all, and you get this straight! I don't have friends, here or anywhere else! Second of all, don't you know anything? We grouches don't age! At least most of us don't. Thank goodness that's the only thing we have in common with those goodiegoodie muppet types. Oh, and as for how I feel, I feel rotten! Just miserable, and I love it, heh heh heh.
Well, I'll leave you to your wrechedness then. Have a bad night!
Oscar: *yelling* Same ta you!
*walking away*
Wembley: Boy, that was brave!
Gobo: Yeah, even I don't like to get into a conversation with him.
Well, ya just gotta know how to talk to him. And talking to him helps me let off a little steam. He's the only one I know that, the more I yell and insult him, the better!
Wembley: If you say so.

[BEAR]

(OCC: You can control anyone you want to. So if you wanted too you could do Oscar if you wanted to)

Oscar: Ow! *pops out rubbing his head* Oh everything in this can is rotten.

Over at Homer's Honker House.........

Herry: Thanks for letting me and my sister to come over.

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk.

Yea thanks for letting me stay as well. I've never had been in a honker's house before. It's really neat. *leans one a wall which honks*

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honky! *slaps his knee*

Flossie: *running around* This place is.......AWSOME!

Everyone starts laughing

(ooc: Oscar is actually part of my group this year in a status similar to when kyle had him. Please have fun with him though)

[BEAR]

(On the stoop of 123 Sesame Street...)

Elmo: Hey, Big Bird! You want to go over to Hooper's Store for lunch?
Big Bird: No thanks.
Elmo: What's wrong?
Big Bird: Bryan was supposed to be here to spend time with us on Sesame Street but he had to leave.
Elmo: Leave?
Big Bird: He didn't say why.
Telly: Big Bird! Elmo! We heard from Bryan! There is a fire near his home and he had to evacuate!

[Erine81981]

Gordon: *comes outside on the stoop* Hey guys. I heard you were talking about the fire near your firends place Big Bird.

Fire Fighter Grover: I can helllllllllp!

Telly: It's alright Grover.

Fire Fighter Grover: But i heard someone mention a fire.

Big Bird: I sure do hope Bryan is ok.

Gordon: I'm sure he is Big Bird.

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: So, my dear Roosevelt Franklin, how do you enjoy this madhouse--room--so far? Got your bags packed yet?

RF: No, man. I'm really enjoying my new digs. And it's cool seeing Lefty again. Yeah, me and him were kicked outta Sesame Street back in the day.

Lefty: Yeah, don't go openin' dat can 'a woims again, bed-head, er I'll give youse a knuckle sandwich! I still feel da pain of losin' many pigeons on accounta bein' booted from da Street...an' I ain't talkin' da winged kind!

RF: At least my school--the school named after me--is still standing.

Lefty: Is it?

RF: Um...I guess so...

Lefty: Youse guess so, but ya don't know! Maybe it ain't named after you no more, on accounta people forgot who you was. Riiiiiiiiiiiight!

RF: No, that could never--I mean--(looks downcast; sniffles) You really know how to bring a guy down.

Mr. Turtle: Nice going, you bloody fool! This is the first time I've seen the poor boy down.

Lefty: Well he's gotta loyn sometime dat life ain't all dancin' an' scattin'.

Newsie twists Lefty's nose in a Three Stooges-like manner, and hits him in the stomach.

Newsie: That's what you get for popping Roosevelt Franklin's balloon, you...you...crum-bum! Lookit. You made me say a dirty word...

RF: Thanks, Mr. Newsman. But next time he bothers me, I'll handle him.

Newsie: Think you can, son?

Roosevelt Franklin nods, grabs Lefty by the collar, and hurls him out the window.

RF: You know, I feel better already!

RF dances and sings.

RF

Bully! Bully! B-U-L-L-Y!
Bully! Bully! B-U-L-L-Y!
He ain't so rough,
He ain't so tough,
He ain't so fancy,
That little pansy!
Bully! Bully! B-U-L-L-Y!
I took care of the bully!
B-U-L-L-Y!

[The Count]

*Eerie music plays as Count and Uncle D skulk their way into Charlie's for dinner.

Me, rubbing Fatatatita's head... Nice cool November night. C'mon pretty kitty, let's head back inside.

[BEAR]

(Calling Kyle...)
Bryan: Hey, Kyle. I'm sure you heard about the fires. I'm okay for now, but would you keep an eye on Big Bird for me and let Ed know to keep an eye on my room for me? Thanks! You have the keys. Talk to you later.

[Erine81981]

(Calling Kyle...)
Bryan: Hey, Kyle. I'm sure you heard about the fires. I'm okay for now, but would you keep an eye on Big Bird for me and let Ed know to keep an eye on my room for me? Thanks! You have the keys. Talk to you later.
*listening to the message on phone* I wonder if Bryan remembers that i'm here with Big Bird at Sesame Street? Oh well. I can do that for a friend. *walks over to Big Bird's nest area* Hey Bird.

Big Bird: *looking at a picture of Bryan* Hello Kyle.

What's worng?

Big Bird: I wished Bryan was here.

Don't you worry. Oh and i got a phone call from Bryan for me to look after you.

Big Bird: For real?

Yes. *gets cell phone out and plays the message for Bird*

Big Bird: Always good to hear his voice.

Yes it is. How about a sleep over at your nest.

Big Bird: Sounds great! I'll call Snuffy, Elmo, Ernie and Bert.

And i'll call Zoe, Telly, Grover, Cookie Monster and Rostia.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *digging through the fridge* Huh? Oh crud, we're all out of orange soda...

Spamela: >_> Great.

Zoot: ...so? =P

Dr. Teeth: O_o WHAT? ! NOOOOOO! Aw lordeh, the apocalypse is comin'! *screeches*

Ailie: *screams as well and runs around in a circle*

Zoot: -_- *getting a headache*

[Winslow Leach]

RF zips to Ailie's door, and begins bouncing and singing...

RF

Who wants orange soda?
Who wants orange soda?
O-R-A-N-G-E-S-O-D-A!
O-R-A-N-G-E-S-O-D-A!
Gimme Gimme Gimme
Orange soda!

[Erine81981]

Zoe: This was really fun Big Bird. Thanks for letting us come over and camp out with you.

Big Bird: Anytime Zoe.

Yes guys and girls. I'm looking over Bird till Bryan gets back. He's always doing some type of play.

Elmo: Elmo really loves putting on plays.

Herry: I know i really do.

Ernie: Me too. How about you Bert?

Bert: What?

Ernie: The plays we used to put on for our friends.

Bert: Oh yea but you always made me do the silly parts. I hated it.

Grover: Oh come on Bert. Everyone lovvvves them. I know sure do.

I know everytime i watched them. I really enjoy them Bert. I didn't care what you were dressed up as. You were great.

Bert: I was? Really?

I thought you were.

Bert: Wow! Me an actor. *stands up*

Ernie: Don't let it go to your head Bert. *laughs*

Bert: Oh Ernie. Are there any more cookies?

Cookie Monster: Me wished there were more cookies. Me starving.

Why not go to Mr. Hoopers or to Charlies.

Grover: I am not working tonight. So why not?

Big Bird: Sounds good to me. How about you Snuffy? *pats Snuffy on the head*

Snuffy: *opens eyes* What was that Bird?

Big Bird: Kyle is going to take us to Charlie's to eat.

Snuffy: Oh boy. I just love their Snuffle Speiggtti and Meatballs.

Zoe: I love their ham sandwiches.

Grover: I always get their peanut butter sandwiches.

Well then. Lets go!

Everyone heads out of Big Bird's Nest and over to Charlie's Restrant

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *about to slam the door in RF's face but is too slow*

Ailie: NO! WE NO HAVE ANY ORANGE SODA!

Dr. Teeth: ;_; WHYYY?

[Winslow Leach]

RF produces a bottle of orange soda.

RF: You do now! Ice cold, too! Orange soda for everyone! Yeaaaah!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: SQUEE! Thanks, Arn--er, Roosevelt!

Dr. Teeth: ...I love this kid. O_O

[Winslow Leach]

RF looks around Ailie's dorm...

RF: Wow, this is a great place! A lot neater than ours. By neat, I mean literally neater...there's not a scrap on the floor. Lefty has candy bar wrappers and apple cores all over the place, and Tony is always picking up after him. Drink up! Orange soda for everyone! And look what else...(produces a large bag of pretzels) Pretzels!

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: O_O Pretzels?

TG: Hoo, boy...

Cait: GIMME! *steals a portion of the pretzels* *goes back to watching JHH on YouTube*

Digit: *watching the episodes with her* ... *sighs* And it was doing so good, too...

Waldo: Yeah...

Lindy: ... why'd they have to end it?

Lips: ... *is not even gonna tell them about "Baywatch"*

[WhiteRabbit]

RF looks around Ailie's dorm...

RF: Wow, this is a great place! A lot neater than ours. By neat, I mean literally neater...there's not a scrap on the floor. Lefty has candy bar wrappers and apple cores all over the place, and Tony is always picking up after him. Drink up! Orange soda for everyone! And look what else...(produces a large bag of pretzels) Pretzels!

Ailie: Me no like pretzels. =P Me want cheetos.

Dr. Teeth: O_O Meh too.

Spamela: *steals some of the pretzels*

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: Me no like pretzels. =P Me want cheetos.

Dr. Teeth: O_O Meh too.

Spamela: *steals some of the pretzels*

RF: Quit hogging the pretzels, Spamela, there's plenty to go around! Cheetos, huh? Well...you're in luck again! Kinda...I have generic, store-brand Cheetos here...(takes out bag of Cheetos) Enjoy!

Lefty bursts into room.

Lefty: Bed-head! I knew it! I knew ya lifted my orange soda, pretzels, and generic, store-brand Cheetos, on accounta my odder roomies know da rules...don't touch my stash! Now hand 'em over before I grab a razor, an' shave yer head bald! Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: Well, I never! ;_; *throws some in his face, looking insulted*

Ailie and Dr. Teeth: GIMMIE! *fight over the bag savagely*

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: Well, I never! ;_; *throws some in his face, looking insulted*

Ailie and Dr. Teeth: GIMMIE! *fight over the bag savagely*

Lefty: 'Ey! Crum-bums! (Lefty blows up a paper bag, and pops it) Did youse not hear me? Stop eatin' my food! (to RF) Yer nuttin' but a common teef, ya little skunk, ya know dat?

Lefty chases RF out of the room; he returns a moment later.

Lefty: Stupid punk kid...(grabs bag of Cheetos) Gimme dat! Get yer own! (grabs pretzels and soda) Ta tink in dis day and age such thievery! Youse'll never get nuttin' free from me again! (to Dr. Teeth) BOO! Heh heh. Did I scare ya, wimpy? Youse gotta watch out fer me. I'm like a cat. At foist youse won't know I'm dere, an' den...I pounce! Riiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Pfft...yeah, yo not a cat, yo a p--

Zoot: *punts Lefty out of their dorm and through the roof* ...O_o

[Winslow Leach]

As Lefty flies through space...

Lefty: I regret noooooooooothiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!

---------------------------

In Tony's room, Newsie is looking at the moon.

Newsie: Ahhh. There's nothing like a bright full moon...(Lefty sails past moon; Newsie does a double take) ...I thought I just saw a crum-bum fly past the moon! Better lay off the cough drops, Newsie...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *still fighting over the bag with Ailie* Mine!

Ailie: Mine!

Dr. Teeth: MINE!

Ailie: MIIIIINE!

Zoot: *can't fall back asleep* *roars* SHUT UP! >_>

Both: O_o

[The Count]

Ah... It's good to be back home. Ima thinking of a game for later, will have to talk to Kevin about it though. Gotta deal with these bad apple crum-bums now. *Sigh.
*Leaves TV on to listen to my shows while working on the computer like always.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: So I tink Scrooge an' da Bah Humbugs'll play dere foist gig in January, on accounta da lead singer bein' in da hospital longer dan anticipated.

Tony: What about the other two?

Lefty: What odder two?

Tony: The other two..."band" members...?

Lefty: Oh! Dem! Uh...I dunno...I haven't been able ta find either one. But I'm sure dey'll show up.

Tony: So you have a band...but you don't have any actual band members, is that it?

Lefty: I just told ya! Da lead is gonna be in da hospital fer a coupla months, an' I can't find da odder two--yet. But I'll get 'em.

Tony: How?

Lefty: I haven't figured dat one out yet, stop pressuring me!

Tony: Scrooge and the Bah Humbugs...you're a riot, Lefty, you know that?

Lefty: Okay Mr. Smarty-Pants. If dat ain't a good name, let's see youse come up wit sometin' better!

Tony: How about...The Invisible Man Minus One...or I Ain't Got No Body?

Lefty: Cute.

Tony (smirks at camera) Why thank you!

[The Count]

*Smiling wide... Hope Beth likes the FB gift I just sent her. Wonder if the guys are on their way back home from Sesame Street. We'll have to plan for T-Day, if there'll be anyone joining us or if it'll be an individual late lunch with our respective families. Mmm, I can hardly wait. :hungry: :insatiable: :shifty:

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Hey Newsie. (pause) Hey Newsie. (pause) Newsie?

Newsie stands motionless, expressionless.

Tony: Newsie? Is this invasion of the body snatchers or something? Have you become a (gasp) pod person ? ?

Newsie enters, cup of coffee in hand.

Newsie: Hey Tommy.

Tony: Hey Newsie. (double-take) Hu-whaaaaaaaaaa ? ? ? !

Newsie: I see you've met Newsie 2.0

Tony: Newsie 2.0?

Newsie: Heh, yes. I had Dr. Honeydew whip him up for me. He's a robot.

Tony: Um...whyyyyy...?

Newsie: Obvious reasons. You know how misfortune seems to follow me after every broadcast?

Tony: Yeah.

Newsie: Well...that's where Newsie 2.0 comes in. You see...from now on, he'll take the brunt of my blows! From now on, I shall go through life unscathed! All I have to do is write the stories up, drive down to the studio ahead of time, plant 2.0 in my chair, and watch him get hit in the head by falling cows, eaten by furniture, devoured by a giant squid, electrocuted--

Tony: I get it.

Newsie: Of course he's indestructible. Whatever happens to him won't damage or bust him in any way. Pretty neat, huh?

Tony: Can I see him in action?

Newsie: Sure! Okay, watch this...

Newsie fiddles with a few gadgets on the back of 2.0, and in a few moments, the doppleganger is speaking, in a Newsie-like, but robotic voice.

Newsie 2.0: Here...is a...Muppet...Newsflash...strange occurance at local zoo as...twenty gorillas break free and rampage...nearest...banana factory...

Tony: Wow.

Newsie: Wanna see him move?

Tony: He can move?

Newsie: Of course he could move! He's as animated as me!

Tony: Is that a good thing?

Newsie fiddles around in the back of 2.0 again; suddenly the robot begins to spark...smoke slowly rises from its collar...

Tony: Is that supposed to happen?

Newsie (backing away) Nooo!

The robot jerks violently out of control; more sparks and smoke...it begins babbling uncomprehendingly.

Newsie 2.0: Heckabeckkabokkawokkasertwyhhhh....

Newsie: It's gonna blow!

Tony and Newsie leap behind a bed.

Newsie 2.0 EXPLODES.

The severed head, wires hanging out like spaghetti, lands sideways on the floor, still babbling...

Newsie 2.0's Head: Chuckawuckaunnnreffoter...

The head spins around for a bit, lets out a final, pathetic gasp, and is still.

Newsie: Well. I guess I'll have to go back to being strangled by drapes...hit with cannonballs...burned by my telephone...

Tony: Newsie, I hope you learned your lesson. There's only one you. You can't replace yourself with robots, pod people, doubles or anything else, ya mook. You're you. You should be happy enough.

Newsie: Gee, thanks, Tommy. I feel a lot better.

Tony: No problem...(under breath) ...besides, there's nothing more entertaining than watching you eaten by atomic lobsters...

Newsie: Huh?

Tony: Nothing. Just commenting on how much I enjoy your informative broadcasts.

Newsie: Oh. Thank you.

Lefty sticks his head out of his closet.

Lefty: Riiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty disappears.

[Erine81981]

So Big Bird, are you enjoying being with me and your friends?

Big Bird: Yeah. I really enjoy being with both you and Bryan.

I'm really glad to hear that. That makes me happy.

*music starts to play*

Where did that come from?

Big Bird: I don't know but let's sing.

Ok.

Big Bird and Me: La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Sing
Sing a song
Sing out loud
Sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing of happy, not sad

Me: Oh i love it when it's happy.
Come on dear friends. Everybody sing!

Everyone starts singing with us

Sing
Sing a song (Big Bird: Come on everybody.)
Make it simple
To last your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Sing
Sing a song

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.........

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ... O_o ... o_O *glances around, neglecting her sleeping roomies and pulls out a megaphone* PLEASE DO NOT LAND FLYING ICE CREAM TRUCKS ON THE BEACH! !

Zoot: *wakes up with alarm and falls off his bed* O_O Ailie!

Spamela: *moans and throws a pillow at the weird girl*

Dr. Teeth: *half asleep* MMMmmmm...ice cream...

Ailie: *gets hit with the pillow and blinks* ...well, I'm off to school. Laters, everyone. =P *standing there for a moment, waiting for them to shower her goodbye hugs and pleas for her to stay*

Zoot: ...just go. -_-

Dr. Teeth: *out of it* ...vanilla?

Zoot: Go back to sleep. =P

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty is trying to pull a Tootsie pop out of Mr. Turtle's mouth...

Mr. Turtle: Unnnnn...

Lefty: C'mon, ya dumb toitle!

RF: HEY LEFTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Lefty: Bedhead, gimme a hand 'ere.

RF: WHY ARE YOU PULLING THAT LOLLIPOP OUT OF MR. TURTLE'S MOUTH?

Lefty: Gahh! Kin youse tone it down a bit, Hyper Harry? Dis crum-bum idiot toitle wanted ta prove dat he could still eat one 'a dese. I bet 'im he couldn't!

RF: YOU WIN, LEFTY, YOU WIN! WIN! WIN! W-I-N! WIN!

Lefty: Yeah, I win nuthin' if he dies!

RF: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

Lefty: Stop shoutin' fer one ting...fer anudder...get behind me, an' pull!

RF: YOU WANT ME TO PULL YOU?

Lefty: Yeah.

RF stands behind Lefty, and pulls him back.

Lefty: GACK! Not yet, ya stooge! On da counta tree! One...two...tree...

Lefty pulls, RF pulls...

Lefty and RF both crash backward into the wall; Mr. Turtle's jaw is still clamped shut, lollipop still stuck in place.

[The Count]

Hmmm... Think I'll listen to a bit of online radio for a while. Waiting to see if I can contact a fellow forum friend if she comes online tonight about something in the works.
*Count and Uncle D are reminiscing over the photos of their fiends and colleagues from the old days, struck up during a conversation as they came back from Sesame Street.

All's pretty much peaceful with us for now, enjoying the coolth of the November nights.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *poking her head into Tony's dorm and holding up a chewed up, white stick* ...all right, which one of you flatfoots stole my lollipop? >_> *mouth and tongue is smeared with purple*

Spamela: *facepalm*

Ailie: *sees Mr. Turtle with the Tootsie Pop stuck in his mouth* Aha! *yanks on it as hard as she can and it flies out, whacking Zoot in the head*

Zoot: ACK! X_X Stickyness!

Ailie: >_> Mr. Turtle, I'm surprised at you! I thought you were a diginified gentleman; I never thought you'd resort to stealing!

Dr. Teeth: Seriousleh... =P *hoarding candy in his hat*

Zoot: ... *trying to yank the lollipop out of his hair* ;_; Nyaaaa...

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Phooey! Pah! Thank you, Miss Ailie...and don't look at me, I certainly didn't steal your sweets. You know who took it, and shoved it into my mouth, despite my protests.

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Er...heh heh heh...look at dis guy over 'ere, tellin' tales outta school...(under breath) Shut up, ya mook, er I'll give youse to da Swedish Chef!

RF: HEY SPAMELA, DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME, ROOSEVELT FRANKLIN?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Voldemort? *gasp*

Dr. Teeth: *sucking on a Ring Pop* O_O AAAAAAAH! He-who-mus'-not-beh named, kid!

Ailie: RUN! *slams into the closed door*

Spamela: Well, it's nice of you to offer, RF but, um...you're a little too young for me. And I'm, um, already seeing someone else. *takes a picture of Clifford out of nowhere and kisses it* <33

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: Well, it's nice of you to offer, RF but, um...you're a little too young for me. And I'm, um, already seeing someone else. *takes a picture of Clifford out of nowhere and kisses it* <33

RF: I'm not too young! And my momma says I'm the handsomest boy in the world! What's that Clifford guy have that I don't have? I bet I'm smarter than him! I bet he doesn't have a school--or anything--named after him, like me, Roosevelt Franklin! Come on, chickie baby, let's cut a rug!

RF grabs Spamela, and begins frantically dancing around the room with her.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *vaguely* But it's such a nice rug...I don't want to wreck it. ;_;

Dr. Teeth: *had too many Ring Pops* Hey, Donatello...let's totalleh have a race righ' now! Ya can star' with this rock! *sets it beside him* GO DONATELLO! IT'S YO BIRTHDAY! YEEEEEEAH!

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: *vaguely* But it's such a nice rug...I don't want to wreck it. ;_;

Dr. Teeth: *had too many Ring Pops* Hey, Donatello...let's totalleh have a race righ' now! Ya can star' with this rock! *sets it beside him* GO DONATELLO! IT'S YO BIRTHDAY! YEEEEEEAH!

RF: DON'T BE SILLY, TOOTS! MY MOMMA SAYS I'M THE BEST DANCER IN THE WORLD! SCOOBYDOOBEEDOOBAAA!

Mr. Turtle: Yeah. I'm going to race a blasted rock! Where did you get it anyway? From the many rolling around in your head? Why don't you race the rock, and I'll sit back and feast on my supper of beluga caviar that Anthony so thoughtfully brought for me to feast on this evening.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *trying wriggle away from him* help...? X_X

Zoot: *can't decide whether he should help Spamela or not*

Dr. Teeth: *gets distracted by a fly on the wall while Mr. Turtle's talking* C'mon, Leonardo...ya can beat him. *shoves him lightly* Have faith in yoself! ;_;

[The Count]

*Oblivious to the party in Tony's room. Wonder what everybody else is up to? :cool:

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle (to Dr. Teeth) Need some brains, scarecrow? I said I'm not racing that rock! Now be quiet before I have Lefty krazy-glue your trap shut! And he'll do it, too...he's done it to me numerous times!

RF: YOU KNOW, YOU'RE REALLY LIGHT ON YOUR FEET, SPAMMY! CHA CHA CHA! SWING YOUR PARTNER, DO-SI-DO! WHEEEE!

Crazy Harry lights a stick of dynamite, and throws it out the window.

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: ...O_o *blinks*... *gives Mr. Turtle a light shove again*

Spamela: *screams, getting tossed around like a rag doll*

[Winslow Leach]

RF continues to frantically waltz around the room with Spamela...

Lefty (to Dr. Teeth) C'mere, fuzz face...I got sometin' fer ya! (Lefty blows up paper bag, and pops it in Dr. Teeth's face) Keep away from da toitle! He's mine! M-y-n-e!

RF (as he dances) MINE! M-I-N-E! MINE!

Lefty: Shaddap! As I was sayin', Toot, I don't wantcha pesterin' da toitle. Unless youse pay me a nickel per minute. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *doesn't even flinch when the bag gets popped in his face and grabs Mr. Turtle back* O_o *pushes Lefty out the window*

Ailie: *pushes Lefty off the Eiffel Tower* =P

Spamela: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ;_;

Dr. Teeth: *puts Mr. Turtle beside the rock again* C'mon... O_O He's tailin' ya, man...

[Winslow Leach]

RF dances more quickly with poor Spamela...

RF: HACHACHA! DOOBEEDOOBEEDOOWHAHAHAHA!

Mr. Turtle rolls over and plays dead, out of exasperation.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(note to Ed: I'm back - I just moved into a new apartment, 'cause of my new job, and it took me a while to get things cleared up and my new net connection up and running. So are my roommates and I still together?)

[The Count]

Of corpse you are silly. Was AWOL myself last week due to net line troubles of my own. It's all taken care of... *:batty: leaves a tray of welcome back cookies for Erin and Co.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(in room 7)

Beige: Mmm...cookies...(drools)
Storyteller: Beige, do that away from the plate, please...so what are we going to tell them?
Nora: What do you mean?
Storyteller: We haven't been here in a while - how are we going to explain our hiatus?
Beige: What are you talking about, we weren't off on medical leave.
Storyteller: No, Beige, a hiatus isn't a medical condition, it's...oh, never mind.
Erin: Here's my excuse...I was busy adjusting to a new job.
Nora: Mrs. Farley and I went to some old library out of town, and Mrs. Farley got lost somewhere in the existentialist authors section.
Scooter: My uncle blew his top at his employees and got an ulcer in the process. The doctor recommended a few weeks in the country, and my uncle took us with him so he'd have someone to boss around.

[WhiteRabbit]

RF dances more quickly with poor Spamela...

RF: HACHACHA! DOOBEEDOOBEEDOOWHAHAHAHA!

Mr. Turtle rolls over and plays dead, out of exasperation.

Spamela: *eventually passes out, too tired to dance anymore*

Dr. Teeth: *nudges Mr. Turtle* C'mon, Mr. T, ya don' want that lame rock beatin' ya. Move, man...eye of the tigah...let's go. O_O *shoves more*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: This is the most humiliating thing I have ever been subjected to....I absolutely cannot race a bloody rock, you fool! Why don't you eat some more of your candy and keep your mouth shut, that's a good lad.

RF: SPAMELA! WAKE UP! OH NO! I THINK I KILLED HER!

RF bolts out of the room.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: ... *drools*

Dr. Teeth: Aw, man...he's realleh killin' ya...maybeh ya need some motivation. *hollering like a rabid football coach* HUSTLE! ! MOVE IT! C'MON, LADEH! LET'S GO!

Zoot: *about to whack him over the head with a baseball bat*

Dr. Teeth: *blinks* Hm...that didn' work eithah. *snaps* Wait, I got a bettah idea!

Ailie: Red bull?

Dr. Teeth: Pfft...no. Mah solution is brillian'! *leers at Mr. Turtle* *starts singing and disturbingly happy and catchy music comes out of nowhere*
Put one foot in fronta the othaaaah
And soon ya’ll beh walkin' 'cross the flooo-ooo-or
Put one foot in fronta the othaaaah
And soon ya’ll be walkin' out the dooooor...

Ya nevah will get where yo goin'
If ya nevah get up on yo feet --*nudges him*
C'mon, there’s a good tail wind blowin'
A fast walkin' man is hard ta beat... *actually walking on air* *moonwalks like Jacko*

Zoot: O_O *backing away*

Ailie and Dr. Teeth:
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrrr
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the flooo-ooo-orrr
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrr
And soon you’ll be walking out the door...

Dr. Teeth: If ya want ta change yo direction--

Ailie: *slams into a wall* X_X

Dr. Teeth: If yo time of life is at hand
Well, don’ beh the rule, beh the exception
A good way ta start is ta stand!

Both:
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrrr
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the flooo-ooo-orrr
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrr
And soon you’ll be walking out the door...

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: ... *drools*

Dr. Teeth: Aw, man...he's realleh killin' ya...maybeh ya need some motivation. *hollering like a rabid football coach* HUSTLE! ! MOVE IT! C'MON, LADEH! LET'S GO!

Zoot: *about to whack him over the head with a baseball bat*

Dr. Teeth: *blinks* Hm...that didn' work eithah. *snaps* Wait, I got a bettah idea!

Ailie: Red bull?

Dr. Teeth: Pfft...no. Mah solution is brillian'! *leers at Mr. Turtle* *starts singing and disturbingly happy and catchy music comes out of nowhere*
Put one foot in fronta the othaaaah
And soon ya’ll beh walkin' 'cross the flooo-ooo-or
Put one foot in fronta the othaaaah
And soon ya’ll be walkin' out the dooooor...

Ya nevah will get where yo goin'
If ya nevah get up on yo feet --*nudges him*
C'mon, there’s a good tail wind blowin'
A fast walkin' man is hard ta beat... *actually walking on air* *moonwalks like Jacko*

Zoot: O_O *backing away*

Ailie and Dr. Teeth:
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrrr
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the flooo-ooo-orrr
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrr
And soon you’ll be walking out the door...

Dr. Teeth: If ya want ta change yo direction--

Ailie: *slams into a wall* X_X

Dr. Teeth: If yo time of life is at hand
Well, don’ beh the rule, beh the exception
A good way ta start is ta stand!

Both:
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrrr
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the flooo-ooo-orrr
Put one foot in front of the otheeeerrr
And soon you’ll be walking out the door...

Mr. Turtle: O_O

Scared...so scared....sooooooooooooooooooooooooo scared...(trembles frantically) Help....cold...feel so...cold....

Lefty (to Dr. Teeth & Ailie) Happy now? Ya've killed him wit dat crummy song! Youse owe me a new toitle!

Mr. Turtle: I'm...not quite dead...

Lefty: Shaddap! Youse guys killed 'im, now youse gotta pay me! Yeah. Forgit da new toitle. Just gimme da green! Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *pushes Lefty out the window this time* =P

Dr. Teeth: We didn' even finish it. O_o

Ailie: Maybe some other time, Snow Miser. =P Let's try to revive Leonardo now.

Dr. Teeth: ...yeah! Give him CPR!

Ailie: You do it...

Dr. Teeth: Aw, c'mon...I always do it... =/

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: *pushes Lefty out the window this time* =P

Dr. Teeth: We didn' even finish it. O_o

Ailie: Maybe some other time, Snow Miser. =P Let's try to revive Leonardo now.

Dr. Teeth: ...yeah! Give him CPR!

Ailie: You do it...

Dr. Teeth: Aw, c'mon...I always do it... =/

Mr. Turtle suddenly leaps awake, pulls out a top hat and puts it on. He grabs a cane, and begins singing and dancing...

Mr. Turtle: I'm fine, I'm fine!

Hello my baby, hello my honey,
Hello my ragtime gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!

Mr. Turtle kicks his legs, "Chorus Line" style, and ends his little dance with jazz hands...

Good evening friiiiiiiiiiiiiiends....

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *hits Mr. Turtle on the head with his cane* ...Squidward, you need bed rest. O_O

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: *hits Mr. Turtle on the head with his cane* ...Squidward, you need bed rest. O_O

Mr. Turtle (broad American accent) Ya tink so? Good night, nurse!

Mr. Turtle weakly crawls to his tank, climbs in, and buries himself in his little turtle-castle.

[Katzi428]

whistling a bit of the Sesame Street themeWow..it's great to be back here! approaching Pops at the front desk Hiya Pops!
Pops:Hi yourself,kiddo!Welcome back!
Thanks.What's been going on around here?
Pops:Eh..same ol'..same ol'. I know two young ladies that missed ya,though.
I've missed them too.:) Let me get to my room before one of them sees me talking to you and not being there.
Popshanding me my key:OK then.Bye!
taking the key Thanks Pops.See ya!making my way to Room 6 & opening the doorHelloooooooooo?
Rosita:KATHY!:excited:
Hi Rosita!hugging her
Prairie: Hi Kath!Pops was supposed to call us before you...
phone rings and Prairie answers it
Prairie:Hi Pops...yeah,thanks for the warning ahead of time.Sheesh!:rolleyes: ..no it's OK....byehanging up phone and sighingOur surprise is ruined.
What surprise?
This.she goes behind a couch and she & Rosita unroll a sign that says WELCOME BACK KATHY! in big colorful letters
Oh Prairie hugging her Don't be mad at Pops,OK? Want me to go out and come back in?
Prairie:Nah...that'd be silly.
Not really.I'll do it.
Prairie:Well..OK.
going out the door,locking it,then unlocking it a minute later Boy...I sure have missed Prairie Rosita and Gaffer.opening door
Prairie& Rosita:Surprise!holding up sign & wthrowing confetti
Gaffer comes charging at mePurrrrMeowMeowPurrrubbing against my legs
I REALLY have missed all of you!gathering my "girls" in a group hug

[The Count]

*Fatatatita hiding in the shadows lurks behind, ready to either playfully scare her sister-in-paw or her big human friend instead. :Raspy Sebastian-styled laugh.

[Katzi428]

*Fatatatita hiding in the shadows lurks behind, ready to either playfully scare her sister-in-paw or her big human friend instead. :Raspy Sebastian-styled laugh.
Fatatita! Hi kitty!picking up Fatatita in my arms Aww...I missed you too! I hope the Scare crew in Room 1 have been good to mew.:batty:

[The Count]

*After the boo crew's finished our dinner... *Laying out Fatatatita's dinner, a bowl of witch's brew, a couple of devilled eggs, a piece of pumpkin pie, and her special eggnog laté.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Beige: Do you know what they call devilled eggs in Fraggle Cave?
Storyteller: No, what?
Beige: First-degree burns over easy.
Scooter: Did you guys see that one scene in "My Favorite Year," the one where they're discussing Chinese food? "One taste and your tongue dials the fire department."
Beige: Ooh, all of a sudden, I'm craving a plate of 10,000 Suns.
Storyteller: The last time you had that, you drank at least two gallons of water.
Scooter: I've heard of one guy who could actually breathe fire after eating that stuff.
Nora: This one time, my aunt served us some soup that was so full of horseradish that...
Erin: (on phone) Uh-huh...yeah...right. Deadline's tomorrow...okay, thanks. (hangs up) So what's this about spicy food?
Nora: It started with devilled eggs and went downhill from there. Anyway, we spent the rest of dinner sucking on ice cubes.
Erin: You know, one place in London, I think it was Thai, cooked a huge batch of hot peppers, and it gave everyone within a mile of the place itchy eyes and burning throats. Had to call in the police and the fire brigade.
Beige: Then it's gotta be good.

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Hey Tommy.

Tony: Yeah?

Newsie: You're a theatre nerd--erm--theatre enthusiast, aren't you?

Tony: Uh, yeah.

Newsie: I have a question. You know West Side Story? The show West Side Story?

Tony: Yes.

Newsie: Well, our entertainment reporter was out sick yesterday, so I had to cover a local dinner theatre production for her. First time I ever saw the show. I liked it. Catchy music. But there's one thing I don't understand.

Tony: What's that?

Newsie: The two gangs, the Jets and the Sharks, right? They're supposed to be tough, defending their turf. But instead of just fighting...they dance! Did you know this before you saw the show for the first time? They dance and they sing, and strike various poses instead of...well, instead of actual down and dirty fighting. I was expecting a real blood and thunder rumble, but...I mean, even I could handle those guys.

Tony (sigh) Why don't you stick your head in the microwave?

Newsie: Huh?

Tony: Just...go play with Crazy Harry or something...

Crazy Harry hurls a cherry bomb at Newsie; it falls into the collar of his shirt.

Newsie: Eeep!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ! ! ! ! ! !

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! ! ! !

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Dare you to say it 3 times...

Zoot: No way.

Spamela: Um, NU.

Dr. Teeth: ...feh?

Ailie: All right...I wills. =P Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. *blinks* See? Nothing happ-- *disappears to school...she hopes*

[The Count]

Hmmm... I like that quote, first time I hear it. Oh, sounds like Ailie aced her math test.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Ed...me plus acing math equals the apocalypse. =P

[The Count]

Then that answers what those floating football ghosts on four fire-breathing horses are doing. Guess it's Apocalypse Now. Oh well. *Goes back to brushing Fatatatita's fur.

[The Count]

*Lets Fatatatita out to go play with either Gaffer and/or Wanda. Wonder what Beth thought of our latest addition. That reminds me.
*Calls Caitlyn to see if she can help with the monster Muppet band.

Oh, and a scaramel brownie goes to the first person who can correctly identify where my new siggy topline comes from.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: O_O *blinks* Brownies? Where? ! *running down the hall*

Dr. Teeth: Gimmeh! *following her*

[The Count]

*Bats fly the brownies back upstairs to Ailie now that night has fallen and it's safe for creatures of the night to skulk about.
UD: Mmm, frightfully chilly nights now. Soon it will be the busy season for my boss. How we relish the holidays.

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: Dare you to say it 3 times...

Zoot: No way.

Spamela: Um, NU.

Dr. Teeth: ...feh?

Ailie: All right...I wills. =P Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. *blinks* See? Nothing happ-- *disappears to school...she hopes*

Yeah, and if you say Leftyjuice three times, you'll end up with empty pockets...

[The Count]

Hmmm... Wonder how Mr. Turtle's coping with the new holiday talking animal movie, the Tale of Despero, and the fact they chose to go with a gentleman mouse instead. Heh, next thing you know, Lefty will be cramming a set of mouse ears on him trying to convince people he's got the real star of the movie signing autographs or somating like that.

*Bats fly off a batch of brownies to Erin, Tony, Caitlyn, and Toga to sweeten their dispositions tonight. :insatiable:

[WhiteRabbit]

Yeah, and if you say Leftyjuice three times, you'll end up with empty pockets...

Zoot: ... *gives Tony a weird look* O_o

[WhiteRabbit]

*Bats fly the brownies back upstairs to Ailie now that night has fallen and it's safe for creatures of the night to skulk about.
UD: Mmm, frightfully chilly nights now. Soon it will be the busy season for my boss. How we relish the holidays.

Ailie: Buh, thanks, Ed. XP *doesn't share with anybody else in her room 'cause...yeah, she ish mean*

Spamela and Dr. Teeth: ;_; ;_; ;_;

[Winslow Leach]

Heh, next thing you know, Lefty will be cramming a set of mouse ears on him trying to convince people he's got the real star of the movie signing autographs or somating like that.

*Bats fly off a batch of brownies to Erin, Tony, Caitlyn, and Toga to sweeten their dispositions tonight. :insatiable:

Lefty (quadruple take) Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight! I gots da mouse what stars in dat film ere in my room! Everybody line up! His autentic siggy'll cost youse five bucks apiece, so I kin keep my star in...uh...cheese...

Lefty grabs Mr. Turtle and sticks mouse ears on him; he jams two large front teeth into his mouth, and tapes a long scaly tail on...

Lefty: Howareya, Mickey? M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E! Heh heh!

Mr. Turtle: CENSORED ! ! ! ! ! !

[Winslow Leach]

*Bats fly off a batch of brownies to Erin, Tony, Caitlyn, and Toga to sweeten their dispositions tonight. :insatiable:

Tony: Ah! Thank you for the brownies, Ed!

Newsie: Can I have one?

Tony: Is your name Tony?

Newsie: I'm not sure what my name is anymore...

Tony: Fair enough.

Tony gives Newsie a brownie.

Newsie: Hey, wait a minute! Your name isn't Tony either! It's Tommy!

Tony (sighs) And the beat goes on...

[BEAR]

Bryan: Hey, Big Bird. You wanna help me bake brownies for Beth? Today is her birthday.
Big Bird: It is? I didn't get her anything!
Bryan: Well...why don't you help me bake and then you can draw her a picture.
Big Bird: Brilliant idea, Bryan!
Bryan: Haha!

[The Count]

*Bats fly off some brownies to Spamela with true Hershey Kisses and some more to Dr. Teeth with pieces of Milky Way squares in them.

Now what to do for Beth's birthday. Hmmm, we'll have to call Wanda and figure out something special for our next door neighbor.
Count: Yes, ve certainly have to honor Beth. She's been a vonderful friend and long-time supporter and helper of our creative campaigns.
UD, reentering the room after dropping off a few sesame squares at Bryan's room: As soon as you've figured it out, LMK... Long night of skulking, have to get my sleep of ages.
*Conks out after curling up on the room's couch.

[WhiteRabbit]

Both: *in unison* Fanks. I love you, Ed. O_O

Ailie: =P *hoards the rest of the brownies she got*

Zoot: *reaches for one, slowly*


Ailie: Nya! O_O *swats his hand away*

Zoot: ...;_;

[The Count]

No worries. Zoot, I think boppity posted something you might like better in that fic of "hers"? *Gives him a brownie before going to get some cereal for breakfast. :hungry: :cool:

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty is passed out on the floor, a giant lump on his head.

Mr. Turtle snickers nearby...

Mr. Turtle: I'm sorry, but dressing me as a rodent was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back...

[redBoobergurl]

Red: Hey guys? It's Beth's birthday today remember?
Mokey: Yes I remember, I've only been working on this painting for weeks now
Wanda: *looks at painting of French Cafe scene*: Oh she's going to love that!
Abby: What can I do?
Wanda: You want to help decorate our room?
Abby: Ok!
Red: I'll go see what I can do about a cake
*the roomies work dilgently hoping to finish before Beth comes home*

[Skeeter Muppet]

Oh, and a scaramel brownie goes to the first person who can correctly identify where my new siggy topline comes from.

Kim: Dang, that's a toughie. Guess I'll have to take a pass.
Gillis: This isn't the LJDQ, you know. I think you're allowed to Google.

-Kim

[The Count]

Heh... If you want some brownies, we'll send 'em via bat-gram. *Hesitates over the haunter project for a moment. *Thinks about the ease of the fem-bats versus... *Shakes head, naw, that'll be tended to. Easier sometimes isn't the only way to go.

*Leaves brownies for Kim and her Fraggly gang.

[WhiteRabbit]

No worries. Zoot, I think boppity posted something you might like better in that fic of "hers"? *Gives him a brownie before going to get some cereal for breakfast. :hungry: :cool:

Ailie: Yesh...she's a her's. X3 *swipes Zoot's brownie away and gives Ed Sheri Moon Zombie (from House of 1,000 Corpses, The Devil's Rejects, and the remake of Halloween in return...just keep her hided away from Rob. XP*

Zoot: Hey! >_> *sulks, brownie-less*


Mr. Turtle: I'm sorry, but dressing me as a rodent was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back...

Dr. Teeth: *strutting by* Camel? O_o *grabbys Mr. Turtle* Let's go watch Aladdin, homeboy! =)

[The Count]

Thankees... Mmm, what me needed since Ricci's been Muppafied. *Abra the Addums alum winks behind her glasses.

*Wonders if these ones gotten from Ailie should be either Muppafied for the castle's cast or nominated for the graveyard girls thingy I've yet to talk to Aunt Ru about.

*Delightful indecision.

*Gives Ailie s'mored browneez.
Gotta save the rest for Beth's b'day.

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *strutting by* Camel? O_o *grabbys Mr. Turtle* Let's go watch Aladdin, homeboy! =)

Mr. Turtle: Not on your bloody life, you git! I must watch Masterpiece Theatre tonight. "Jude the Obscure," old man. Now beat it, you goof, before I break your legs.

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Turtle: Not on your bloody life, you git! I must watch Masterpiece Theatre tonight. "Jude the Obscure," old man. Now beat it, you goof, before I break your legs.

Dr. Teeth: *deaf to the reptile's threats* Now why would ya wanna watch a borin' ol' show like that? I swears, ya been hangin' out with Newsie way too much, Donatello. C'mon...let's go play San Andreas! *cuddles Mr. Turtle and carries him down the hall*

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *deaf to the reptile's threats* Now why would ya wanna watch a borin' ol' show like that? I swears, ya been hangin' out with Newsie way too much, Donatello. C'mon...let's go play San Andreas! *cuddles Mr. Turtle and carries him down the hall*

Mr. Turtle: ASPCA! ASPCA! Oh, won't someone help a poor, defenseless turtle? I do believe this grinning maniac is death personified! Oh, woe is me! Is this the end of Mr. Turtle? Wauuuggghhhhhh! Ahem...I'd like to thank the Academy...

Newsie (oblivious) I like macaroons...

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(in response to Ed's question about his signature line, with the offer of caramel brownies as a reward)

Beige: Oh, I know it! It's...um...it's from...uh...how about you just slip me the brownie and we just say I answered it correctly.
Scooter: Look at that...a security Fraggle's trying to bend the rules.
Beige: It's no different from you invoking your uncle's name whenever you want something done, gofer boy.
Storyteller: Boys, stop dissecting each other's moral fiber...so anyway, what's everyone doing on Thursday?
Erin: Oh, we're all meeting at my grandmother's place this year. I'm bringing the squash buns, my parents are bringing the stuffing, I don't know who's in charge of the cranberry sauce...
Nora: (sigh) I'm putting up with the siblings again.
Storyteller: You always get depressed this time of year, don't you, Nora?
Nora: I know...but it's my big brother, he's really difficult - accuses me of hanging out with weirdoes.
Beige: That's actually not an unfounded accusation...
Scooter: Well, just do what we do when my uncle gets way too uptight. Drop an ice cube down his neck or hide rubber snakes in his briefcase.
Erin: Does it work?
Scooter: No...but that's all Skeeter and I can do when our aunt isn't around to talk some sense into him.

[The Count]

Heh... Already left some brownies for you Room #7. Hint: You might know one of them as #9 in my T-Day parade.
Count: That vas inspired by that Chase program?
Yep... Good show.
Count: So... Plans?
Coming along, two more to finish the ten-set.

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Lefty, what happened to the turkey?

Lefty: What toikey? (long, loud belch)

Tony: The turkey I bought...for tomorrow...

Lefty: I didn't see no toikey...

Tony: It was in that shopping bag I had by my bed.

Lefty: Oooooh! Dat toikey!

Tony: Yes...that turkey...

Lefty: I, uh...had it fer lunch.

Tony: You ate a 32-pound turkey for lunch?

Lefty: Is dat how much it weighed? I woulda guessed 31, tops!

Tony begins strangling Lefty.

Tony: You pig! That was our dinner for tomorrow!

Lefty: Auuughhhhh!

Tony: I can't afford another one now! I spent the rest on stuffing and gravy!

Lefty: Help!

Tony lets go of Lefty, and shoves him.

Tony: What possessed you to eat a whole turkey ? ?

Lefty: I had da munchies...an' da only food in dis place was in dat bag...

Tony: You actually cooked it?

Lefty: Naw, I ate it raw, ya mook! Of course I cooked it!

Tony: You know how to cook?

Lefty: I have what youse call a green thumb when it comes ta cookin'.

Newsie enters.

Newsie: I got the pumpkin pie, Tommy.

Tony: You shouldn't have bothered, as we don't have a turkey.

Newsie: Huh? Where did--

Lefty belches.

Newsie: Oh no...

Newsie rushes Lefty, and begins strangling him.

Tony: Well, I have a few bucks left. Guess I'll go pick up a few frozen turkey dinners...

Newsie: Want me to drive?

Tony: No. Carry on.

Newsie: With pleasure!

Tony exits; Newsie continues to choke Lefty.

[The Count]

Newsie, save it for moidering da Detroit Lions tomorrow. T-Day dinner's being taken care of. *Aside, we had to have a separate dinner prepared and hidden away so Big B and Camilla won't be offended. Once we've finished our lunches, the side dishes come out so the rest of the gang can eat. Mmm, chestnut and giblet stuffing, mashed potatoes, baby carrots, cranberry sauce... And our fave, pumpkin and apple pies!
Yep, tomorow'll be a great day for everybody. :hungry:

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *pokes head in Ed's room* Hey old pal! Hope you don't mind, but I borrowed Uncle D. for a little bit to help me write my latest chapter. You should drop by the library and give it a read if you haven't already! *takes a whiff* Mmm... everything is starting to smell great, boss man! Can't wait for tomorrow! Later! *scoots out*

[The Count]

No prob Ryan. Haven't been to that story since, well... Erm... *Mumbles something about frog/pig routine rut. *Apologetically, um... Snickers? *Offers Prawn some bite-sized chocolates so he can grab some.

BTW: You know, I can't rully cook anything, much less T-Day feast. Guess that's the beauty of quasi-realistic games that've evolved over time like this.
*Dials the Upper Crust to see if that cake ordered for Beth is ready for pickup/delivery.

[The Count]

*After the turkey's been dowsed with herbs and spices and put in the fridge, the fiends in Room #1 relax this Wednesday night, a few others joining our Halloweenship of monster/man for a celebratory cup of hot chocolate while listening to the start of Muppet Central Radio's 2008 Christmas Muppet music marathon.

*All raise their cups for a clinking chorus of "Skull!"

Happy holidays everyone.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: 'Ey Crazy Harry, c'mere, I got a joke fer ya!

Crazy Harry crosses to Lefty, upset that the sneak thief ate a whole turkey...

Lefty: Why did da toikey cross da road? Ta get into my belly! Heh heh!

Crazy Harry: Heh heh...

Crazy Harry whacks Lefty over the head with a cartoon-like mallet.

[The Count]

Tony not back yet? Hmmm... That reminds me, I need to get my Muppet Christmas specials back from a friend I loaned them and my Muppets VCD library to a while ago. At least I have MCC and VMX.

[Winslow Leach]

Tony not back yet? Hmmm... That reminds me, I need to get my Muppet Christmas specials back from a friend I loaned them and my Muppets VCD library to a while ago. At least I have MCC and VMX.

Tony pokes his head into Ed's room, holding a plastic bag full of frozen turkey dinners...

Tony: You rang...?

[The Count]

Yeah man... You know you're invited—as well as whoever's here that wants to have T-Day lunch/dinner with us fright? We'll have Kathy with a Whip, Mr. Beth Natural, Jack Bandit Graves, Art (Lefty) and of course, Pinch the Devil.

[Winslow Leach]

Yeah man... You know you're invited—as well as whoever's here that wants to have T-Day lunch/dinner with us fright? We'll have Kathy with a Whip, Mr. Beth Natural, Jack Bandit Graves, Art (Lefty) and of course, Pinch the Devil.

Tony: Okay, cool! I guess I'll save these frozen turkey dinners for lunch during the week, eh? Oh, and are you sure you want Lefty around? I mean, in addition to eating a whole turkey today, his table manners are reprehensible. And his "jokes"...well, let's just say he's been hanging down by the docks a little too much lately. I can have Crazy Harry straightjacket him for you, if you want...

Or better yet!

Lefty could come to the feast, a la Hannibal Lecter...wheeled in upright, straightjacketed, with a muzzle over his nose and mouth! Riiiiiiiiiight!

[The Count]

Meh... If Lefty gets out of hand we can always shove him back up to the mothership through the geosynchronous umbilipod left to quibble with Newsie which are better, mashed potatoes or stuffing. I'll leave him to you to discipline if needed. *Hands Tony some hot chocolate and bat-cookies.

[Winslow Leach]

Meh... If Lefty gets out of hand we can always shove him back up to the mothership through the geosynchronous umbilipod left to quibble with Newsie which are better, mashed potatoes or stuffing. I'll leave him to you to discipline if needed. *Hands Tony some hot chocolate and bat-cookies.

Tony: Ah, thank you for the bat cookies and hot chocolate, Ed, sir! Okay, I'll bring Lefty, but I'll keep him on a leash...

[The Count]

Thanks pal.

*Meanwhile, Uncle D extends a rare moment of phantomly warmth, sharing memories of the old theater over a cup of warm cidered toddy with Mr. Turtle.

[Erine81981]

*steps though the door of the Muppet Dorms* Great to be back at the dorms. Well since i'm the only one who came back i might as well start getting everything ready for Christmas. *sees Ed* Hey Ed. So is The Count back at his castle getting ready for tomorrow?

[The Count]

Hey Kyle... Yes, he's overseeing the decorations and the monster meal for all the haunters who roam the halls of his ancestral home while he's here rooming with Uncle D and me. BTW: You might want to wait until after T-Day for Christmas decorations buddy. But there's a big surprise I'll unveil regarding that this weekend. Be sure to check the Games section of the forum.

[Erine81981]

Oh no...i wasn't going to start decorating yet just thought i would head down to the basement and get the decore ready. That'll be great. Can't wait for the surprise. Talk to you later.

*heads down to the basement* *cough* This place needs a cleaning. *dust some dust in the air with hand* There they are. Right where we last left them.

*back upstairs* *heads into the room* *places the box of decorations down, takes off coat, hangs it, sits down on the couch and turns on the tv* What to watch till tomorrow of the parade?

[Katzi428]

Prairie: Kathy...want to see the new dress I bought?
Sure Prairie! Let's see.
Prairie goes into her room and changes into a light pink dress with ruffled sleeves You like it?
Oh Prairie..that's beautiful!
Prairie:Thanks!My mom helped me pick it out.
Well it's very pretty.:)
Prairie:You're going to watch the parade tomorrow right?
Right.Wouldn't miss it for anything.
Prairie:Kermit's lucky he gets to sing towards the end of the parade.
Well...yeah.But how many pageants have you put on?
Prairie:You're right.I'm sorry.
That's OK. You have a right to feel a little jealous.;)

[The Count]

Is okay Kyle. *Leaves milk and cookies for Kathy and her girls. Ooh... Me so hungry. Wonder if me got any letter M's left.

Muppet College Dorms has been brought to you by the number 4 and the letter M.
*Eats M macaroon cookie.
Night.

[Katzi428]

Is okay Kyle. *Leaves milk and cookies for Kathy and her girls.
Muppet College Dorms has been brought to you by the number 4 and the letter M.
*Eats M macaroon cookie.
Night.
Rosita tip toes down the hall and gets the goodies before a certain googly eyed monster can get his furry hands on them

[The Count]

Uncle D: Pssst, Kathy... You don't have to worry about him, he's not at the dorms this term.

[Katzi428]

Uncle D: Pssst, Kathy... You don't have to worry about him, he's not at the dorms this term.
Oh...thanks Uncle D! Hope you guys have a Happy Thanksgiving!

[The Count]

UD: Thank you my dear. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours as well. *Cooking smells eminate from the kitchen as the phantomly dragon and some of the bats lend their skills to the cause to get the veggies, stuffing, and potatoes finished while Uncle D takes care of tenderly roasting the turkey in the ovens behind the starting coverage of this year's parade.

[Erine81981]

Hey Kathy and you too Uncle Deadly. So hows the cooking coming along?

[Katzi428]

Hey Kathy and you too Uncle Deadly. So hows the cooking coming along?
Hi Kyle!So far so good!I'm making a pecan pie.My mom already made a pumpkin pie, apple pie and a coconut custard pie. (She made the last one for me.;) )
giving Kyle some candy canes Here ya go!For you & your nieces.Happy T Day!
Oh...and uh...don't tell Prairie & Rosita I was asleep when the Sesame Street float went by,OK?:o

[The Count]

Mmm... What a great meal. *Surrounded by Count, Uncle D, Kathy, Kyle, Tony, their roomies and anyone else. Mom outdid herself with the pistachioed maple glazed pumpkin pie. Will get some mashed potatoes later, didn't rully get a taste of it. And the baked brussel sprouts, yummy!
Now to put away some dishes and get a good nap, before having some of those leftovers for dinner. :insatiable:

Have a great holiday season everybodeeeeeeeeee! :super:

[Winslow Leach]

Tony wheels a straightjacketed, muzzled Lefty down the hall; Lefty resembles Hannibal Lecter from "Silence of the Lambs." Newsie, Crazy Harry and RF, carrying Mr. Turtle, follow...

Tony: Ed sure had a delicious feast, eh guys?

Mr. Turtle: Quite splendid! And I had a lovely conversation with that Uncle Deadly chap about our salad days in the theatre. Of course, I'm a bit older than the old fellow, but we worked so often, I'm surprised our paths never crossed.

RF: TURKEY DAY! TURKEY DAY! T-U-R-K-E-Y D-A-Y! I'm stuffed!

Newsie: How long is Lefty going to play Dr. Lecter? Heh heh heh!

Tony: I dunno. I kinda like the sound of silence.

Mr. Turtle: Rather!

Crazy Harry lights a stick of dynamite, and is about to put it in Lefty's pocket...

Tony: No Harry, I think he's had enough. Watching us eat was enough torture for him.

Crazy Harry shrugs, and tosses the dynamite behind him; it bounces off Newsie.

Newsie: Ha! Missed me!

KA-BOOOOMMMMMMM ! ! ! !

Newsie is hit with debris, and falls facedown.

Newsie: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[The Count]

Nothing to do now but watch the credits and push the button. Good night folks.
*Fatatatita's paw brushes against the button by mistake, sending the cameras to fade to black.

[Skeeter Muppet]

Kim: (sniggering)
Boober: Don't tell me you're still laughing about that!
Kim: The Macy's Parade got freaking rickrolled, Boober. You bet your beluvious I'm going to be laughing about it for a while!
Gillis: To each their own, and all of that. We're still on for dinner at your parents' house tomorrow, right?
Kim: Mm-hm. Listen, I expect you guys to help out around the house tomorrow especially since I'll be at work.
Tosh: Can't we come to work with you?
Mimzy: And why do you have to work tomorrow anyway if your family is having Thanksgiving dinner then?
Kim: In reverse order, because one of my coworkers needed the day off and I said I'd do it before Mom told me we were having Thanksgiving on Friday. And you could if you really wanted to hang out in the library for eight hours.
Mimzy: ... Can we sleep on that?

-Kim

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: It was so nice to see Kermit in the parade yesterday
Red: I liked his song
Wanda: Your balloon was so neat Abby!
Abby: It was really big! *giggles*
Beth: So, what do you ladies say we decorate the dorm for Christmas today since Thanksgiving is over?
Mokey: Sounds good to me
Red: Ok!
Abby: Yay!
Wanda: I'm in!

[The Count]

*Glomps Beth... Happy belated B-Day cousin. BTW: Can send you Kermit's song if you want it. Oh, and I think your present's coming later today. Hee.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(late last night)

Scooter: (hiccup) Too much pie and cranberry sauce. Is Nora still at her family's house?
Erin: (brewing mint tea) Yeah, she'll be back on Monday, assuming her siblings don't send her off to the funny farm before then. (hiccup) Shouldn't have taken that second spoonful of stuffing...
Beige: (from common room) You did tempt me with your garlic-scented charms, oh sesame-crusted rumblebug's nest with radish compote, and I succumbed most gladly...but your charms are fickle, and here I lie, nursing a wounded heart and an awful case of indigestion.
Storyteller: Not to mention garlic breath. And I'm not sure whether that or your poetry is worse. (hiccup) How's the tea coming?

(everyone collapses on their respective chairs, sofas or spots on the floor with mugs of tea)

[The Count]

Hmmm, wonder if that means Erin's rift for having a food coma with. *Superpoke reference.

*Back to organizing my little profiles.
Happy holidays everyone.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *flipping through Madeline because she's that unoccupied* =P "Boohoo, we want our appendixes out too...?"

Spamela: *cocks her head in confusion* O_O

Zoot: ...weirdos. O_o

Dr. Teeth: Don' beh hatin'. =P

[The Count]

*With a piece of pie in hand, the fiends of Room #1 sit down to enjoy the latest episode of the Pincast.

[The Count]

*Rushes to computer to check pinpics in order to compile Disney alphabet characters for the podcast's contest!

[Winslow Leach]

RF is bouncing up and down; his unruly hair is slicked back, and he's wearing a suit.

RF: I'MMA GONNA GO ON A DATE!

Newsie: A date? With whom?

RF: Spamela!

Newsie: Does she know?

RF: No! I'm gonna surprise her! Yeah! When two people like each other, they often go on what are called dates!

Newsie: But if Spamela doesn't know--

RF: No sweat! Dr. Teeth coached me on how to be smooth with the ladies! She can't resist me!

Lefty creeps up behind RF, and gives him a wedgie, lifting him off the floor.

RF: HEY! NOT COOL!

Lefty: Shaddap!

Lefty musses RF's hair.

RF: My hair!

Lefty: At least youse got hair...

Newsie: Lefty, that wasn't very nice.

Lefty grabs Newsie in a tight headlock.

Lefty: When are youse gonna loyn? I ain't a nice guy!

RF: He's turning blue!

Lefty: Really? I was hopin' it would be poyple...

Mr. Turtle: ...daft...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Feh, I was really expecting so much more out of Quantum of Solace. *consoling Zoot* I know how you must feel...

Zoot: *shrugs drowsily* As long as Danny-face was in it, I have no complaints. *caresses his Bond action figure* <33

Spamela: *bolting into the dorm and locking the door quickly* Finally! Now that I'm away from RF, I have some time to think for a moment...*crickets chirp* ...let's party! *starts dancing around*

Dr. Teeth: *joining her* MMMHM! Shake it, baby!

Ailie: You're still hiding from RF? XP Poor Spammy.

Spamela: O_o ...banana boat?

[Winslow Leach]

RF struts down the hallway like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever...somewhere the Bee Gees singing "Stayin' Alive" is playing...he knocks on a door and waits...knocks again and waits longer...

RF: Oops! Wrong door!

The music continues as RF struts down the hallway again; he stops in front of Ailie's door, and knocks.

RF: YOO-HOO! SPAMELA! IT'S YOUR ROMEO!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: O_O *abruptly stops dancing* EEP! Hide me! *about to crawl under a couch but then realizes how much static will build up on her lovelyful hair* *gasps in fright and clings onto the band leader* Don't let him take me! I'm too young, too innocent, too-- *notices the musician's gaze keeps lowering while she's babbling* Ahem! *nudge*

Dr. Teeth: Heh...sorreh. *smiles weakly*A'ight...I'll get ridda him, baby. *calling out to RF* Um...there ain't nobodeh home! Please leave a message aftah the beep--uh...yeah... *shoves Spamela into a closet*

Spamela: Hmmph! >_>

[BEAR]

Bryan: Oh, what a wonderful Thanksgiving! I brought you back some cranberry sauce and yams from home, Big Bird.
Big Bird: Oh boy! Thanks!
Bryan: Did you have a good time?
Big Bird: Oh yeah, I got to be in the parade again this year with all my friends from Sesame Street.
Bryan: I saw that! It was great!
Big Bird: I'm just glad it didn't rain this year.
Bryan: It rained here, though, from what I heard.
Big Bird: Did you get to see Kermit?
Bryan: In the parade? Oh yeah! His song was cute. Well, it's nice to be back in the Dorms. It's always lovely around here during the holidays.
Big Bird: It sure is. Do you think Ed is going to get a big Christmas tree for the Dormhouse this year?
Bryan: I would think so. Speaking of Ed...he it looks like he left us some sesame bars.
Big Bird: I love those!
Bryan: Me too. Let's send him a thank you note. (writes a note to Ed and gives it to a bat passing by for delivery).
Oscar: (pops his head in the door) Hey, you're back.
Bryan: Yes, and thank you for cleaning up your mess you left in here.
Oscar: I didn't clean this place.
Bryan: You didn't?
Oscar: No! Grouches don't clean. Luckily, I found someone who does.
Big Bird: Who?
Oscar: Beauregard.
Bryan: Well, anyway...thanks to Beauregard then. I don't mind having you around so much. It's your trash that just can't live here. You keep that in your can in the common room.
Oscar: Whatever...So what's going on in here?
Big Bird: We were talking about Christmas.
Oscar: Oh no! Don't tell me it's already that time of the year!
Bryan: That's right, Oscar. And it's going to be a great one. Full of love and good cheer.
Oscar: Blech! I sure hope not! I better get outta here before you start talking about candy canes and mistletoe too! (Scoots out the door and shuts the door behind him)
Bryan: (Laughing...) Oh Oscar!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *pacing back and forth and humming vaguely to herself*... *wondering whether somebody's going to let her out of the closet now* *sighs*

The rest of the dorm is pretty much deserted, with the exception of the sax player.

Zoot: *slumped against a counter in the kitchen* Zzzzzzz...mmm...I'd love to dance, Mr. Craig...zzzzz...

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: I say, old fruit, what's the matter?

RF: *sigh* Spammy ran away from me. I know she's in her room...she's just...hiding...

Mr. Turtle: Have you done anything to offend the young lady?

RF: Of course not! I don't think she cares much for the new guy.

Mr. Turtle: Ah, my lad, I know how you feel. I once had the biggest crush on Eunice Myrtle.

RF: Who's Eunice Myrtle?

Mr. Turtle: A charming young lass who appeared with me in an obscure play called "The Moon In June Will Get You Whilst You Spoon." That was around 1903 or so. Heavens, I thought Eunice was the bee's knees...

RF: What happened? Did she run away from you too?

Mr. Turtle: Of course not! I married her!

RF: Oh.

Mr. Turtle: Yes. We had a wonderful life together. Quite.

RF: So...what's the moral of the story? What does it have to do with me?

Mr. Turtle: Hmm? Oh, nothing, nothing...your romantic misadventure simply brought back a happy time in my younger days...

RF: o_O

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *rattling the closet doorknob in annoyance* Hello? Is anybody out there? *pauses* I'm hungry... *sighs again and starts playing with her hair, still waiting*

[The Count]

*Borrows Uncle Deadly's golden coat hanger... *Sneaks into Ailie's room... *Fiddles with the lock, can't get it open... *Punches through door, grabs the handle, unlocks it to let Spamela out. *Sneaks back out again. *Tosses Oreos to cover tracks distracting Ailie and Zoot.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *was not even around*

Zoot: *is still dreaming of he and Bond-face's wedding--I mean, cheese*

Spamela: O_O ...um...okay... *starts scooping up the oreos, looking around for somebody to thank*

[The Count]

O... *Leaves note for Spamela. From an admirer of her body of work.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *skimming through the note for a couple seconds* But I never painted anything... O_o *suddenly realizing what it means a few minutes later* Well, I never! >_>

[The Count]

Bat: That's gratitude for ya... The guy leaves you a compliment, and it gets twisted around. Pffeh. *Kicks up a little snow from the windowsill as it flies off into the blackened beyond.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *hearing a disembodied voice and throws the note up in the air in alarm* EEP! Harassment! HELP! *runs out of her dorm*

[Winslow Leach]

RF sits on the edge of Newsie's bed, sighing...

Lefty throws a dart with a suction cup at RF...it sticks to his forehead, but he doesn't even notice...

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *running into Tony's dorm and locking the door as fast as she can* Phew...this should be a good hiding place... *swivels around and finds that RF's sitting just a few feet away her* Oh...great... -_-

Dr. Teeth: *popping up behind a table, holding Mr. Turtle like a football* Who's harassin' ya, Spammeh? O_o

Spamela: Oh, Dr. Teeth, I-- *blinks and then frowns before slapping him across the face* That's for locking me in the closet last night, you meanie! >_>

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: *running into Tony's dorm and locking the door as fast as she can* Phew...this should be a good hiding place... *swivels around and finds that RF's sitting just a few feet away her* Oh...great... -_-

Dr. Teeth: *popping up behind a table, holding Mr. Turtle like a football* Who's harassin' ya, Spammeh? O_o

Spamela: Oh, Dr. Teeth, I-- *blinks and then frowns before slapping him across the face* That's for locking me in the closet last night, you meanie! >_>

RF: Spamela, my love! What's the matter, baby? What can Roosevelt Franklin do for you?

Lefty: Lookit da moves on dis kid! He don't wait fer nuthin'!

RF: Come to Roosevelt Franklin, babe, and tell me what's bothering you.

Lefty: Dis kid! Is he even outta diapers yet ? ?

RF (French Charles Boyer/Pepe Le Pew accent) Come wit me to ze Casbah...

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *frowns with disapproval at Lefty and RF* Just leave me alone...you...men. >_> *sulks and sits on the floor*

Dr. Teeth: *a little dazed from getting slapped* ...Want some pie, Mistah T? *swinging the turtle around a bit and almost dropping him*

[Winslow Leach]

RF: Lucky floor...

Lefty: What was dat?

RF: Uh...shut the door...I'm gonna...shut the door...

RF shuts the door.

Newsie: Who wants S'mores? Anybody want S'mores? I'm in the mood for S'mores! I think I'm going to make S'mores.

Mr. Turtle (to Dr. Teeth) May the ghost of my beloved Eunice Myrtle rise from the grave and haunt you!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: Ooh! I'd love a s'more, Newsgeek! O_O

Dr. Teeth: Haun'? *looks stunned for a moment and clings to Mr. Turtle tighter* Coooool. O_O

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: Ooh! I'd love a s'more, Newsgeek! O_O

Dr. Teeth: Haun'? *looks stunned for a moment and clings to Mr. Turtle tighter* Coooool. O_O

Newsie (to Spamela) Huh? Oh, sure! Here ya go, this week's issue...(hands Spamela a copy of Newsweek)...I didn't know you liked Newsweek! Okay, S'mores! Anyone else for S'mores? I'm gonna make some S'mores! Anybody else want some S'mores? I love S'mores! I could eat S'mores s'more and s'more each day!

Lefty: Aaarghhh! Stop sayin' S'mores!

Newsie: Well, that's what I'm making. S'mores. It would be silly if I said "anybody want S'mores?" and I was making rhubarb pie, wouldn't it?

Lefty whacks Newsie over the head with a sock full of nickels.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: ...this doesn't look like Cosmo. O_o *flips through it with disinterest*

Dr. Teeth: ... *whacks Newsie upside the head with Mr. Turtle*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie is down for the count...

Mr. Turtle: Who's going to make the bloody S'mores now?

Lefty: WILLYA ALL STOP SAYIN' S'MORES ! ! ! ! !

The room is silent for a few moments...

Crazy Harry: S'mores. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lefty charges Crazy Harry, but Crazy Harry holds him at bay with a lit bomb...

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: Okay... remind me again why the room is cluttered.

*lo and behold, the livingg room's stocked with tons of shopping bags*

Lindy: TG got us up early on Friday so we can go to all the sales.

Cait: *nods* And?

Waldo: We got all the items on the list. *before Cait can reply* AND they gave us free money. O_O

Cait: ... okay, I'm sorry, that's just--

Digit: Ah, actually, they gave OUR group the free money. ^_^;

Cait: ... *opens mouth*

Lindy: And TG was asleep since we picked her up.

TG: I woke up yesterday.

Lips: *doesn't have to explain the holiday rush - there IS*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Smo's? Where? O_O I wanna have some smo's.

Spamela: Hm... *skimming over an article* How boring... *throws the magazine back at the unconscious Newsie* *blinks* Some what, Dr. Teeth?

Dr. Teeth: *absentmindedly* Smo's. =)

Spamela: ... *stifles a laugh*

[The Count]

*Uncle D tosses Gigi the groovy psychadelic slinky at Tony. Have fun deciphering that reference Jo... Erm, Slug. Haaaaaaaaaaa!

*Count and me, baking Christmassy number cookies, waiting for MuppetCast 86.

[Winslow Leach]

*Uncle D tosses Gigi the groovy psychadelic slinky at Tony. Have fun deciphering that reference Jo... Erm, Slug. Haaaaaaaaaaa!


Do you mean Gretchen, the slinky Joel created with ultra-violet light and radiation?

And how about...

GOOSIO!

The beloved friend to Maltese children everywhere! Until Crow and Servo kill it...

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie sits up in a daze...

Newsie: Turkey pancakes?

RF: S'mores! S'mores! Make S'mores, Newsie! You were gonna make S'mores! (to Dr. Teeth) Not smo's! S'mores!

Lefty: Gerfunkle! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Newsie: Oh yeah! I was gonna make smo's...I mean...S'mores...

RF: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! (RF grabs Spamela, and dances wildly) We're gonna have S'mores! We're gonna have S'mores!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *cocks his head at RF, trying to say it again* Uh, sm-smo's?

Spamela: EEEEEEE! I mean, stop touching me, Roosevelt! >_>

[The Count]

Yes... Gretchen. Just hope your roomies never have to go either of the three dread terrors.
1 Being subjected to minute electroshocks just for mentioning the phrase "NBC Movie of the Week".
2 Being forced into farm animal costumes because you think your room is suddenly a live farm.
3 The inescapable torture that is the annual Wash and Wax Day.

*Finishes latest MuppetCast... Quite enjoyable. And now we can start watching all the Muppet Christmas specials.

[Erine81981]

Herry: Yes we had a wonderful thanksgiving. After we left the parade that day. Everyone there went out for a big feast.

Me and my dad's side of the family had great feast too.

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honk?

Yes. I went down to the basement and got all of mine and Herry's old christmas decorations. Maybe you, Frazzle and Wolfgang can add something of yours to our decorations.

Herry: That would be great for them to add to our old stuff.

Tomorrow we can start decorating. I'm going to head on to bed. Good night guys.

Herry: Good night Kyle.

Homer Honker: Honk honk.

[The Count]

*Knocks on Tony's door. Hey Slug? Yous in dere? Needs to talk to you about Susie Serandon, particularly the sketch she did on SST with my main numbers man. Personally I didn't think it was that much of a parody myself. Meh, oh well.
*Leaves back to Room #1. *Wonders if people noticed the new game that's opened up.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: So, how was everyone's day?
Erin: Another long day at the paper, that's pretty much it.
Scooter: The vent system at the theater's really out of control; we can't decide whether to call in a mechanic or a priest.
Beige: Slept in, and spent part of the day mending my dustrags.
Storyteller: And I'm still sorting those ballads about the Poohbahs, and...when's Nora coming back?

(door creaks open)

Scooter: I'd say right now.

(Nora lurches through door, with luggage)

Nora: Hi, everyone...
Storyteller: Hello, hello, Nora...good grief, you look dead on your feet. One of you get her a bowl of soup.
Scooter: (heading toward kitchen) So how's your family?
Nora: The usual...the twins had an awful case of cabin fever, and they were ricocheting all over the place, Heather wasn't much better, and my brother's still his usual snooty self...
Erin: So long story short, everyone's fine and you had a good time.
Scooter: (returning with soup) Here you go. (sits down) At least you weren't at my house when my aunt left the squash souffle on the stove too long, and...
Beige: We heard it all the way over in the Cave.

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: Pah! Feh! I never taught I'd say dis...but I'm startin' ta get tired of nickels...dere always weighing my coat down...I'm always losin' 'em down sewars an' in poker games. I tink life would be easier witout nickels! As a matter 'a fact...I hope I never see anudder nickel again!

A tiny sprite, with the head of Thomas Jefferson materializes; it speaks in a high-pitched, crusty old-man voice...

Sprite: So! You don't want nickels, eh?

Lefty (double-take) What da...who are you?

Sprite: The name's Nicky...I'm the Nickel sprite. I'm here to grant your wish, and make all nickels disappear!

Weird sound effect; Lefty's pockets suddenly appear lighter; Lefty reaches in, and pulls out...nothing.

Lefty: My nickels!

Sprite: No nickels! Heh heh heh! (whistle sound)

Lefty goes into his closet; his nickel jar is empty.

Lefty: Huh?

Sprite: Noooooo nickels! Heh heh heh! (whistle)

Lefty: Lucky I had a few roll under 'ere...(Lefty looks under his bed; nothing but dust bunnies, magazines and crushed soda cans) Hey...

Sprite: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nickels! (whistles)

Lefty: Ah! Who needs nickels, when I kin use...(searches pockets) I always refuse dimes! I always insist on nickels!

Sprite: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nickels!

Lefty: Aw, gee, Nicky, I'm awful sorry...kin I take back my wish? I promise I'll never doubt da importance of nickels again!

Sprite: Well...okay! But just this once. Next time, be careful!

All of Lefty's nickels are restored; his pockets bulge with the coins.

Lefty: Th--hang on...so you waited all etoynity fer dis moment, and youse back down almost immediately?

Sprite: What can I say? I'm a pushover! Heh heh heh!

The sprite evaporates...

Lefty: O_O I gotta lay off da warm, flat orange soda...

------------------------------------

*this sketch was inspired by the MST3K short, "A Case of Spring Fever," in which a dope wishes springs didn't exist, and is haunted by Coiley, the spring sprite, who grants his wish*

[The Count]

Thanks Tony, da girl's almost finished. *Leaves a number 7 cookie for da Slug.
*Sees Lefty's jar of nickels... Aaaah! Nicky's army of darkness!
Don't do that again! Don't you know there's an evil sprite for everything in the universe?
*:batty: traps sprite and devours him. Ah, not bad. Not Peter Pan, but still, delicious.

*Disappears back into the shadows whence we came. :scary:

[Winslow Leach]

Ah! Fanks fer the cookie! One bite! Two...two bites, a-ha-ha!

[The Count]

*The occupants of Room #1 gather, sitting down in their seats inside a darkened theater room. From left to right you see silhouettes of the Count's triangularly hooded cape, Ed's human-shaped head, and Uncle D's dragon snout and horns. The movie begins playing...

Credits to the movie start rolling.
UD, reading the names for Ed's benefit: Joe Donn Baker.
Count: Ah... Another fat man movie.
UD: Mitt... Mittens?
Me: Joe Donn Baker is Mittens.
UD: Why does it look like he's caught in a wind tunnel?
Count, listening to the opening background music: Ah, I don't care. Just so long as it's got waka-chawaka music it's okay with me.
Uncle Deadly and I: Wakacha-wakacha-wakacha-wakacha-wakacha.
Count, singing: It vas the 3rd of December! A day I'll alvays remember!
Uncle Deadly and I: Papa was a rolling stone...
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
*Count joining in the chorus now: And Mama said...
The only thing he left us was aloooooooone.
UD: Does it seem like he's in a prolonged sneeze?
Me, slowly: A-a-a-a-aahchoo.
Count: Mitt... Mith... Mitchell?
UD: Ah, the Martha Mitchell story.
Count, in a heavy hammy voice: Joe Don Baker is Martha Mitchell.
Me: Or for a more recent reference, the George Mitchell report.
Me, in the same heavy hammy voice: Joe Donn Baker is George Mitchell.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *suntanning under one measly light bulb in the common room* ... *sighs*

Ailie: *watching the voluptuous pig in confusion* O_o *wondering what to do*

Dr. Teeth: ... *gets poked by Ailie* X_X

[The Count]

*Sneaks into the common room, leaving number 8 cookies for Ailie, laughs while disappearing back into the shadows.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: O_O Nya? *glances around and then shares them with Spammy and Dr. Teeth*

Spamela: *politely turns down the offer* No thanks, hon. It'll ruin my complexion.

Ailie: EEP! O_O I wouldn't want that to happen! I shall hoard them all so that not one unsightly blemish emerges from your flawless, beautfiul skin. *swipes the little amount the keyboardist has away* Gimmie those, you scounge! Don't you know how tempting it is for poor Spammy? ! >_>

Dr. Teeth: ... ;_;

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty slides into the common room...

Lefty: Gimme cookies! I want some cookies now! Riiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Uh-uh! No cookies for you, piggy. =P *smacks him with a random block of wood*

Dr. Teeth: O_O

[AnimatedC9000]

TG: Cait, it's a kids' movie. No need to overanalyze it...

Cait: *looks at TG* ... O_O ... *laughs semi-weirdly*

TG: *facepalm*

Lips: O_o?

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: Uh-uh! No cookies for you, piggy. =P *smacks him with a random block of wood*

Dr. Teeth: O_O

Lefty (to Dr. Teeth) What are youse lookin' at, Count Chocula?

Lefty grabs a handful of cookies, and stuffs them in his mouth.

Lefty: More! I'm on what youse call a binge! Riiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: O_o ...

Ailie: *hits Lefty in the stomach with a shovel* Nyeh! =P

[Winslow Leach]

*The occupants of Room #1 gather, sitting down in their seats inside a darkened theater room. From left to right you see silhouettes of the Count's triangularly hooded cape, Ed's human-shaped head, and Uncle D's dragon snout and horns. The movie begins playing...

Credits to the movie start rolling.
UD, reading the names for Ed's benefit: Joe Donn Baker.
Count: Ah... Another fat man movie.
UD: Mitt... Mittens?
Me: Joe Donn Baker is Mittens.
UD: Why does it look like he's caught in a wind tunnel?
Count, listening to the opening background music: Ah, I don't care. Just so long as it's got waka-chawaka music it's okay with me.
Uncle Deadly and I: Wakacha-wakacha-wakacha-wakacha-wakacha.
Count, singing: It vas the 3rd of December! A day I'll alvays remember!
Uncle Deadly and I: Papa was a rolling stone...
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
*Count joining in the chorus now: And Mama said...
The only thing he left us was aloooooooone.
UD: Does it seem like he's in a prolonged sneeze?
Me, slowly: A-a-a-a-aahchoo.
Count: Mitt... Mith... Mitchell?
UD: Ah, the Martha Mitchell story.
Count, in a heavy hammy voice: Joe Don Baker is Martha Mitchell.
Me: Or for a more recent reference, the George Mitchell report.
Me, in the same heavy hammy voice: Joe Donn Baker is George Mitchell.

Tony pops in...

Tony: Ooh! "Mitchell!" One of my favorite MST3K eps!

Our hero, folks!

Johnny Mathis?

The lunatic is on the grass...

Watch out for snakes! (never gets old!)

Buzz off!
You buzz off!
Buzz off!
YOU buzz off!
BUZZ OFF KID ! !

BABY OIL ? !

I'll be quiet...O_O

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: O_o ...

Ailie: *hits Lefty in the stomach with a shovel* Nyeh! =P

Lefty: COOOOOOOOOKIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES ! ! ! !:insatiable:

Newsie runs in with a large butterfly net; he chases Lefty around the room, catches him, and leads him away.

Newsie: Sorry. It appears Lefty is suffering from what scientists call "Cookie Monster-itis..."

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ...ah. O_o *backs away, hiding the bags*

Dr. Teeth: *facepalm* X_X

[Winslow Leach]

Rf enters, carrying Mr. Turtle.

RF: HEY, WAS THAT LEFTY BEING CARRIED OUT OF HERE IN A BUTTERFLY NET?

Mr. Turtle: Get used to it, my lad. It happens at least once a week.

RF: WOW! HI, SPAMELA! YOU'RE LOOKING LOVELY TONIGHT! L-O-V-E-L-Y! LOVELY!

Mr. Turtle: Calm down, son.

RF: BUT I CAN'T, WHEN I'M FACE TO FACE WITH SPAMMY!

RF throws Mr. Turtle to Dr. Teeth, and walks coolly to Spamela.

RF: CARE TO DANCE, MY DEAR? I KNOW, THERE'S NO MUSIC, BUT WE CAN MAKE SWEET MUSIC TOGETHER!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *lifts her sunglasses with faint amusement and shakes her head* *her tone is still serene* Um...no thank you, Roosevelt. Like...I think I'll pass... *lies back down* ... *sits up again and starts applying more sunscreen*

Dr. Teeth: O_O *gazes down at the reptile in his arms* ...Donatello! ! Mah homeboy! <333 *hug-strangles*

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: *lifts her sunglasses with faint amusement and shakes her head* *her tone is still serene* Um...no thank you, Roosevelt. Like...I think I'll pass... *lies back down* ... *sits up again and starts applying more sunscreen*

Dr. Teeth: O_O *gazes down at the reptile in his arms* ...Donatello! ! Mah homeboy! <333 *hug-strangles*

Mr. Turtle: Gack! Shouldn't you be performing at a discount buffet tonight?

RF: SPAMMY! WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE YOU LIKE ME? WANT ME TO TEACH YOU NOT TO EAT POISON? WANT ME TO SCAT FOR YOU? WANT ME TO SLICK MY HAIR DOWN? ANYTHING YOU WANT, BABY, IS YOURS!

[Erine81981]

Herry: Hey Kyle. *grabs an apple from the bowl of fruit* *eats a piece of it*

Hey there Herry. *goes back to watching the DVD*

Herry: What are you watching?

*laughs at the comments made from the DVD show* Oh this?

Herry: Yea. *eats another bite*

It's "Mystery Science Theater 3000."

Herry: What's it about?

*pauses the DVD* It's about this guy who gets shot into space from his boss and his henceman and makes him watch cheesey b rated movies. The guy who got shot into space makes some robot friends from parts of the ship and whatever else he could find. They then watch the movies and make funny remarks or funny lines for the movie there watching. It's pretty funny. Wanna watch it with me?

Herry: Sure. This'll be new for me.

I used to watch this back when it aired on TV but now its no longer on tv so i just buy the DVDs. Are you ready?

Herry: Unpause it!

Pushes the play button and goes back to watching the show

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *somewhat oblivious* Hey, look what I foun', homeskittle! *pulls a tootsie roll pop out of his hat and shoves it into Mr. Turtle's mouth* MMM! ^_^ I betcha like that!

Spamela: ...well...I suppose you can help me rub some lotion on...my toes. X3

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Homeskittle? I--(mouth is jammed with Tootsie roll pop) Guuuhhhh....

RF: I WANNA DANCE! C'MON! IT'S A LOVELY NIGHT! LET'S YOU AND ME CUT SOME GRASS! See, I made a joke there...instead of cutting a rug, I said cutting grass! Do you get it, Spammy? CUTTING GRASS! CUTTING GRASS!

Newsie slowly approaches RF, butterfly net raised above his head...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: ^_^ <333 *cuddles Mr. Turtle so tight that his tootsie pop shoots out*

Spamela: *gives him a strange look* Roosevelt. *snaps her fingers briskly* Toes...sunscreen...now. =P

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Pah! Poisoned! I'm poisoned!

RF: STOP STALLING! (grabs Spamela and lifts her) LET'S BOOGIE!

Newsie brings the net down on RF, and drags him off...

RF: LEMME OUT! LEMME OUT, OR I'LL CALL MY MOTHER! SPAMMY WAS ABOUT TO DANCE WITH ME!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *yelling louder than him, still absentminded* ^_^ I LOVE YA TOO! <33 *snuggy*

Spamela: O_o *sighs and picks up her tanning supplies, feeling unaccomplished* -_-

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Where is that blasted fellow with the net? I need him to get me away from this bloated, talking Christmas tree as soon as humanly possible...I can actually feel myself wasting away every moment this madman handes me...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *blankly* ...I loves trees too. O_O Wow, we have soooo much in common, Mistah T! We rock! ^_^ *sprints down the hall with the poor reptile and takes him into his room for the night*

Ailie: *watching* Uh, hon, I think Lefty-- *the door slams* ...you know what? Forget it. XP *turns in*

[The Count]

Hey Tony, we gots another MSTie convert! *Rejoicing continues as I won the Disney Pincast's Alphabet Characters naming contest. *Rushes off to keep checking threads.

[Winslow Leach]

Hey Tony, we gots another MSTie convert! *Rejoicing continues as I won the Disney Pincast's Alphabet Characters naming contest. *Rushes off to keep checking threads.

Yes! Let's have a 21 tickle bazooka salute!;)

[The Count]

*Brings out weaponry with more powerful words than just "Bang!" including the dynamite plunger box that reads kazowie kabama kablazam.

[BEAR]

Big Bird: Hey, Bryan. What are you doing?Bryan: Hi, Big Bird! I'm just getting out all of our Christmas decorations. Bert and Ernie are coming over later. They're going to help us get this place ready for Christmas.
Big Bird: Oh boy!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *heads off to school, leaving her roomies free to run and wreak havoc until she gets back...to join them*

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *finishes getting ready for school*

Lips: *sitting on the couch* You're up early.

Cait: *nods*

Lips: What's the occasion?

Cait: *shows him her choir folder*

Lips: Ah, choir practice...

Cait: *nods*

Lips: ... well, we'll see you after school. *smiles*

Cait: *smiles back, picks up the rest of her school stuff, and leaves*

[The Count]

Hey Cait, wait up! *Hands her some 10 cookies for the trip so she can share with Ailie on the way to their schools.
:insatiable:

Okay boys, you know where we're going today fright?
Count and UD: Yes... Picking out the dorms tree, asking Big Bird to help set it up, decorating the rest of the halls...
*All: Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: So, when are we going to decorate this place? I think we could use a wreath on the door, some holly, and the tree ought to go there...
Scooter: (on the sofa, watching a game show with Beige) Do we really have to talk about it now?
Beige: Yeah, it's really late, and it's been a long week...
Storyteller: What? You two, where is your spirit of the season? I think the girls are thoroughly into the festivities now...
Erin: (poring over story notes) Ask me again around Dec. 15.
Nora: Yeah...I don't think anyone in here is much in the mood for shopping or decorating quite yet.
Storyteller: (groans) Oh, Ed, can I have some help in motivating my apathetic roommates?
Erin: We'll pick out our tree next weekend, Storyteller - I think we're all booked for something or other this weekend.
Scooter: Yeah, and it'll lose all its needles if it's inside too long. The tree, that is.
Nora: Long story short is, Storyteller, for most of us it's too soon to really get into the swing of things for the holidays.
Beige: Yeah...pass the remote, Scooter, there's a really cool documentary about dust mites coming on.

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Hey Lefty, heads up!

Tony throws a can of clinged peaches at Lefty.

Lefty: Wha...?

KERPLUNK!

Lefty is floored after taking it on the noggin.

Tony: Erm...I said heads up...

[The Count]

Mmm, wonder if those peaches rully do cling. Oh well.

You'll have to deal with them yourself Storyteller, it's their lives to live. *Leaves batch of 12 cookies for Erin.

Now if Prawny or someone else I could consult were online available at this time of night. Oh well, guess it can wait till tomorrow.
*Turns out the lights and falls asleep in his own bed.

Count: MC Dorms vere brought to you by the letter D and by the number 12.
Nighty-night, don't let the batty bats bite.
*Jingly bell music is heard in the background.

[Katzi428]

dancing around and singing jazzlike into a candy cane ornament:sing:Ba-doo-bee-doo-bop -bop bop- ba-da-dop.Ba-doo-bee-doo-bop-bop-bop-ba-dop
I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.Where the treetops glisten,and children listen.To hear sleighbells in the snow...snow...And I.. I .I.I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas.With every Christmas card I write...May your days,may your days be merry and bright..And may all your Christmases be white!:sing:
Prairie& Rosita:YAYYY!
I turn around and take a bow Thank you...thank you!
Prairie:That's really good Kath! I saw you watching that clip of those oldies singers singing that.
Rosita:You think Bowzer's gonna sing it at the concert in a couple of weeks?
Hope so.He did it last year plus some other Christmas songs. He sang O Holy Night & it was SO pretty I almost cried!
Rosita:Awww!

[The Count]

*Huge smile, I got the full version of True Blue Miracle I cherish so. We'll be leaving in a while after morning shows are over to get some strings of lights, candy canes to hand out, and decorations... Unless we have some of our friends still stored from that time spent at Piggy's house.

Merry Muppety Christmas and happy holidays to all!

[The Count]

*After the ride back out of town through the subway and a short drive to the dorms in the Count's Countmobile, we've unloaded the trimmings for a happy holiday celebration. *Count knocks on Bryan's door to ask if Big Bird can help setting up the tree and placing the shining star on top when finished. *Bats will flutter forth at night decking the hallways with strings of lights.
*Uncle Deadly has set up the smallerish branches of dark holly ainto the candelabra-like holder.

*Wraps a box of caramelized crushed pecan 13 cookies to send to Phil, along with some sugar Doozer-dusted 14's left for Kim and her Fraggles, and gingerbread 15's for Lisa.

Mmm, how I love counting on my friends for the holidays.
Count: Yes, I heartily agree.

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: Guys... what is Christmas all about?

TG: ... wow, time to get a tree already.

Digit: No, I mean... what IS Christmas all about?

Lindy: Spreading happiness?

Waldo: Fights breaking out at the nearest store?

Cait: *shrugs*

TG: Santa Claus and "Ho ho ho"? ... and mistletoe, and presents for pretty girls? ^_^ Hmm?

Lips: ... *picks out the melody of "Jingle Bells" on the piano*

Cait: That's IT! O_O

Lips: *startled* O_O

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Hey, tomorrow's Tommy's birthday! What are we gonna get for him?

Lefty: Who?

Newsie: Tommy.

Lefty: Who's dat?

Newsie: Our...roommate...

Lefty: Ah, dat guy! Riiiiiiiiiight, riiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: What should we get him?

Lefty: Meh.

Newsie: Come on, Lefty. He was nice enough to let us room with him. The least we could do is give him a present.

Lefty reaches into his pocket, and takes out a small piece of lint; he drops it.

Lefty: Give dat to 'im. From Lefty wit love...(goes back to reading his Cracked magazine)

RF: I KNOW WHAT TO GET HIM! I KNOW WHAT TO GET HIM!

Newsie: What, Roosevelt?

RF: Supper at my mom's house! She makes the best meatloaf! Meatloaf! Meatloaf! M-E-A-T-L-O-A-F!

Newsie: Er...Crazy Harry?

Crazy Harry (holds up a bomb) Boom?

Newsie: Mr. Turtle?

Mr. Turtle: Hmm? What? Oh, you're actually including me in a conversation for once? Me? The fellow in the corner you always neglect? Woo bloody hoo! What are we talking about?

Newsie: A birthday gift for Tommy.

Mr. Turtle: Ah. Perhaps a season pass to the Old Vic?

Newsie: I...er...can't afford something like that! Can you?

Mr. Turtle: I'm a turtle, you bloody idiot! I don't have any money!

Newsie: Ah, well...maybe I'll talk to my boss down at the station, and see if Tommy could sit in one night, and watch me do my broadcast. I bet he'd be really excited to see me at work, or "on the job," as we say...

Lefty (snickers) Yeah, he'd really like dat!

Newsie: What did you say?

Lefty: Nuthin, nuthin...(snickers) Lame-O.

Newsie: o_O

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *pokes her head into Tony's dorm* I AM A BANANA! O_o

Dr. Teeth: *standing behind that weird girl* ...mah spoon is too big. =P

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: *pokes her head into Tony's dorm* I AM A BANANA! O_o

Dr. Teeth: *standing behind that weird girl* ...mah spoon is too big. =P

Newsie: O_O

O...........kay..........so.....have we decided what to get Tommy for his birthday tomorrow?

Lefty: Ain't da lint enough?

Crazy Harry rushes Lefty, and spins the salesman in his hammock.

Lefty: Whoa whoa whoa! I'm gettin' seasick here!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Ooh! I know what ta get Toneh! Mah present's gonna own whatevah ya squares come up with! *sprints out of the room and then drags Spamela back in*

Spamela: *in the midst of painting her toes--or something* Hey! >_>

[Winslow Leach]

Tony enters the room, sees everyone...

Tony: Hey...um...what's going on in here?

Crazy Harry is still spinning Lefty around and around in his hammock.

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lefty: Urp! I mean...urp...I'm gettin' sea--urp--sick...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *innocently* Happeh Birthday, homeskittle! I hope ya like yo presen'! ^_^

Spamela: *gets shoved towards Tony* What the--? ;_; Hmmph! *crosses her arms*

Zoot: Wait! *doing his best to run in and join them* I got a present for you too, Anthonyyy! *climbs into a box smothered with ribbons and closes the lid before shuffling over to him* ...save me...

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *innocently* Happeh Birthday, homeskittle! I hope ya like yo presen'! ^_^

Spamela: *gets shoved towards Tony* What the--? ;_; Hmmph! *crosses her arms*

Zoot: Wait! *doing his best to run in and join them* I got a present for you too, Anthonyyy! *climbs into a box smothered with ribbons and closes the lid before shuffling over to him* ...save me...

Tony: Um...hey there, Zoot...I...I really don't have room for another roommate at this time, uh...nice box, though! Hey, Spamela, what's up? Looking for Roosevelt Franklin?

RF crawls out from under a bed, stands, and brushes himself off.

RF: SPAMMY! (holds his arms out) You came back!

Lefty: Urp!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: ;_; *shuffles away, the box leaving a sweater made out of tears for Tony*

Spamela: *hisses* ...don't touch me. -_-

[Winslow Leach]

Zoot: ;_; *shuffles away, the box leaving a sweater made out of tears for Tony*

Spamela: *hisses* ...don't touch me. -_-

Tony: Oh boy, a new sweater! I mean...eeewwww....

RF: Aw, baby, don't do me this way!

[The Count]

*A knock on the door to Room #9... We wheel a birthday cake with lit candles, a card signed by these haunters a-three, and a few wrapped DVD's from the MST3K collection are parked in front waiting for Tony to arrive so we can celebrate his name in good health.

[Winslow Leach]

*A knock on the door to Room #9... We wheel a birthday cake with lit candles, a card signed by these haunters a-three, and a few wrapped DVD's from the MST3K collection are parked in front waiting for Tony to arrive so we can celebrate his name in good health.

Tony: What's all this? Wow! Hi Ed. Uncle Deadly. Count! Thanks a lot you guys, this is quite a surprise! (looks at DVDs) The Castle of Fu Manchu...Godzilla Vs. Megalon...Werewolf...Squirm...hehe...come on in, guys. We'll watch some of these and have cake!

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty runs into the hall, and shouts:

Lefty: 'EY! PARTY IN TOMMY'S ROOM! EVERYBODY'S INVITED! Heh heh!

The door slams in Lefty's face.

Lefty: 'Ey! 'Ey! Open up, youse crum-bums!

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: *doing various experiments to find the meaning of Christmas*

Cait: *sighs* How long will this be going on, "Jack"?

Digit: Huh? *looks up from his work* Oh, hello, Caitlyn! Actually, I'm trying to discover the true meaging of Christmas, but it doesn't seem to be working out...

Cait: ... I'll take that as "when I try to take over Christmas, try to deliver presents but get shot down, reaffirm my identity, rush to save Sally and Santa from Oogie Boogie, patch things up with Santa, find out that Sally's your true love, make it snow, kiss Sally, marry her, and have four or five kids in a band".

Digit: *thinking about all this* O_O

Cait: O_O! WAIT! Forget that I said that!

[theprawncracker]

Gonzo: *bolts in* RYAN!
Ryan: *nearly falls out of chair* Gonzo! What?
Gonzo: *frantically* It's Camilla's birthday--I need your help!
Ryan: *sighs* *puts pencil down* So much for THAT chemistry test... What do you need? Did you forget to buy her a present?
Gonzo: *scoffs* No! Of course not! What kind of weirdo do you think I am?
Ryan: The weird kind. Sorry. I forgot. So what do you need then?
Gonzo: I need you to get everyone out of the room--we've got a date! *eyebrows waggle back and forth*
Ryan: *scrunches up face* Yucha. I don't think anyone will protest.
Pepe: *pops up* Jou'd better believe it, hokay.
Ryan: See?
Gonzo: Great! Now get out! *shoves Ryan and Pepe*
Pepe: Holjerhorses, big nose! Nobody pushes de king prawn, hokay!
Gonzo: Normally I wouldn't--but today I have to! Now GO! *pushes Pepe out of dorm room* *spins around and looks around the room*
Clifford: Whoa, dude, easy. I'm out on my own. *zips out*
Sam: If you touch me... I will call this nation's fine, upstanding, police force to have you esc--
Gonzo: *shoves Sam out*
Ryan: *grabs wallet and cell phone* Later Gonzo! Have a good date!
Gonzo: Oh, I will! Hahaha!
Ryan: Sheesh... *walks out and closes the door*

[The Count]

Thanks Tony. *Patch over right eye to prevent the drip from medicine. Werewolf? I don't know, you saw him last.
*Exits to go make some popcorn.

*Hears the plaintiff music from Spiral Hill eminating from Caitlyn's room.

How I love that movie. If you need any songs I've got a slue of 'em Cait, thanks to Pan In Scarlet. *Thinks, and now I know who to ask about Oogie Boogie.
*Returns to the party at Tony's, the green door slamming shut in Lefty's face again before he can enter.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *finishes "studying" (or lack thereof) for her French exam and drags in another cake for Tony because...yeah (=P)* Joyeux Anniversaire!

Spamela: ^_^ *pops out of the cake in her lifeguard attire and starts dancing*

Ailie: *calling over her shoulder* Hey guys! Bring in his presents!

Zoot: *gives him a wrapped up replica of the mask from Phantom of the Paradise*

Dr. Teeth: *unwillingly drags in a kidnapped Halle Berry* ...mine. >_>

[The Count]

*Back in our room, after having hexcused myself from the party and wished well unto the birthday boy... *Bats fly off a birthday card with a candy cane attached to it to Camilla and Rosita. *Falling asleep to the music of NBC playing from the computer spookers, and echoeing from Cait's room directly above ours.

[Winslow Leach]

Tony runs around the room, wearing his snazzy Phantom of the Paradise mask, a bedsheet draped over his shoulders as if it were a cape.

Tony: PHOENIXXXXX! My music is for Phoenix! Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries dies, muwahahahahaha!

Newsie (trying to make small talk with Halle Berry) So Ms. Berry...I understand you're in the movies. Been in anything I might have seen? Last weekend I took mother to see that wonderful new picture with that actress who used to be on that television show that was cancelled about five years ago. You know who I'm talking about?

RF watches Spamela, spellbound.

[BEAR]

*After the ride back out of town through the subway and a short drive to the dorms in the Count's Countmobile, we've unloaded the trimmings for a happy holiday celebration. *Count knocks on Bryan's door to ask if Big Bird can help setting up the tree and placing the shining star on top when finished. *Bats will flutter forth at night decking the hallways with strings of lights.
*Uncle Deadly has set up the smallerish branches of dark holly ainto the candelabra-like holder.

*Wraps a box of caramelized crushed pecan 13 cookies to send to Phil, along with some sugar Doozer-dusted 14's left for Kim and her Fraggles, and gingerbread 15's for Lisa.

Mmm, how I love counting on my friends for the holidays.
Count: Yes, I heartily agree.

Bryan: Hey, Count! Thought maybe you'd still be up. Sorry, we've been out all weekend, but I know I heard Big Bird say something about putting the star on the tree this year.

[The Count]

Hi Bry. Hope it was a good weekend. Yes, Big B can put the star... We just need his help setting up the tree first. BTW: Happy birthday Bry. *Hands him a card signed by all of us attached to a candy cane and a copy of Street Gang. You should listen to the MuppetCast, the author said something about an offer to do personalized autograph/bookmarks for everyone who buys the book. Have a great b'day buddy.

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: I feel like baking today
Abby: Can I help?
Beth: Sure, but no pumpkins *smiles*
Abby: I will put away my wand! What are we going to make?
Beth: Well how about we start with spritz cookies and go from there. You can use your fairy dust to make them sparkle.
Abby: OK!
*they go off to the kitchen*

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is sitting around, having hot chocolate)

Erin: Oh, spritzes. My uncles adore them; they can inhale a whole tray in minutes.
Scooter: That's nothing; Uncle J.P. can devour an entire truffle cheesecake in minutes. (slurps cocoa) So what are we doing first?
Nora: Well, I guess we'll get the tree this weekend, and put up some lights...
Beige: And make some cookies - don't forget the cookies.
Storyteller: And let's all go caroling in the snow, all around the block...
Erin: Maybe, but if someone shows signs of hypothermia, we call it off.
Beige: Yeah, isn't true that cold air does something to your vocal cords?
Scooter: I heard some rumor that some caroling group got stuck in the snow, and...
Nora: You're sure you're not thinking of the Donner Party?
Storyteller: (shudder) Let's talk about something else. More cocoa, anyone?

[The Count]

*In bed, a domed patch over my right eye, looking much the part of whatever mad scientist you wish to think of... Yes, my darklings have been perfected... *Sampling the renewed batch of number cookies, sipping a cup of hot chocolate.
Count: May I...
Certainly.
:batty: puts his own cup and inhales the fresh aroma as he counts up the number cookies.
UD skulks around, leaving a candy cane pack at Erin's doorstep.

[BEAR]

Big Bird: Hey, Bryan!
Bryan: Hey, Big Bird.
Big Bird: Guess what?
Bryan: What?
Big Bird: Yesterday was your birthday.
Bryan: Yes, that's true.
Big Bird: Well, I know you didn't really get to have very much fun because you worked all day.
Bryan: Yeah, it was a busy day.
Big Bird: Well, I have a special birthday surprise for you that should make you very happy.
Bryan: You do?
Big Bird: Uh huh! (opens the back door) Okay, come on it, everybody!
(A big group of pals from Sesame Street come parading into the room wishing happy birthday and saying hello)
Ernie: Happy birthday, Bryan!
Cookie: (Eating his party hat) Hello!
Bert: Cookie, don't eat that!
Elmo: (laughing)
Baby Bear: (Blowing a noise maker)
(Various other character flood the room)
Bryan: Well, hey, guys! Good to see you all! What a fun birthday surprise!
Grover: Well, what are we waiting for? Lets Paaaaaaarty!
(Hoots and the band start playing a jazzy version of the Sesame Theme)

[BEAR]

Hi Bry. Hope it was a good weekend. Yes, Big B can put the star... We just need his help setting up the tree first. BTW: Happy birthday Bry. *Hands him a card signed by all of us attached to a candy cane and a copy of Street Gang. You should listen to the MuppetCast, the author said something about an offer to do personalized autograph/bookmarks for everyone who buys the book. Have a great b'day buddy.

Thanks, Ed!:):wisdom:

[Erine81981]

*creating a birthday/christmas card for Bryan*

Frazzle: Wrioggjggj werreigjhggj eoirro? *translator* (What are you doing?)

I'm drawing Bryan a card for his birthday and for christmas.

Frazzle: Wrrgigghg ggrrrr gieajdjkcc gggg! *translator* (You are one thoughtful friend.)

Thanks for that Frazzle. You are too. *hugs Frazzle*

Frazzle: *blushes* Awwwwwwww.......

You wanna put something for Bryan from you on here?

Frazzle: Yraaaaahhh!

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *goofing off a bit before school* Hm...go back in time and kidnap Pam Grier or go back in time and steal all of the original members of TLC...? *contemplates*

Spamela: *yawns* What are you doing, Ailie?

Ailie: Trying to think of a birthday present for the good doctor tomorrow. Can you believe I almost forgot? X_X

Spamela: How about Ashanti?

Ailie: Too predictable. =P

Spamela: Then how about a new pet, like an actual animal so Mr. Turtle can stop getting tortured--I mean, cuddled? =P

Ailie: O_O Good idea...you're onto something, babe. See you later. *leaves*

Spamela: Toodles.

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Apparently tomorrow is Dr. Teeth's birthday. (silence) Ahem. I said, apparently tomorrow is Dr. Teeth's birthday!

Lefty (reading "Cracked") Heh heh...check out dis what you call spoof, Crazy Harry! Insteada Mamma Mia! dere callin' it...well, Mamma Mia, but dere's dis drawing of da Godfather from dat movie, wit his hand ta his forehead, as if he has a headache...I don't get it...but da drawin' is funny. Riiiiiiiiiiight!

RF: Birthday? BIRTHDAY! WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS IT?

Newsie (sighs) Dr. Teeth's.

Tony (flipping through channels) I know The Simpsons is on...

Newsie: Are we going to get him anything?

Lefty (reading) Who?

Newsie (beat) Dr. Teeth.

Lefty: Who's Dr. Teeth?

Newsie: Tommy?

Tony (still flipping) 10,255 channels and no Simpsons...unbelievable!

Newsie: I think we should all pitch in and get him something nice.

Lefty: Who?

Newsie: DR. TEETH!

Mr. Turtle (suddenly wakes up) Where ? ! !

Lefty: Give 'im da toitle.

Newsie: What?

Mr. Turtle: Are you out of your bloody mind ? !

Lefty: Give 'im da toitle, on account he's bein' a stubborn brat, an' won't look at da script I wrote fer him fer da follow-up to dat generic toitle food commoicial...dere's plenny of odder toitles in da sea.

Newsie: We're not giving him Mr. Toitle--Turtle...

Lefty: Den do whatever youse want, leave me outta dis...heh heh...ABBA was such a corny band...

Newsie: What about ABBA?

A large, stuffed cow falls from the ceiling, onto Newsie; no one notices...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: O_o *reappears and looks around carefully to make sure nobody's coming down the hall* ... *is walking a giant but rather harmless looking panda on a leash*

Panda: *in a brisk German accent that seems to clash with his cuddly appearance* Ees zees za dorms you vere talking about, young mees?

Ailie: *nods* Shhhh...I have to keep you hidden from my roommate until tomorrow. I'm not sure whether to go into the common room or somebody else's, though. *ponders, while making sure the musician doesn't unexpectedly pop out from anywhere*

[AnimatedC9000]

Lips: *walking by* *sees the panda and doubletakes* O_o?

Meanwhile, in Room 15, all is... well...

Digit: *somehow got his hands on a Jack Skellington costume* *singing* The sights! The sounds! They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so good before,
this empty place inside of me is filling up, I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my own.
I’ve got to know, I’ve got to know, what is this place that I have found.
WHAT IS THIS?

TG: *facepalm* Will you shut up? You've been going at it for about a week now!

Digit: Not until I find the true meaning of Christmas!

TG: Right... and I suppose that Waldo and Lindbergh will just come waltzing in through that door right now carrying the tree.

Waldo: *waltzes in, morphed into a ballerina* *is dancing to a song from "The Nutcracker"*

Cait, Digit, & TG: *mouths hang open*

Waldo: ... O_O Oh. *morphs into a little white dog* *barks* =P

TG: ... you, I kinda expected...

Lindy: I got the tree! *holds up what's SUPPOSED to be a tree; it actually looks like someone glued a branch and some green pine needles onto a wooden stand*

TG: ... what. Is. That?

Lindy: It's the tree!

TG: ... Lindbergh, you simple-monded-- HOW COULD YOU DO THIS! ?

Lindy: O_O; Uh--

TG: This is a poor excuse for a tree! What were you THINKING, you blockhead? *gasps and covers her mouth* Oh no... O_O

Cait: O_O

TG: I'm turning into Lucy! O_O

Cait: Wow... It's the Nightmare Before Christmas, Charlie Brown!

[The Count]

*From the room below Cait's... You want I should tell the Great Pumpkin to stop by, o Pumpkin King?
*Sips mug of hot chocolate reading some fanfics at the computer.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *still shifting directions in the hall, trying to find the mammal a safe hiding place*

Panda: *getting dizzy* X_X

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: *still shifting directions in the hall, trying to find the mammal a safe hiding place*

Panda: *getting dizzy* X_X

Newsie (walking past Ailie, oblivious) Hey Ailie...(without missing a beat, Newsie walks backward, and stares at the panda) I'm not even gonna ask, but if that's here to rip Lefty apart, you'll have to wait. He's out right now, but you can stay in our room if you'd like, Mr. Panda. You can hide in the closet, and when Lefty opens the door, heh heh heh...

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Actually he's a present fo-- *rolls her eyes and doesn't bother finishing her sentence* Look, can you just keep him hidden until tomorrow? I'll give you a new pair of Urkel shorts if you do. =P *gives Newsie the leash*

Mr. Panda: *mumbles under his breath* Somehow I don't zink I should'f trusteed zis leetle girl... *follows the nerdy muppet reluctantly*

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: Actually he's a present fo-- *rolls her eyes and doesn't bother finishing her sentence* Look, can you just keep him hidden until tomorrow? I'll give you a new pair of Urkel shorts if you do. =P *gives Newsie the leash*

Mr. Panda: *mumbles under his breath* Somehow I don't zink I should'f trusteed zis leetle girl... *follows the nerdy muppet reluctantly*

Newsie (to Ailie) Ah, Jaleel White was quite the comedic genuis, a true thespian reminiscent of Chaplin and Keaton in terms of slapstick and pathos.

(as he leads the panda away)

Oh, spreken ze deutsch? What is your name? Hans? Fritz? Klaus? Werner? Oskar? Fred?

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: ... *swipes off Newsie glasses with a paw* -_-

[The Count]

*Opening package from the contest I won... Hey Ailie, is the party started yet? LMK what the good doctor might like best... We'll um, try to surprise him. :D

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *softly* Not yet, Ed. I dunno where he wandered off to but I'm sure he'll like whatever you get. X3 What was the contest for?

[The Count]

*Softly back... Okay, just LMK when. The contest was an alphabet Disney characters name game, the catch is they couldn't've appeared on prev alphabet Disney character pins. You can join the show at disneypincast.com or their IPLS Facebook group.

*Hides the present for Dr. Teeth... Whatever it is.

[Winslow Leach]

In the room, Tony and the gang are scrambling in their last-minute preparations for Dr. Teeth's surprise party.

The room is decorated with balloons and other party stuff; a large table holds a bowl of punch, and other goodies.

Lefty is in the corner of the room, propped up against the wall, straight-jacketed to Crazy Harry's cot, muzzle over his nose and mouth: Hannibal Lefty revisited; on his head is a party hat.

RF can barely contain himself; he's trying to jump up and down and shout, but Crazy Harry is restraining him, and Newsie has a hand over his mouth.

Mr. Turtle could care less.

Mr. Panda is...hiding somewhere in the room...

Tony: Okay, shhh...I think I hear them coming...

RF: MPPPPFFFF!

Tony turns the lights out; the room is in total darkness.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *poking her head out from under a table* ...pie?

Mr. Panda: Vhat? O_o

Ailie: Nothing...I guess he's still not here yet.

Spamela: *hiding under the seat cushions* This couch smells funny. X_X

Zoot: Zzzzzzzz...

Mr. Panda: *shakes his fluffy head* Ach...zis had better be vorth zee embarrassment of being tied up like zis...although I must confess I'm rather intrigued to meet my new master.

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Panda: *shakes his fluffy head* Ach...zis had better be vorth zee embarrassment of being tied up like zis...although I must confess I'm rather intrigued to meet my new master.

Newsie: Then you're going to be severely disappointed, Hans...

Tony: I thought I heard him coming...

Newsie: Want me to check?

Tony (beat) Yeah, McDoofus. Stick your head out the door, spoil the surprise...

RF: MMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRR...

Newsie: Can we play Pin the Tail on the Lefty? Or throw water balloons at him?

Crazy Harry whacks Newsie upside the head.

Newsie: OW!

Mr. Turtle calmly leafs through his issue of Theatre Monthly.

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *gives Newsie a deadly glare and glances over Mr. Turtle's shoulder to read the educational magazine, looking very fascinated* I must zay, you haff vondervul taste in zose types of rrreads; I vasn't avare zat zere vas ozzer scholars such as myselv in zis facility. Vhat is your name, my good herr?

Ailie: *whacks Newsie as well* Monkeychunk.

Zoot: ...wha--?

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Panda: *gives Newsie a deadly glare and glances over Mr. Turtle's shoulder to read the educational magazine, looking very fascinated* I must zay, you haff vondervul taste in zose types of rrreads; I vasn't avare zat zere vas ozzer scholars such as myselv in zis facility. Vhat is your name, my good herr?


Mr. Turtle: Are you speaking to me, sir? I am Mr. Turtle. I once had the pleasure of appearing in your wonderful country with Max Reinhardt's theatre troupe. I played Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. Must have been in the 1920s sometime...I do not go to this institution, I am merely the pet of that bloody imbecile in the corner over there. He doesn't go here either, obviously. He somehow wormed his way into Anthony's room. Anthony is the young human fellow trying in futility to hold Roosevelt Franklin--the new kid squirming over there--down.

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Vell, of course I am. *lowers his voice* You don't zink I vould lower myzelf to discourse vith any of the ozzer simpletons and airheads ve are stuck vith? No, definitely not. That being said, it's a immense pleasure to be in zee company of a shrewd and respectable reptile such as yourzelf. I am also fery fond of zee vorks of Shakespeare and if you don't mind my askeng, haff you or haff you not had zee glorious experience of pervorming in Hamlet? It's unquestionably my favoreet speil of his. Oh, by zee vay, do you haff any idea vhat my new owner eez goeng to be like?

Ailie: *checking her watch* He should be here any minute...I left a trail of skittles out in the hallway...

Meanwhile...

Dr. Teeth: Mmm! ^_^ *picking one up and tossing it into his mouth* *finds another one and follows suit*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Panda: Vell, of course I am. *lowers his voice* You don't zink I vould lower myzelf to discourse vith any of the ozzer simpletons and airheads ve are stuck vith? No, definitely not. That being said, it's a immense pleasure to be in zee company of a shrewd and respectable reptile such as yourzelf. I am also fery fond of zee vorks of Shakespeare and if you don't mind my askeng, haff you or haff you not had zee glorious experience of pervorming in Hamlet? It's unquestionably my favoreet speil of his. Oh, by zee vay, do you haff any idea vhat my new owner eez goeng to be like?


Mr. Turtle: Ah, yes. Without sounding egotistical, I played the Great Dane five times in my career. The first time when I was in my 20s. The last time I was 76. Wonderful play, wot? I also played Claudius, Polonius, Laertes, the Player King and the Gravedigger in various productions. I also, erm, portrayed Ophelia in my school days. I went to an all-male boarding school, you see, so as was common in Master Will's time, all the boys played the female roles. You would undoubtedly have been delighted in my mad scene. I made Mater cry, and Mater's shell was much, much thicker than mine! That is when I knew I was a true actor, and not some bloody amateur!

Your new owner? My advice for you is simple, dear boy...

RUN! RUN FOR THE BLEEDING HILLS! GO! LEAVE NOW! RUN! GO AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE AS POSSIBLE! (breaks down) THE HORROR...THE HORROR...

Everyone in the room stops whatever he or she is doing, and stare at Mr. Turtle; even RF stops squirming, and stares, shell-shocked (bahahahaha! shell-shocked!)

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *ducks into a hiding place* *is still in her choir gown* *whispers* Sorry I'm late.

TG: It's okay. He's not even here yet...

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Ach...my good herr, contrrrol yourzelf and do explain why you burst into such an unrreasonable manner. O_O Vhat will he be like?

Meanwhile...

Dr. Teeth: ... *still following the skittles and eating them*

[AnimatedC9000]

TG: ... let's put it this way: we hope you like rock music.

Cait: O_O *nods*

Lindy: How are things, Waldo?

Waldo: *playing lookout* I think he's still eating Skittles... and they look SO good... O_O *urges himself not to eat them*