Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Winslow Leach]

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?


Newsie: Excuse me, Tommy, can you handle this for a moment?

Tony: Sure.

Tony takes Newsie's place in trying to restrain Roosevelt Franklin.

Newsie puts two socks on his hands.

Newsie (to Mr. Panda) Pardon me, Mr...Panda...? But I don't think Mr. Turtle is up to explaining his trauma at the moment. So if you'll allow me, I would like to demonstrate the relationship between the turtle and your new master.

Newsie holds up both sock puppets. He does the voices of Mr. Turtle and Dr. Teeth, quite poorly. His puppetry is equally asinine, as the mouths are nowhere close to being in sync.

"Mr. Turtle": Hi, my name is Mr. Turtle. I speak in an English accent, because I am from England. Bloody.

"Dr. Teeth": And ah am Dr. Teeth. Ah like...stuff.

"Mr. Turtle": Bloody. Bloody. Oh hello. Who are you?

"Dr. Teeth": I am Dr. Teeth. Who are you?

"Mr. Turtle": I am Mr. Turtle. Who are you? (normal voice) Wait, I already asked that...(Mr. Turtle voice) What is your name? I am from England.

"Dr. Teeth": I am Dr. Teeth...(normal voice) Wait. (Dr. Teeth voice) DONATELLO!

Newsie crashes the two puppets together in a violent fight; eventually the reporter falls to the floor, still wrestling with the puppets.

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Forgeef me, Meester Newsman, but I do not seem to comprehend on vhat you are trying to say vhich I never thought I vould utter in such a place. I assumed I vas the only vun vith brains here...vith the exception of Mr. Turtle, of course...

Dr. Teeth: *stopping in front of Tony's door and looking around for more skittles* Hm? O_o *opens it, poking his head in tentatively* Can-deh?

[Winslow Leach]

RF bolts and yanks the door open, before anyone can yell "surprise!"

RF: SURPRISE, DR. TEETH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!

(sings)

Hap-hap-happy birthday!
Hap-hap-happy birthday!
Hap-hap-happy birthday
To yooooouuuuuu!

Hey hey hey it's your big day!
Hey hey hey it's your big day!
Hey hey hey it's your big day!
And I really wish I were YOU!

WHOOOOOOOO!

Newsie continues to roll around the floor, fighting with his sock puppets.

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *suddenly has a sheet draped over himself so he isn't unveiled just yet*

Ailie and her roomies: *jump out* SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Dr. Teeth: *blinks* Wow...thanks a lot, ya guys! ^_^ This totalleh rocks...I love y'all... *bends down to give RF a hug*

Zoot: *mutters something along the lines of, 'Don't you dare--'*

Ailie: *jabs Zoot with her elbow hastily and smiles at the musician brightly* We love you too, honey. <33

Spamela: *nods and starts dancing around*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie suddenly stops fighting with himself, and looks up at the sheet-draped Mr. Panda.

Newsie: A GHOST ! ! ! BLAAAAAAAARRRRRRR ! ! ! !

Newsie leaps to his feet and dashes out of the room in genuine horror.

Tony: That was...interesting...anyway, happy birthday, Dr. Teeth.

RF: Happy happy happy happy birthday! Happy birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

As RF is jumping with joy, he trips over his own feet, stumbles, and accidentally drops both of his hands into the punch bowl.

[AnimatedC9000]

Waldo: Aw, all the Skittles are gone... ;_;

Cait and the others: *wheel in the giant cake*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *grins at the only person not vulnerable to insanity right now* Aw, thanks, Toneh; yo a real grooveh fella, ya know that? *pats him on the back*

Spamela: Enough chit chat...it's time to party! *switches on the stereo and resumes shaking it*

Ailie: *dances with her*

[Winslow Leach]

RF begins slam dancing with Spamela and Ailie, his hair flopping wildly all over the place.

Mr. Turtle continues to ignore Dr. Teeth, reading a collection of Poe.

Lefty...is still straight-jacketed and muzzled in the corner.

Crazy Harry gives Dr. Teeth a lit stick of dynamite with a bow tied around it.

Tony eats some Cheetos.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *accepts Crazy Harry's present while dancing* Thanks, man! =P *tosses it aside and it lands next to Zoot who's trying to stay awake*

Zoot: O_O *it explodes in his face and he collapses onto the floor, stiffly*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Here ya go, Dr. Teeth...(hands Dr. Teeth an unwrapped, open CD) Newsie got this for you. It's an ABBA anthology. Um, he played it a few times already...he figured you'd like it, because he says "it's music, and Dr. Teeth is a musician." o_O

Mr. Turtle: Better get this bloody over with. (to Dr. Teeth) Happy birthday, see you next year on this same date...(goes back to reading)

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: O_O *trying to hide his disappointment* Oh...how--how...yeah...yo too kind, Newsie. -_- *his smile instantly returns when Mr. Turtle shuffles over with his less than warm regards but nevertheless, the musician pulls him into a tight, rib cracking hug, tossing Newsie's crappy present aside and it hits the wall shattering* Awww...Donatello...jus' sayin' that was so sweet. Ya don' hafta get meh anythang... <333

Zoot: ... *smells like barbecue*

Spamela: *still dancing*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: Don't worry, smiley, I didn't get you anything! Unff! Put me down, sir. I'm asking you nicely. Put me down before I do something we'll both regret!

RF (to Spamela) Want some punch? Huh? PUNCH? P-U-N-C-H! Punch!

Tony (hands Dr. Teeth a wrapped present) I got these for you, Dr. Teeth, hope you don't have 'em.

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *has joined in the dancing* *dances by with her present: a hand-drawn picture of him and the rest of the band*

Waldo: *gives the good doctor a bag of Skittles* Share? *puppy-dog eyes/pout*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *still snuggling Mr. Turtle* Cool, thanks Cait! Thanks, Waldo! =) *shares some of the candy with the muppet and his attention is grabbed by Tony again* Oh...um... *unwraps them while still balancing Mr. Turtle* *there's DVDs of Scarface, the 3 Rush Hours, and American Gangster* A'ight! *beams* These are so awesome! Thanks, Toneh! ^_^

[The Count]

*Leaves Conye West and Timberland CD's for Dr. Teeth, well wrapped up so they can't escape.
Happy b'day man... Let the party go on till, eh, whatever. :D :D :D

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Thank ya, Ed! =) *unwraps them, staring at the covers and cocks his head in confusion at Ailie, mouthing, WHO?*

Ailie: *bites back a smirk and explains softly* They're more modern rappers. XP

Dr. Teeth: ...oh...

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle leaps from Dr. Teeth, and slowly heads for the door...

RF: CRANK UP THE MUSIC!

Tony: Shouldn't you be in bed? It's a school night.

RF: Ah, I'm so smart, my mom lets me stay up till whenever! I can dance all night!

Crazy Harry: Lefty....cake...? !

Tony: No. He's fine.

RF continues to dance wildly.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *gives Dr. Teeth a poster of TLC while she's still grooving around*

Zoot: *trembling, hands him a new, psychedelic colored I-pod*

Dr. Teeth: H*llz yeah. *smiles and hugs them* =) Ya guys are the bes'.

[AnimatedC9000]

Lindy: *hands Dr. Teeth a year-long pass to the car wash* Just in case you wanted to fix the bus up!

Digit: *gives Dr. Teeth a gift card for $100 to be used at the local music store*

TG & Lips: *give Dr. Teeth a joint gift: a photo album covering the EM from TMS:S & V to present day. photos included capture some moments from TMS, the movies, MFC, and other various specials*

[Winslow Leach]

RF: My present is for you to come to the school named after me--Roosevelt Franklin--and give a lecture to my class on R&B vs. Classical. I booked you for next Thursday, okay?

[Winslow Leach]

While the party is going on, Crazy Harry sneaks to Lefty, and lights a stick of dynamite.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOM ! ! ! !

The room shakes, as Lefty is freed from his trap. He still wears the paper birthday hat.

He darts around the room, shaking everyone's hand, and trying to lift their wallets/purses...

Lefty (moving around from person to person, his hands quicker than the eye) How are ya...good ta see ya...lookin' good...wazzup...hey, long time no see...riiiiiiiiiight...dose new eyelashes?...what did da pumpkin say to da frog?...Tommy! How are ya, ya doity crum-bum, tink youse could keep me away from da festivities eh?

Lefty scoops a handful of cake, and stuffs it into his mouth.

Lefty: What's da occasion?

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *seems to collapse under the presents* Wow...thank ya, guys...this is all realleh--

Ailie: Wait a sec, Dr. John (Don't shoot the piano playa) Jacob Jingle Heimer Schmitt Bunifa Harifa Latifa Sharifa Jackson Teeth! There's still mine left...are you ready to see it?

Dr. Teeth: *staggers back onto his feet* Yeeeeesss. O_O

Ailie: *squees* Good! Close your eyes. *grabs hold of the sheet covering Mr. Panda*

Dr. Teeth: Closin'.

Ailie: Okies...ready? Open them! *unveils the cuddly intellectual*

Mr. Panda: *trying not to seem nervous* Guten Abend, Meester Teeth.

Ailie: This is your new pet, Mr. Panda. Isn't he cute...?

Dr. Teeth: ...

Ailie: Well, isn't he?

Dr. Teeth: ... *SCREAMS* <333

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty grabs the punch bowl with both hands and lifts it to his lips. He takes a long, neverending chug. When the bowl is almost empty, he drops it onto the table, lets out a belch, and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He stares at Mr. Panda.

Lefty: Dat's a huge gorilla!

[Erine81981]

*knocks on Bryan's door* Hello? Anyone home? I guess everyones out. Oh well. I can just leave this Birthday/Christmas card and slip it through his mail slot here. *slips it in*
"Happy Birthday Bryan!" (http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r153/Fred25/HappyBirthdayBryan.jpg)

[Skeeter Muppet]

Kim: Okay, whaddaya think? Is it straight?
Gillis: Hmm...a skosh more to the right, I'd say.
Tosh: How much is a skosh?
Mimzy: I think it's about half of a smidgen.
Boober: Didn't we go through this last year?
Kim: Yeah, but I figured it wasn't a good idea to leave last year's Christmas tree up year-round. Scotch pines don't have that kind of longevity in captivity.
Tosh: So when do we get to decorate?
Kim: Most likely tomorrow after I get home from work. Give the tree time to come down before we put all the ornaments on.

-Kim

[The Count]

Come down with what? Hopefully not Dutch elm. *Bad joke! :boo: :sleep:

[Erine81981]

Come down with what? Hopefully not Dutch elm. *Bad joke! :boo: :sleep:
Homer Honker: *opens the door after hearing the bad joke and plays his nose like a trumpet* Wamp wawawawawawawa......

[The Count]

*After reading the movie news on my computer... Hey Toooooooooonnnnnnny!

They just announced MST3K Volume 14 for release on February 3 of next year. The four movies this time are: Mad Monster, Manhunt in Space, Season 10's premiere Soultaker, and the payoff... Wait for it... Final Justice!
Hope this cheers you up buddy. :sing:

[Winslow Leach]

*After reading the movie news on my computer... Hey Toooooooooonnnnnnny!

They just announced MST3K Volume 14 for release on February 3 of next year. The four movies this time are: Mad Monster, Manhunt in Space, Season 10's premiere Soultaker, and the payoff... Wait for it... Final Justice!
Hope this cheers you up buddy. :sing:

Whoa, thanks for the heads up!:cool:

Finally, the unforgettable "Final Justice!" One can never get enough Joe Don Baker! Almost on par with "Mitchell," IMO. After that classic, I thought the gang had exhausted their "fat, incompetent, lazy, slovenly" jokes, but thankfully I was proved wrong! The guys were more than ready for their second go-around with the immortal Joe Don. I love Crow and Servo's end-credits song, unlike Mike, who gets so disgusted, he leaves the theater while the Bots are still singing their ode to Joe Don and his love of food.:D

[The Count]

Yeah... You know, maybe we shouldn't make fun of Joe Donn's girth. Nope, sorry Mike, can't do it.
Tom: Dipped in gravy.
And then Mike goes through his attempt of escaping the S.O.L., leaving a quoted message for the Bots, just like Joel.

Of course, Soultaker is and always be one of my personal favorites.
Why are they listening to Whitesnake?
Is the scene where she gets into the bath?
So heaven is just a system of pipes and boilers atop a major metropolitan hospital.
Look at what I got from the coffee machine.
That corn's disgusting.
Yeah, I usually take my corn with half-and-half.

*Off to watch some more specials on ABC Family mixed in with regular Saturday morning fare.

[Winslow Leach]

Yeah... You know, maybe we shouldn't make fun of Joe Donn's girth. Nope, sorry Mike, can't do it.
Tom: Dipped in gravy.
And then Mike goes through his attempt of escaping the S.O.L., leaving a quoted message for the Bots, just like Joel.

Of course, Soultaker is and always be one of my personal favorites.
Why are they listening to Whitesnake?
Is the scene where she gets into the bath?
So heaven is just a system of pipes and boilers atop a major metropolitan hospital.
Look at what I got from the coffee machine.
That corn's disgusting.
Yeah, I usually take my corn with half-and-half.

*Off to watch some more specials on ABC Family mixed in with regular Saturday morning fare.

LOL, yeah, Mike figures "Final Justice" is his last MST3K experiment too, a la Joel...

You mean Sooooooooooooooooooouuuuullllllltaaaaaker!

Guy: Led Zeppelin was wrong, man.
Tom: Shut up!
Guy: There is no stairway to heaven.
Tom: Zep is never wrong, man!
Mike: Is Sabbath wrong too, man?
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Crow (referring to the Soultaker): So a 7-iron knocks him cold, but a gun does nothing?
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Crow: It's just not death with dignity if there's an Estevez in the room.
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Tom: It's an Amish band!
Mike: Our hand-hewn wood CDs are available at the gate.
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Tom (as Soultaker gets off a bus): Bustaker!

Plus, the appearances of Joel and Frank! Frank refers to the Observer as a "Hostess Snowball."

[The Count]

Yep... Don't forget, there's a rousing game of ring-toss with Professor Bobo's soul scheduled for later out on the snow. BTW: Did you watch this week's episode of Batman: The Brave & the Bold? If you did, then you'll know they stole from our #1 MST holiday classic and the Tick's Christmas capers.

*Sips hot chocolate with some meds... You know, with so many Christmas specials, I'd like to once again Babes in Toyland. And that's the true version, the one with Tommy Kirk and Annette Funnicello.

[Katzi428]

listening to Sesame Street's 12 Days of Christmas where Prairie wants 3 footballs
Hey Prairie?
Yes,Kathy?watching her start to cringe when the part about the footballs comes up.
I have a different one for you than the footballs.
Prairie:OK...let's hear it.
:sing: On the third day of Christmas your true love sent to you,three piano songbooks...:sing:
Prairie:Hey...I like that! Let's see if I can think of one for you.Ummmm...Oh I know!playing piano and singing "On the first day of Christmas,your true love sent to you a ticket to go on a cruise with him. Heehee!
laughing I like that!Now if I had a true love to give that to me.
Prairie: sigh OK...OK."On the first day of Christmas, your roomies gave to you,a ticket to go on a cruise with them. Better,Miss Picky?
laughing Yes...I like that!

[The Count]

You know... Might have to shoot Steve a message. Sure looking forward to tomorrow night's MuppetCast... It'll focus on Christmas Eve, the special.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: (singing, while sorting some epics) Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...
Beige: Which is a blatant violation of ten different fire and safety codes.
Storyteller: (singing) Jack Frost nipping at your nose...
Beige: A telltale sign that hypothermia is about to set in.
Storyteller: Beige, will you stop that!
Beige: Storyteller, do you realize how many popular carols have really sinister overtones behind them?
Scooter: (checking lights on tree) Yeah, there's an old joke that "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" is really about the CIA.
Erin: (taking batch of ginger snaps out of oven) And let's not get started on the "Coventry Carol."
Nora: (selecting some music to put in the stereo) Coventry's got quite a reputation. First Lady Godiva, then "Coventry Carol," then the phrase "Send him to Coventry."

[Erine81981]

*humming the song "Carol of the Bells"*

Wolfgang: Arf. *smiles*

*takes off headphones* Sorry. I was listening to my mp3 player. What are you doing?

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf arrrrghhhh!

You wanna sing too?

Wolfgang: *claps flippers together*

I don't see why not. How about we start with a simple song. Are you ready?

Wolfgang: *salutes* Arf!

Ok. *starts one of the christmas cds*

Music starts

Ok. Here we go. This is song is Deckl the Halls. Sing after me.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fala la la la la la la.....

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf arf arf arf arf arf la la la la la.....

Good job. That's right. Now the second vurse.

Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la....

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf arf arf, arf la la la la la.....

Your getting it Wolfgang. Come on. Let's sing it together.

Me and Wolfgang: Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Me: See the blazing Yule before us,
Wolfgang: arf la la la la la la la....
Me: Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf arf arf arf, (Follow me in merry measure)
Me: Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Me and Wolfgang: While I tell of Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,

Me and Wolfgang: Fa la la la la, la la la la .......

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (from his closet) Crumbs! Crumbs! So many crumbs, I tell ya!

RF (pokes head in) Who are you callin' names?

Lefty: Huh? I was just sayin' my hammock is full a crumbs! See? (holds up walnut shell) Dere's a bunch a dese all over da place!

RF: Shells.

Lefty: Huh?

RF: You mean shells. Not crumbs. Those look like walnut shells.

Lefty: Why doncha go out an' play in traffic, kid?

RF: Ha! You can't get rid of me that easily, Chuckles!

Lefty: I'm warnin' ya, kid, I'm not in da mood ta--

RF: I can see you're not in the mood. Looks like you took all your anger out on those walnuts.

Lefty: Why youse--

Lefty attempts to get up, but lands on the floor with a THUD!

RF whisks out.

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: *sings* Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening, a beautiful site, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland.
Red: You're chipper today, it's cold outside, why are you happy about that?
Beth: I'm not happy about the cold, but look how pretty the snow is
Red: It is pretty, I just wish it wasn't so cold so we could go out and play
Beth; I understand, it might get warmer later though
Red: I suppose you're right *sits at the window while her tail wags almost like a puppy's as she eagerly waits for it to get a little warmer.*

[The Count]

*Arriving back from an appointment with my ophtalmologist and lunch at the R&R Deli... Hey Red, if you need excitement, you should read RedPiggy's Elder Clan fiction. That series of little adventures might suit you. Especially the end epilogue...
*Doing a bit of decorating at our cryptic candled branches with the boys. Put the pentagram over here...
Count: Mmm, I think the fang-toothed batty would be best higher up.
UD: Don't forget the one with the skull and it's twin in the grinning jack o'lantern.

As we continue, more ornaments festoon the holly leaves, along with a couple of candy canes and some intermittent lights.

BTW: For anyone who wants to, you can put your own ornaments on the dorms Christmas tree in the common room. Would've liked to make into an event with all of us there, but I know we each have different schedules and can't be here at the same times sometimes. So if you have a chance, and want to do so, hang a little something of your own or from your roomies. There's room enough for us all.
*Starts humming Our World/Brothers medley.

[WhiteRabbit]

Room 17 is acting out the winter talent show scene from Mean Girls...

Mr. Panda: *cocking his head at the others and speaking into a plastic microphone* Er...out virst act calls himselv a star on the rrrrise? Let's hear eet forrr Damien! O_o

All: *cheering*

Zoot: *dramatically* ...don't look at me. *starts singing* Everyday...is so wonderful...then suddenly...I saw debris...

Some time later...

Zoot: I am beautiful...in every single way-- *gets pelted in the chest with one of Dr. Teeth's boots* Yes, words can't bring me down--

Dr. Teeth: *snickering with Ailie and Spamela*

Zoot: >_> *chucks the shoe back at them* Don't you bring me down today!

Mr. Panda: ... *facepaw*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty pops up from behind a chair, clutching a small, hand-held tape recorder...

Lefty: Heh heh! I-Tunes 'ere I come! I tink dis is gonna be what dey call an exclusive! Riiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty dashes for the door; just as he is about to open it, the door flings open, and slams him in the face. RF bursts into room.

RF: I HEAR SOMEONE SINGING! I WANT TO SING TOO!

HEY EVERYBODY COME ON AN' SING,
ROOSEVELT FRANKLIN'S IN TOWN,
HE WANTS YOU TO DO YOUR THING!
COME ON!

Lefty: @_@

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: O_O *gasps in disbelief* No way! Give me that back, Lefty! *chases after him and falls on top of the salesman*

Spamela: *starts cracking up again*

Ailie: *dancing around to RF's funk*

Dr. Teeth: *sniff* That's mah boy.... <33

Mr. Panda: ...vunce again I haff no idea vhat is goeng on...

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty comes to, and holds the tape to his chest.

Lefty: NO! MINE! Dis is gonna be an I-Tunes exclusive!

RF: NOW ROCK OUT!

RF does a wild twist, his hair flopping all over the place, his body loose and limp as a ragdoll.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *trying to yank the tape out of Lefty's grip* Come on, loser! Give it back! >_> *jabs him in the nose with his elbow*

Dr. Teeth: <33 ... *goes off to steal--um, get RF a present*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty gives Zoot a double eye-poke; unfortunately the salesman is so stupid, he doesn't realize Zoot is wearing shades. Lefty ends up hurting his poor widdle fingers.

Lefty: OW!

Newsie appears.

Newsie: Um, can you people keep it down in here? Some of us are trying to work! (looks directly at Dr. Teeth) Got me? I don't want to hear any more of your mumbo-jumbo! No more rock and or roll!

Newsie turns and heads for the door...

[The Count]

Newsie: Um, can you people keep it down in here? Some of us are [I]trying to work! (looks directly at Dr. Teeth) Got me? I don't want to hear any more of your mumbo-jumbo! No more rock and or roll!

Newsie turns and heads for the door...


Us: Mumbo jumbo.
Rock anda rolla.

*All laugh as Newsie throws away his typed out newscopies in anger.
*Switches the commercial sign as we head on over to watch some wrestling.

[Erine81981]

*comes running into the room* Hey guys! I'm back from christmas shopping. And you won't believe what i found at Best Buy?

Herry: What?

Frazzle: Rghawat? (What?)

The Mystery Science Theater 3000 10.2 set. It has four episodes and some really neat extras.

Herry: That's great! When can we start watching them?

Here in a few. I'm going to take a nice hot bath and then we can start.

Herry: I'll get some snakes ready.

Frazzle: Worjggjg gjgee geer irgugg ggweoieeeggg. (And i'll get the sodas all on ice.)

[Winslow Leach]

Us: Mumbo jumbo.
Rock anda rolla.

*All laugh as Newsie throws away his typed out newscopies in anger.


Newsie: Don't any of you ever ask me for a favor again!

Lefty comes up behind Newsie, and pats him on the back.

Lefty: Dere, dere...

Newsie: Where? Where?

Lefty: Uh...look. I know what it feels like ta not be appreciated. But youse gotta just make lemons outta lemonade, ya know what I'm sayin'? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie (sniffs) Thank you, Lefty. You're right. I guess I overreacted a bit. But I still don't "dig" the noise.

Lefty: Don't worry, I'll tell 'em ta keep it down...youse just go back to da room, an' woik on yer news ting.

Newsie: Right! You're a true pal, Lefty! A true pal! (Newsie sticks out his hand for Lefty to shake)

Lefty (staring at Newsie's outstretched hand) Er...I'll catch ya next time...take a raincheck...

Newsie turns, confused, and heads out the door. On his back, stuck by Lefty, is a KICK ME sign.

Lefty: Now, Roosevelt Franklin, if youse please...

RF immediately begins bopping frantically to wild music.

RF: COME ON, COME ON, COME ON! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! COME ON EVERYBODY! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! WAAAAAAH!

[WhiteRabbit]

Newsie: Don't any of you ever ask me for a favor again!

Lefty comes up behind Newsie, and pats him on the back.

Lefty: Dere, dere...

Newsie: Where? Where?

Lefty: Uh...look. I know what it feels like ta not be appreciated. But youse gotta just make lemons outta lemonade, ya know what I'm sayin'? Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie (sniffs) Thank you, Lefty. You're right. I guess I overreacted a bit. But I still don't "dig" the noise.

Lefty: Don't worry, I'll tell 'em ta keep it down...youse just go back to da room, an' woik on yer news ting.

Newsie: Right! You're a true pal, Lefty! A true pal! (Newsie sticks out his hand for Lefty to shake)

Lefty (staring at Newsie's outstretched hand) Er...I'll catch ya next time...take a raincheck...

Newsie turns, confused, and heads out the door. On his back, stuck by Lefty, is a KICK ME sign.

Lefty: Now, Roosevelt Franklin, if youse please...

RF immediately begins bopping frantically to wild music.

RF: COME ON, COME ON, COME ON! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! COME ON EVERYBODY! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! WAAAAAAH!

Dr. Teeth: *appearing from somewhere else* O_o Yeah...dig this... *hits Newsie upside the head with a shovel*

Mr. Panda: ... *sighs* Cute.

Ailie: *squee* ...I love you. ^_^

Mr. Panda: O_o Vhat?

Ailie: ...um, well...you're cool too... =P *pets his fuzzy head*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: 'Ey Tommy...I gotta pick up some carrots fer Benny's bunny.

Tony: ...and...?

Lefty: I need some money.

Tony: Lefty, your room is full of nickels.

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHH! Dese walls have ears! Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Tony: I'm not lending you any more money.

Lefty: Why not?

Tony: You never pay me back, for starters.

Lefty: Well...

Tony: And last time I lent you money to buy Benny a "birthday present," you used it to buy yourself one of those punching bags with a clown face on it.

Lefty: I need muscle, kid. Dis business I'm in ain't fer wimps like youse.

Tony: I haven't even seen that punching bag since you dragged it in.

Lefty: Yeah, Crazy Harry blew it up before I could use it!

Tony: Sorry. No more.

Lefty: But...but tink of da little bunny rabbit...he'll starve witout da carrots...

Tony: Not my problem.

Lefty: If I go back an' see Benny empty-handed, he's gonna send some 'a his goons after me! Goons, Tommy!

Tony: Tough.

Lefty: I'll remember dis. Don't tink I won't!

Newsie enters.

Newsie: Hey fellas.

Lefty: Gimme some money.

Newsie: Sure thing. (Newsie takes out his wallet, and hands Lefty some bills) Enough?

Lefty: Ehhhh...a little more...

Newsie: No problem. (Newsie hands Lefty the rest of his cash) There you go. Spend it wisely.

Lefty: Shaddap.

Lefty exits.

Tony: Why'd you do that?

Newsie: Eh, I figured he'd try stealing it anyway, Tommy. And if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a crook! So I gave him the money up front. That's using the old noodle.

Tony: Uh...nevermind...(turns on the TV)

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is having cocoa, and watching A Charlie Brown Christmas - and reciting some of the lines.)

Storyteller: Get some hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some iodine!
Everyone else: Blaaah...
Nora: 43 years and they still can't get that play together.
Scooter: And what I want to know is, does Schroeder's piano have a MIDI hookup?
Erin: Yeah, it's got an organ setting, grand piano setting, toy piano setting, you name it.
Beige: You know, my cousins used to have a pink aluminum Christmas tree. Had to get rid of it, see, because my cousin worked with magnets, and...
Storyteller: All right, Beige...quiet, now, Linus is getting ready for his big moment.

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ZOMG! It's a snow day and tonight's the new xmas movie!

Zoot: ...huh?

Ailie: Could this day get any better?

Zoot: Fyeh?

Ailie: ...celebrate with me or I'll yank out the remainder of your hair. =P

Zoot: O_O *shudder* *reluctantly starts dancing*

[Erine81981]

*puts some more presents under the tree* There. *cleans off hands* Done with everyone's presets. *whew*

Homer Honker: Honk honk!

Hey Homer. What's happen'in?

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honkty.

I see. Have you got your shopping done yet?

Homer Honker: Honk.

Well you better get busy. It's almost christmas eve.

Homer Honker: Honk?

Yes!

Homer Honker: *runs out of the room honking his nose*

I don't know whatever it is with honkers but they love to honk that nose of theirs. *nods head and walks off to my room*

[The Count]

Don't forget... Viewing party in the common room for Letters To Santa tonight!

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: Oh, very nice...but that web joke? "We just got our first hit?"
Scooter: Okay, fine, it was a groaner. But someone had to make that joke, and I drew the short straw. (slurps cocoa)
Nora: I liked Gonzo's song toward the end...it's just like "The Wishing Song."
Beige: But Officer Frank Meany...now there's a security guy.
Erin: Bite your tongue. (sips cocoa) The rats at the post office remind me of the scene in the kitchen at Pete's...remember that?

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty opens the door. He is dressed in a colorful, one-piece clown jump-suit; he has a large red nose, a red and green fright wig, and large slap-shoes.

Lefty: Good evenin' folks! It's yer Uncle Bobo! C'mere an' gimme a hug!

RF screams in fright; he grabs one of Crazy Harry's bombs, lights it, and hurls it at Lefty. Before Lefty could react--

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ! ! ! !

When the smoke clears, all that's left is one burning, pathetic-looking slap-shoe...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *poking his head into the room* Hey Mr. Turtle...wanna hear this great yo momma jo-- *gasps at the charred remains of Lefty and RF looking apprehensive* O_O Oh, mah baby... *grabs RF, clinging to and huggling him tightly* Aw, chil', that grease monkeh Lefteh didn' hurt ya, did he?

Mr. Panda: ...vell, that...vas...quite rrrandom.

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *poking his head into the room* Hey Mr. Turtle...wanna hear this great yo momma jo-- *gasps at the charred remains of Lefty and RF looking apprehensive* O_O Oh, mah baby... *grabs RF, clinging to and huggling him tightly* Aw, chil', that grease monkeh Lefteh didn' hurt ya, did he?

Mr. Panda: ...vell, that...vas...quite rrrandom.

RF (sniffles and wipes his nose on his shirt) It's....okay...nah, he didn't hurt me...but I took care of him, didn't I? Now he won't bother us anymore!

Mr. Turtle (wearing his thick glasses, doing a crossword puzzle; snorts) That's what you think...

Newsie (to Mr. Panda) Hello, Klaus!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *musses RF's hair* C'mon, mah darlin' son, I'mma take ya out fo' some ice cream. =) *huggles him again*

Mr. Panda: Erm...John, isn't it past hees bedtime? *shoves Newsie out a window* Ah...Meester Turtle, a pleasure to see you again...

Dr. Teeth: What are ya, furball? His mothah? =P *carries RF back to his room*

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *musses RF's hair* C'mon, mah darlin' son, I'mma take ya out fo' some ice cream. =) *huggles him again*

Mr. Panda: Erm...John, isn't it past hees bedtime? *shoves Newsie out a window* Ah...Meester Turtle, a pleasure to see you again...


Mr. Turtle: Good evening, sir. Do you think it's wise to let Uncle Ernie over there take Roosevelt Franklin out at this hour? The boy needs his sleep. He does have classes tomorrow.

Lefty continues to fester and boil...

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Vith all due respect, at zis point...I dan't really ca--

Zoot: You've only been here like what? Two days? =P

Mr. Panda: I vasn't talkeng to you, idiot... -_-

Zoot: ...;_; *hisses* >_> Hm...I've always wanted a new coat...

Mr. Panda: Vhat vas that?

Zoot: Nothiiiiing.

[redBoobergurl]

Beth *sigh*
Red: What's wrong?
Beth: I missed the new Muppet special last night because I had to go to choir
Mokey: Oh that's right
Wanda: Well we've got a surprise for you
Beth: What's that?
Abby: We taped it for you!
Beth: You did?
Red: Yep and we didn't even watch it yet
Wanda: We can watch it all together tonight
Abby: And skip the commercials!
Beth: You guys are the best, that's awesome!

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie knocks on Ailie's door...

Newsie: Hans? I mean...Klaus? Fredrich? Big cuddly panda? I need to speak with you.

Lefty pops up from nowhere, startling Newsie.

Lefty: What are ya doin'?

Newsie: Go away, Lefty, this is private business.

Lefty: Okay. What are ya doin'?

Newsie: I said--

Lefty: I hoid ya, but I ain't goin' nowhere.

Newsie frantically knocks...

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *pokes his head out in annoyance* Vhat ees eet? Vhat do you vant, Meester Newsmensch and er...other person?

Dr. Teeth: *joining the black and white mammal and clinging to him protectively* Don' touch. He's mah cuddleh bear... >_>

Mr. Panda: Now, Dr. Johnny, dan't do anytheng rash...

Dr. Teeth: Wha--?

Zoot: *still staring at Mr. Panda* ... *would like some fur boots sometime too*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Yes. Er...Fritz, I understand you're a psychiatrist.

Lefty: A psychiatrist?

Newsie: Quiet! And...I was wondering...if I could talk to you for a bit...is that okay with you, Sigmund? Or do you have another patient? Yeah, you probably have another patient, that's okay. I'll make an appointment some other time...(starts to go)

[AnimatedC9000]

TG: Will ya give it a rest?

Cait: *watching LtS online* Why?

TG: 'Cuz most of us lost our hearing during ther first veiwing... X_X

Waldo: Aww, I thought the special was neat!

Lindy: It was fun!

Lips: *nods*

TG: ... admist all the screaming, it was cute... however... *looks at Cait* "I hate it when they cut to commercial right when it's getting suspenseful"?

Digit: Are you sure it wasn't me who said that?

TG: Yes, Digit.

Digit: ... really?

TG: Yes.

Cait: ... you sure it wasn't BOTH of us? *waggles eyebrows*

TG: *facepalm*

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Vell, I suppose I could spare a vew minutes... *nudges the musician and throws a tennis ball back into the room* Vetch, junge!

Dr. Teeth: O_O *sprints off to get it*

Mr. Panda: *leads Newsie over to a therapist's couch in the living room and pulls a clipboard out of nowhere with his mouth*

[The Count]

*Downstairs... *Sipping hot chocolate.
UD: You mean we'll finally get to hear the master this year?
Me, equally ghoulishly giddy: Yes, it's a classic... And for once in English!
Count: Ah, the Christmas classics are alvays the best.

*All sit down to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas on ABC Family, snuggled into the comfortable creepy couch in the center of our room, perfect for when we have a special viewing party.

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie stretches out on couch.

Newsie: Where should I start?

Lefty: How 'bout when youse was born?

Newsie: Must you be here?

Lefty: Yep. (to Mr. Panda) Dis guy's nuttier dan Mr. Peanut. Riiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: Gaaah!

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *scribbling his patient's name on the clipboard, the pen clenched in his jaw* *to Lefty* Vell...I suppose you dan't know anytheng else about heem that he can't explain heemselv? *gazes at him, inquiringly*

Dr. Teeth: *still looking for the ball*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (to Mr. Panda, confused) What? Speak-a-da-English? I don't talk Belgenese, or whatever yer language is...

Newsie: You see, Wilhelm, I feel like the whole world is wearing black shoes, and I'm the only one in brown. You know what I mean? I'm the butt of everyone's jokes. And my broadcasts always end up with something awful happening to me. I bet Tom Brokaw never had a giraffe fall on top of him. Do you think so? Do you think Tom Brokaw ever had a giraffe fall on top of him? I seriously doubt it.

Lefty: Heh heh...look at da panda wit da little pen! He tinks he's human!

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: I don't know why she wants me to do this, but... *sighs*

Digit: Since when has my journey of finding the true meaning of Christmas become an issue?

Cait: I'm guessing when you sang "What's This"? =/ *knocks on the door to the "therapy office"*

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: A-HEM! *boots Lefty into another corner of the room*

Dr. Teeth: ... *bites Lefty's ankle and resumes his search*

Mr. Panda: Zat's better...now vhat vere you saying, herr? *listens, jotting down a few notes* Oh rrright...er...vell, I've come to zee conclusion zat you have, eh, exceptionally low selv esteem and you should probably associate yourselv vith zose who are more inferior to you...but zen again, it's kind of a hopeless situation with you... *hears the knocking* Johnny, junge, will you answer zat bitte?

Dr. Teeth: *nods and scrambles over to the door*

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: Hi, guys. We were wondering if you could help Digit out a little...

Digit: I seem to have a problem and I heard that somebody here could help me out.

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *obliviously* Um... O_o

Mr. Panda: *with a smidge of annoyance* Ah...chust take a seat, Digit. I'll be done vith zis session zoon...I hope...

Dr. Teeth: *stroking Mr. Panda's head while he's trying to write* Fluffeh... <3

Mr. Panda: *sighs*

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: *nods* *sits down in a chair*

Cait: *sits in the chair beside him* *sighs*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Yes, that's it, Hans, exactly! I have low self-esteem. But I can't help it. The world is out to get me! I--oh...does that mean I have paranoia, too? I don't want to diagnose myself...you're the shrink...I mean doctor...even my own roomies insult me! Well...most of them. Tommy's okay. But I always end up blown up, thrown out windows, shot out of cannons, lose my money...ahhh...I'm such a mess!

Lefty (from corner of the room) Plus you have horrible B.O.! Tell 'im about yer awful B.O.!

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *skeptically* Zo I've observed. Vell, do you believe zat you could change zat? Perhaps improve your social skeels? *cough* Take your time now... =/

Dr. Teeth: *cracking up* It's true...and he takes blow up dolls ta the movehs 'cause he can't getta rull date!

Mr. Panda: ...qviet... -_-

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: Well, Mr. Teeth is sort of correct in the department of...women. I have rather awkward social skills, you see, and well, I've never been on a date with a woman. They kind of scare me to tell you the truth. I don't know why, really. I mean, I get along with Mother wonderfully. But anyone else...I wish I could just crawl into a sewer or something, and hide from them. They intimidate me. (sighs)

Lefty (still in corner) Nice one, Slick! Do ya still wear one-piece jammies ta bed too? Mommy tuck you in, give ya a nice cold glass of milkie before beddy-bye?

Newsie: Shut up, you! It's warm milk, for your information! Warm milk helps me sleep better!

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: ...go on, herr. *murmurs something and scribbles down more notes* *tosses Dr. Teeth a plastic bone to keep himself occupied while he's still having a session* Zis is so useless...

Dr. Teeth: *gnaws on it, striding back to his corner*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie: I know how to dance, though, don't get me wrong. I know the Madison...the Lindy Hop...the Fox Trot...the Alley Cat...you know, all the dances the kids do today. I'm "hip" as they say. So I really don't know why I'm such a victim of society! I get nothing but grief from the moment I wake up until I go to bed...even my sleep is interrupted sometimes, with that...that...sneak thief over there going through my pockets.

Lefty: Feh! I wouldn't even touch yer pockets!

Flashback: NOT TOO LONG AGO -- NIGHT

Lefty, wearing a huge gas mask over his head, and holding a long, clawlike thingy that extends ten feet, grips Newsie's pants folded over a chair, and lifts his wallet. He reels in the clawlike thingy with the wallet, and carefully picks it up. He wears ultra-thick rubber gloves when handling Newsie's wallet. He carefully lifts the money out, desperately trying not to touch the wallet, in spite of the gloves...

End of Flashback...

Lefty: What do youse take me fer? Crum-bum!

[BEAR]

*knocks on Bryan's door* Hello? Anyone home? I guess everyones out. Oh well. I can just leave this Birthday/Christmas card and slip it through his mail slot here. *slips it in*
"Happy Birthday Bryan!" (http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r153/Fred25/HappyBirthdayBryan.jpg)

What an awesome card, Kyle! Thank you sooo much! You're a great friend!:insatiable::wisdom::super:

[BEAR]

*Downstairs... *Sipping hot chocolate.
UD: You mean we'll finally get to hear the master this year?
Me, equally ghoulishly giddy: Yes, it's a classic... And for once in English!
Count: Ah, the Christmas classics are alvays the best.

*All sit down to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas on ABC Family, snuggled into the comfortable creepy couch in the center of our room, perfect for when we have a special viewing party.

Oscar: Hey, I heard you were watching one of my favorite movies! Move over, will ya! (sits down next to Ed)

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: *notices Lefty* Excuse me, sir? I have a problem that I can't quite figure out... Perhaps YOU can help me with it?

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: ...ew.

Mr. Panda: *sets the clipboard down with his mouth* ...Er...vould you look at zee time? Vell, it vas interesteng talkeng to you, herr. Zat'll be $15,000.

[Winslow Leach]

Digit: *notices Lefty* Excuse me, sir? I have a problem that I can't quite figure out... Perhaps YOU can help me with it?

Lefty: Heh, I'd say youse have a problem, Frankenstein! What happened? Blow a fuse? Heh heh. Okay, I'll lissen ta ya...but it'll cost youse a nickel! Riiiiiiiiiiiiight!

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: ... *looks at Caitlyn*

Cait: ... *sighs* *tosses Digit a nickel to give to Lefty*

Digit: *gives the nickel to Lefty after picking it up off of the ground*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty bites the nickel to make sure it's okay; he pockets it.

Lefty: Okay, C-3PO, whatcha wanna know? How does da grass grow? What makes a boid fly? How does a fishie swim in da sea? 'Cause if ya wanna know da answer ta dose questions, I'm sorry, I can't help ya. I don't know da answers neither!

Newsie (to Mr. Panda) $15,000? Why you overstuffed build-a-bear, this is an outrage! I shall pay you nothing, because your services were useless to me! I still have the same problems! Gaaah! (heads for the door)

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Vell, I never... O_O *turns to Dr. Teeth* Sic him!

Dr. Teeth: *leers and chases after Newsie*

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: Actually, it's the Christmas season that's been bothering me. There's some meaning to it; I jsut haven't found it yet. It's been driving me insane... think you can help with it?

[Winslow Leach]

Digit: Actually, it's the Christmas season that's been bothering me. There's some meaning to it; I jsut haven't found it yet. It's been driving me insane... think you can help with it?

Lefty: Christmas, huh? Okay. Dat's easy. Christmas is a time when people from all over da woild celebrate...a holiday known as Christmas. Ya follow me so far? On Christmas Eve, dis jolly fat guy called Santy Claus goes from house ta house. He squeezes down da chimney wit a sack of toys, an' leaves 'em fer da boys an' goils what been good da past year. But youse gotta pay dis Santy guy off wit milk an' cookies, er he'll leave a lump a coal in yer stockin'. Riiiiiiiiiight! So be sure ta leave him cookies an' milk.

Lefty suddenly stops speaking and sits motionless; a card slowly drops from his hand. It reads: FER MORE INSERT ANOTHER NICKEL...RIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: ... sir?

Caitlyn: *fishes out another nickel* I hate slot machines... *inserts another nickel*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (takes nickel) Okay. Tanksgivin'...oh...Christmas. Yes. It's a time when people give ta odders. Dere's dis sayin: it's better ta give den to receive...hmm...I'll hafta look inta dat one...but dat's what dey say anyway. People act nicer ta each odder around da season. Ya see?

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: I'm trying to grasp it. You say it's better to give than to recieve? And Santa delivers the presents? ... then who sends the presents to Santa?

[Winslow Leach]

Digit: I'm trying to grasp it. You say it's better to give than to recieve? And Santa delivers the presents? ... then who sends the presents to Santa?

Lefty: Yeah...dey say it's better ta give dan ta receive. And Santy has dese little fellas called elves. Da elves are Santy's helpers. Dey make da toys, while Santy...does odder stuff...like drink hot cocoa. Da elves know how ta make everytin'. On accounta dey have magic powers an' such.

Newsie: X_X

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: ... where do they get the magic powers? Are they born with them?

Cait: O_O

[Winslow Leach]

Digit: ... where do they get the magic powers? Are they born with them?

Cait: O_O

Lefty (squirming, trying to come up with an answer) Da elves are descended from da ancient elves what grew up wit Santy Claus. Yeah, da magic powers was born inta dem...dey can make a toy faster dan youse can say "Jack Sprat"...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Well...dat's Christmas. I hope I helped youse...I gotta bring dis back to da room before Tommy comes pokin' around, askin' questions...see ya later, R2!

Lefty picks up one of Newsie's arms, and drags him out of the room.

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: But how-- ... oh, rats...

Cait: ... that was helpful... *sighs* Come on, Digit. *drags him back to room 15*

[The Count]

Hey Oscar... Sure, it's the Jim Carey movie version though. *Sigh. We'll just have to wait and see if Cartoon Network airs it in English this year. :(

[The Count]

*Awaits to have an answer from Aunt Ru, as I believe I heard her shifting about in her room upstairs. Count and Uncle D mill about stealthily, hoping that maybe Aunt Ru will alleviate Ed's anx for a new chapter to KG before his b'day on Saturday.

[BEAR]

(After watching the Grinch movie with Ed...)
Oscar: He helps carve the roast beast? What kind of ending is that? That's not the way it's supposed to end! Hollywood! (walks out the door and slams it)

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *making brownies and there's already a mountain of them on the counter * *has insomnia and needs to do something to keep busy but the sun's not even up so she can't tan* O_O

Ailie: *while shoving her binder into her backpack halfheartedly* Ooh... *grabby*

Spamela: *shakes her head* Not yet! You'll burn your tongue off! X_X

Ailie: But-- ;_;

Spamela: Nu. *waving an oven mitt over the sheet of them*

Ailie: =P See ya... *swipes one anyway and runs off to school*

Spamela: ... *doesn't seem to notice* *goes around with several plates of the brownies and sets them in front of the other dorms, including Cait's, Tony's, Ryan's, Lisa's, Ed's, Beth's, Bryan's, and Kyle's with little notes set on top* *sighs and shuffles back to her room, trying to get some sleep*

[The Count]

*Uncle D, returning from a round of skulking about, spies the plate and brings it inwards with him to share with the fellows. His clawed hand scribbles a thank-you note for Spamela, then leaves it tied with a candy cane and Christmas holly tacked onto the door of Room #17 before leaving back to the comfort of the shadowy sofa in his own room downstairs.

[Erine81981]

What an awesome card, Kyle! Thank you sooo much! You're a great friend! :insatiable::wisdom::super:
Welcome Bryan. Glad you liked it. *hangs up the phone* *calls out to his gang of friends* HEY GUUUYSSSS!

Herry: What is it Kyle?

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf?

No. I'm fine.

Frazzle: Wrghgggh ddeoruggg rirrrg?

I thought we could all go out to do our last christmas shopping tonight.

Herry: But what about seeing each of our gifts?

I have took care of that. We all head to the mall. Other then going to Walmart lets go to the mall. That way we won't bump into each other as much.

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk?

I also took care of that too. Here you all go. I have made each of you a key to the car. That way we can all take out gifts out to the car without seeing each of our pesents.

Frazzle: Wrgggg herei ggheree rigghy?

I guess i didn't get that far. *scratches head* We'll think of something. But right now. I'm going to take a rest till then. *heads into my room*

Wolfgang: Arf arf arf arghhhffff!

Herry: Don't worry Wolfgang. We'll figure out something. I'm going to take me a little nap as well. *goes and turns on the tv in the living room and watches some christmas cartoons*

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk. *yawns*

Frazzle: Hmmmmmm wirhggg iterehggg! *goes off to the library*

Wolfgang: *flops over to his bed and wait till tonight*

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *finds the candy cane a while later and smiles vaguely* You're welcome, guys...I hope the other dorms peeps got their goodies too... *strides off to tan in the common room*

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela:*goes around with several plates of the brownies and sets them in front of the other dorms, including Tony's

Lefty opens the door, sniffs and looks around; he looks down, and sees plate of brownies.

Lefty: Ooh! Brownies!

Lefty picks up the plate; as he turns to go back in, he bumps into Tony.

Tony: Yoink!

Tony grabs the plate from Lefty. He passes the brownies out to RF, Newsie, Crazy Harry and Mr. Turtle. He takes the last one for himself, and hands the empty plate back to Lefty.

Tony: Bring this plate back to Spamela and Ailie. (Tony writes a quick thank you letter and puts it on the plate) Give 'em this, too. Scoot!

Lefty: CENSORED

Everyone stares in shock at Lefty.

Mr. Turtle: Cor blimey!

Newsie: Was that even a real word?

RF is about to enthusically repeat Lefty's outburst, but Tony quickly puts his hand over his mouth.

Tony: NO!

Tony picks Lefty up by the collar of his coat, walks to the door, opens it, and drops him into the hallway. He shuts the door behind him.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *still sunbathing under the lamps in the common* *hums absentmindedly and rubs a little more lotion on her snout*

Zoot: *sauntering into the room with her and cocking his head* *looks out the window at the snow falling and then back at her* O_o Why are you--?

Spamela: ...hm?

Zoot: ...forget it. =P

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty drops the plate in front of Ailie's door; it shatters.

Lefty: O_O

Lefty runs into the common room, and frantically pulls the cushions off a couch. He lays down, and throws the cushions over his body, hoping to remain unseen.

[Erine81981]

Me and the Monsters, Honker and seal all get back from shopping and are all glad to know it worked out in the end.

Frazzle: Wrihgg gjeireoifjg gggerig great. *carrying a load of bags* (That was a mad house.)

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honk. *carrying some bags of food* (You can say that again.)

This i think outta do it for now. I know i'm done with all my shopping. *puts some bags on the counter*

Herry: *carrying Wolfgang* There you go Wolfgang.

Wolfgang: Arf! *licks Herry*

Herry: Thanks...i think. I'm going to go to the common room and do some wrapping.

Alright Herry. I'll do the rest of mine in my room.

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honkty. (I'll do mine in my room too.)

Ok Homer. What about you Frazzle?

Frazzle: Wrohgg rrr ggieregg ggepor. (I'll have Herry help me.)

Ok. *grabs all the gifts that are mine and heads into my room with Wolfgang fallowing me*

Herry and Frazzle grab all theirs and head over to the common rooma and Homer heads into his room.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *bumps into Lefty* O_o *takes one of the pillows and covers him back up with the rest*

Zoot: ...hey, don't hoard them all, Lef-teee... =P *steals the rest of the pillows, leaving him with some remaining lint*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm hidin' from da pig what made da--oh hey...it's you! Heh heh. Youse wouldn't happen ta have any leftover brownies, wouldya? My crum-bum roomies ate 'em all on me! And I would sure appreciate 'em, unlike some people around here...buncha ingrates I tell ya! My roommates are nuttin' but pigs! No offense. Oh...and, uh...dat broken plate? Da Newsman did dat...da sugar in da brownies got to 'im, and he trew da plate against da door. Riiiiiiiiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: Um...thank you? I'm glad...because usually my cooking isn't fabulous but I think I did all right with these. It's okay about the broken plate too; Ailie drops them all the time. *sighs* I know...I'm a little disappointed because I thought the treats came out fine. Uncle Deadly and his crew were the only ones who said thank you so far and I gave them to everybody. So much for that... *wipes away dainty tear* ... *produces an M&M-filled brownie out of nowhere and hands it to Lefty* Here you are.

Zoot: Poor Spammy. =(

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: Um...thank you? I'm glad...because usually my cooking isn't fabulous but I think I did all right with these. It's okay about the broken plate too; Ailie drops them all the time. *sighs* I know...I'm a little disappointed because I thought the treats came out fine. Uncle Deadly and his crew were the only ones who said thank you so far and I gave them to everybody. So much for that... *wipes away dainty tear* ... *produces an M&M-filled brownie out of nowhere and hands it to Lefty* Here you are.

Zoot: Poor Spammy. =(

Lefty (grabs brownie and stuffs it in his mouth) Yeah, like I was sayin', my roommates are a bunch of ungrateful joiks! Dey just took da brownies...dey didn't even know where dey came from, ya know? But I tink Tommy wrote youse a letter er sometin'...it was on da plate dat I--I mean Newsie--broke...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! (Lefty belches; to Zoot) Ebeneezer, go get me some milk, willya?

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *a few more tears glide down her face and she breaks into soft weeps* Maybe I am just a terrible cook...nobody thought about it just being a generous little goody. Maybe they got sick from them...they didn't have to eat them. They could've just admired how nice and delicious they looked and how it was a generous idea. *pulls a hanky out of her lifeguard uniform and dabs her snout*

Zoot: *not rising from his position on the couch* ...only if I can expect a tip.

[Winslow Leach]

Spamela: *a few more tears glide down her face and she breaks into soft weeps* Maybe I am just a terrible cook...nobody thought about it just being a generous little goody. Maybe they got sick from them...they didn't have to eat them. They could've just admired how nice and delicious they looked and how it was a generous idea. *pulls a hanky out of her lifeguard uniform and dabs her snout*

Zoot: *not rising from his position on the couch* ...only if I can expect a tip.

Lefty: Pfft! I'll give ya a tip: don't take wooden nickels. Now go get my milk! (to Spamela) Don't cry, babe, s'alright...I enjoyed it...unlike da people what I room wit...youse got anudder one maybe? (to Zoot) Run Forrest, run!

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *hugs Spamela* Thank you for the brownies. I would've talked to you earlier, but...

*in room 15...*

Digit: *looking at a steaming computer* ... what did I do? O_O

Cait: ... yeah...

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *hugs Cait back...and then runs back to Room 17, still bawling* ;_;

[Winslow Leach]

A miserable Lefty is being interviewed by Newsie. Lefty has a large bandage wrapped around his head, a broken arm and two broken legs. Newsie holds a microphone to Lefty, which is connected to an ancient reel-to-reel tape recorder.

Newsie: ...so then what?

Lefty (re: tape recorder) What's dat doohickey again?

Newsie (sighs) For the fifty-second time...it's a reel-to-reel recorder. What you say ends up on tape. Then I use the tape to work on my story. Now continue. Please.

Lefty: Benny's not gonna get into any trouble, right?

Newsie: No...I promise...(shifty eyes)

Lefty: Like I was sayin'...Benny taught dat a funhouse ride would attract a younger "clientele," as dey say, down at da docks. Business has been kinda slow lately, an' da guy's desperate.

Newsie: Hence the ride.

Lefty: Yeah.

Newsie: Which was called...?

Lefty: Mr. Lefty's Wild Ride.

Newsie: Mr. Lefty's Wild Ride.

Lefty: Riiiiiiiiiiight...

Newsie: Now what did this "ride" consist of?

Lefty: One of dem old-timey cars...I tink it was called a Model-H.

Newsie: Model-T, I believe is the correct term.

Lefty: Yeah, whatever. Benny got it fer fifty bucks at some auction.

Newsie: Go on.

Lefty: Go on? Whaddaya tink I've been doin' ere, ya mook? Playin' hot potato?

Newsie: Please, do go on.

Lefty (sighs) So Benny sets up dis Model-H--

Newsie: Model-T.

Lefty: Whatever! He sets it up on dis really high ramp--

Newsie: How high?

Lefty: Pretty high. I mean, youse had to climb dis ladder ta reach anudder ladder, which reached anudder ladder--

Newsie: So one had to climb several ladders to actually get into the car. At the top of the ramp.

Lefty: Who's dis "one"? Dere was no "one." It was me. I had ta climb all da ladders and plant myself in da car.

Newsie: Why did you do that?

Lefty: 'Cause Benny told me ta. He wanted me ta test it out.

Newsie: I see.

Lefty: So I gets in da car...an' as soon as I siddown, da car starts rollin'...somebody forgot ta set da whatchimacallit emoygency break...so da car is pickin' up speed an' pickin' up speed, goin' down dis ramp. I have no control...da brakes or nuthin' don't woik. Da car goes flyin' offa da ramp, sails trew da air fer about thoity seconds, and comes crashin' down a coupla miles from where I took off.

Newsie: And where did you land?

Lefty: Well, I landed on good old asphalt. Da car landed on toppa me.

Newsie: I see. What's the condition of the car?

Lefty: In better shape dan I am, I kin tell ya dat!

Newsie: So Mr. Lefty's Wild Ride didn't pan out, eh?

Lefty: Oh, Benny ain't givin' up. He's already restorin' da car an' "woikin' out da kinks," as he said. He told me I kin rest fer a day, but den I gotta be back out dere tomorrow, or he's sendin' his goons after me.

Newsie: Very interesting. And don't worry, I don't think Benny will be around to hassle you tomorrow.

Lefty: Why not?

Newsie: Just a thought...

Lefty (re: tape recorder) What is dat ting?

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: ... *pokes her head in Tony's dorm and chucks a snow covered brick at Lefty* ...O_o... *runs off*

[Winslow Leach]

Ailie: ... *pokes her head in Tony's dorm and chucks a snow covered brick at Lefty* ...O_o... *runs off*

Brick bounces off Lefty's head.

Lefty: Son of a toitle!

Mr. Turtle (snorts) You wish!

Newsie hits a button on his reel-to-reel tape recorder...the reels spin frantically, and the tape gets all twisted and tangled up; one of the reels flies off, and hits Lefty in the eye.

Lefty: Guh!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *enters the common room after coughing his brains out in the hallway* *looks paler and weaker than usual and dark circles ring underneath his eyes*

Mr. Panda: *stares up from the book he's skimming through* O_O Vhy, you look zimply awful, boy...under zee veather?

Dr. Teeth: Hm?

Mr. Panda: Vell, it could be zee znow outzide...

Dr. Teeth: What d'ya mean snow? I ain't... *sneezes* Ugh...jus' fo'get it...

Mr. Panda: Lie down and I zhall get you zum tylenol and zen read zum of Parzival to you... *motions to th book with his head*

Dr. Teeth: ...meh. *sighs*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty, carrying Mr. Turtle, enters the common room, and harrasses Dr. Teeth.

Lefty: 'Ey Smiley! Smiley! Look at me! Look at me, ya mook!

Mr. Turtle: Why am I here again?

Lefty: Hey Smiley-boy! Yoo-hoo! Chuckles! Chuckles! Chuckie!

Mr. Turtle: This is the most productive thing I've ever participated in...

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *remains lying down, still waiting for Mr. Panda* Lefteh...will ya jus' leave meh al--al--alahaaa-- X_X *sneezes on him* ...yeah. -_- *picks Mr. Turtle up and huggles him*

Mr. Panda: *comes back and nudges him with the container of medicine*

[Winslow Leach]

Dr. Teeth: *remains lying down, still waiting for Mr. Panda* Lefteh...will ya jus' leave meh al--al--alahaaa-- X_X *sneezes on him*

Lefty reacts EXTREMELY violently to Dr. Teeth sneezing all over him...he does a severe quadruple-take, cringes, and staggers dramatically...

Lefty: Aaack! Aaaaaack! (makes weird hacking sounds from the back of his throat)

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *whining, sounding a bit like Randy from A Christmas Story* Nooooo...I don't wanna take it...noooooo...myeeeeehhhhh... X_X *squirming*

Mr. Panda: *sticking, or rather, jabbing a spoon of the medicine in the musician's mouth while observing Lefty* Oh, honestly....I vunder, Meester. Turtle...how do you stand eet? -_-

Dr. Teeth: Beh. *spits the spoon out and continues to cling to Mr. Turtle*

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle: I can't stand it, that's the sad part, sir.

Lefty continues hacking, coughing and heaving in the corner...

RF bursts into the room.

RF: DR. TEETH! DR. TEETH! DR. TEETH! HI! HI! H-I! HI! (bounces around)

Lefty gags and makes strange, gutteral, unnatural sounds...

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: I'm afraid I know vhat it's like... *halfheartedly patting the musician's head*

Dr. Teeth: *sighs while still staring up at the ceiling* ...hi R.F.

[Winslow Leach]

RF: HI DR. TEETH! WANNA PLAY? LET'S PLAY A GAME! LET'S PLAY A GAME!

Lefty: Aaack! Aack! AAAAAACCCCKKKK!

RF: O_O

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Meh. I can onleh play lie down and beh depressed... -_-

Mr. Panda: He cannot play a game, RF...he's veddy zick and needz my attention zince he obviously doesn't know how to cure himzelf. Dr.--heh, zat's a good one. Now rrrun along...

Dr. Teeth: ...cheese?

[Winslow Leach]

RF: AW, COME ON! YOU'RE NOT SICK! YOU ALWAYS THAT COLOR, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME! (grabs Dr. Teeth's arm and tries to lift him) UNNNGHHHH...HEY, MAN, YOU SHOULD REALLY LAY OFF THE PORK RINDS! UNNNGHHH...

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: Be off vith you now... *yanks Dr. Teeth away with RF and holds him in his jaws like chewtoy*

Dr. Teeth: Owwww... X_X

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty falls to the floor...his face turns beet red...

Lefty (very weakly) ...help...

RF obliviously steps over Lefty, and follows Mr. Panda out.

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm hidin' from da pig what made da--oh hey...it's you! Heh heh. Youse wouldn't happen ta have any leftover brownies, wouldya? My crum-bum roomies ate 'em all on me! And I would sure appreciate 'em, unlike some people around here...buncha ingrates I tell ya! My roommates are nuttin' but pigs! No offense. Oh...and, uh...dat broken plate? Da Newsman did dat...da sugar in da brownies got to 'im, and he trew da plate against da door. Riiiiiiiiiight!

(the occupants of room 7 are in the kitchen, about to partake of peppermint hot chocolate and a platter of just-baked mint brownies)

Nora: Lefty's on the warpath. What do we do?
Storyteller: Keep him away from the good plates, for one.
Scooter: Wait, isn't it true that sugar doesn't make people hyper?
Beige: Mmm-hmm...and how would you explain Cookie Monster?
Erin: He's a monster, and cookies are part of his normal diet. Let's move.

(the gang takes the brownies and cocoa into Erin and Nora's room and closes the door)

[The Count]

*Leaves big piece of choc cake for Ailie as thanks for the three wichies tracing around. Hope Dr. Teeth gets better. And thanks to Spamela, brownies were hexcellent. :)

[Erine81981]

*carrying some bat, monster and ghoul shaped cookies* *whistling a holiday tune* Hey Ed! Here you go. Me and the gang baked these all for you and the your roomies.

Frazzle: *pushes me aside* Rwioghg eoirejg ggeoreo ggihhhh. *holds up a box wrapped in a not so good wrapping paper*

Oh yea. Almost forgot. Frazzle made you something and he also wrapped it himself.

Frazzle: Wirhgg yhuieoreore ggggrrr eegg ereererhhhh! (Take it. Take it now!)

He's saying take it now.

[The Count]

Oh hey Kyle. Thanks for the cookies. *Takes present from Frazzle, wondering what it can be, remembering to thank the orangeish monster. You guys want some cake? I think there's some left, can always share with a friend.

[Erine81981]

Welcome Ed.

Frazzle: Wroghgee Ed.

Sure! I'll go and see if there is any. Thanks. See you around.

Frazzle: Corajggg?

Yes Frazzle, cake.

Frazzle: *licks his furry lips*

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: Thank yous! Ja welcome, Ed. X3 *offers Fairuza Balk too before giving the musician some more medicine and wrapping him in a blanket*

Dr. Teeth: ;_; *sniffs*

Spamela: Aw, you look so cute like that, like a sick little bunny...feel better. *snugs him*

[The Count]

*Gestures to Kyle to help himself and Frazzle to some cake. *Thanks Ailie again. *Opens Frazzle's gift. Oh hey... It's an, it's an, it's... A neat little number tree. Aw, that's great. *Places it in front of the branched holly menorah with bat-ornaments. It looks swell there, the perfect thing.

[Erine81981]

This cake is wonderful. *eats another bite*

Frazzle: *eats his whole piece*

So what did you get Ed for Christmas?

Frazzle: Wighj giere ggie epeperojgg.

A number tree? (whispers to himself) A number tree? *confuesed*

[Skeeter Muppet]

(after the lights are out in Room 19)

Kim: You guys gonna be ready to go tomorrow morning?
Gillis: Yes, yes; don't worry, it'll be fine. Knowing the young ones, they'll probably sleep through the entire car ride.
Kim: Probably. I hate to get them up early, but we either leave tomorrow morning or else we wait until Christmas Eve.
Gillis: Ugh. No, thank you. My car sickness is bad enough in regular conditions.
Kim: Heh. And I noticed you didn't say anything about the T. Matthew Fraggle room, either.
Gillis: Yes, because the lot of you aren't going to let me live that little incident down.
Kim: Only 'cause we care, Maestro. Only 'cause we care.

-Kim

[WhiteRabbit]

Mr. Panda: *nudges Dr. Teeth* Vake up, boy, eetz time to take your medizin again...veeling any better?

Dr. Teeth: *coughs* ...meh... ;_;

Mr. Panda: *gives him some* Now, that vasn't so hard, now vas eet? *sighs, feeling a little nicer then usual* Go back to zleep, boy. *gives him a swift lick on the cheek and exits*

[theprawncracker]

Gonzo: MERRY Christmas! Hahaha!
Ryan: It's still the 23rd, Gonzo...
Gonzo: Well... *sings* There's only one more sleep 'til Christmas--Eve! Haha!
Ryan: *smirk* Can't argue with that one.
Camilla: Brawk bagawk baw!
Gonzo: Exactly! So, Ryan! What'd ya get me?
Ryan: Gonzo, c'mon... I'm not gonna tell you...
Pepe: *scoots in* Si, he's not telling jou he got jou nothing because he spent all of his monies on Pepe, hokay!
Ryan: *frowns* Not exactly.
Sam: This Christmas is already terrible.
Ryan: *blink* Come again?
Sam: Did you see the appalling display these weirdos put on in that Christmas special last week? Uch! Are you not disgusted?
Ryan: ...No, not at all, actually. I loved it.
Sam: *gasps* Is nothing sacred?
Ryan: *shrug* Apparently not.
Clifford: Heh heh! *shakes head* So, Ry-guy, what's the plans for Christmas anyhow?
Ryan: Well... I, of course, will be spending it with my family. You guys are welcome to come if--
Pepe: Jou got cousins? Are d'ese females? Are d'ey cute?
Ryan: *rolls eyes* May I retract my last statement?

[The Count]

At least you were in that special Sam.

*Hanging some Muppet character Christmas ornaments on the dorms' tree. Good thing we saved these from that one year you spent at Piggy's for Christmas Count.
batty:, handing him the Prairie Angel an Animal Drummer Boy: Yes... Quite remarkable little momentos these are.
UD, skulking in the lower branches, setting the light plugs in place: None of me though.
*Me, in Oscar tones: Ding-dong you're wrong. *Fishes carefully through the box... *Produces an ornament of Uncle D at the organ with a glowy-eyed monster wreath above the instrument's mantle.
UD, almost reverently: It's... Bootiful. *Carefully hangs it with honor.
Count: And mine?
*Me, withdrawing another ornament, the Count with his holly-festooned top hat and holding a broomlike hockey stick. Here it is, modeled after your subway trip through town on Christmas Eve.
*The vampirian hangs his own decoration fondly as we continue to place the rest of our friends where they belong... Unless they want to come and hang them themselves, adding old and new trinkets to the tree.

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <sitting on the beanbag chair, crotcheting and singing> All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth. GEE, If I could only have my two front teeth! Then I could wish you Merry Christmas!
Rowlf: <looking out at the snow> Hope nobody's gotta go outside today...
Lisa: I do. I forgot to get a present for the Secret Santa thing my family's doing.
Rowlf: Nothin' like last minute shopping.
Lisa: I honestly forgot, alright? I did all my OTHER gift shopping while I was working on Black Friday. Sorry that nothing in the little outlet store was shouting, "I'm PERFECT for a retired high school science teacher!"
Rowlf: ...Little touchy today?
Lisa: ...Sorry. Haven't been sleepin' well. <resumes singing> It seems so long since I could say, "Sister Susie sittin' on a thistle!" GOSH oh gee, how HAPPY I'd be, if I could only WHISTLE! <attempts whistling> <fails miserably, as usual>
Rowlf: And that's WITH your two front teeth!
Lisa: <giggles>
Chef: <puts a tray of Christmas cookies into the oven> Hurm de stuury taledy goon?
Lisa: Oh... I haven't worked on it yet today. I should do that. Tomorrow's gonna be crazy.
Robin: Because it'll be Christmas Eve?
Lisa: Christmas Eve, yes, with the usual family party... But I'm also working from eight to three thirty, and we usually leave for Grandma's around four... <Sigh> I'll be napping in the car, if I'm smart.
Chef: ...Suu, de shancy dance de feeneesh de Christmas doo?
Lisa: ...I'm still hoping. But, like I said... I reserve the right to use all of Hanukkah.
Robin: But you're gonna try to finish on Christmas?
Lisa: Yup, that's the plan! ...To try, anyway. <continues crotcheting> <starts singing again> Oh I'm the happiest Christmas tree, ho ho ho! Hee hee hee! Someone came and they found me and took me home with them...
Rowlf: ...She doesn't look like a tree to me.
Robin: <Shrug>

[Winslow Leach]

(the occupants of room 7 are in the kitchen, about to partake of peppermint hot chocolate and a platter of just-baked mint brownies)

Nora: Lefty's on the warpath. What do we do?
Storyteller: Keep him away from the good plates, for one.
Scooter: Wait, isn't it true that sugar doesn't make people hyper?
Beige: Mmm-hmm...and how would you explain Cookie Monster?
Erin: He's a monster, and cookies are part of his normal diet. Let's move.

(the gang takes the brownies and cocoa into Erin and Nora's room and closes the door)

Lefty: Hold on a second dere. I couldn't help but overhear youse tink I'm clumsy, on accounta I--I mean Newsie--broke dat plate da odder day. Well, I have news ta tell youse. I ain't no butterfingers. Obsoyve! (Lefty picks up plate; it immediately falls to the floor and shatters) Er...it was like dat when I got here...riiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty turns and runs away.

[Katzi428]

OK...we all done Christmas shopping?
Rosita:Si. thank goodness. Kathy ,I wanted to ask you something.
Prairie:Yeah...me too.
Well..what a questionable little queenies today!But I'm not telling you both what I got you both for Christmas this year.So there!;)
Prairie:Oh no...it's not that.
Rosita:Not here either.Prairie,may I go first please?
Prairie:Okay.
Rosita: Well,since your mom and your sister will be away until really late tomorrow night,Mami wanted to know if you want to come for Christmas Eve dinner.
Prairie:Wow...I was going to ask that! Mom doesn't think anyone should be alone on any holiday.
Your mom's right Prairie.And both moms are very sweet to ask. Tell you what. Rosita...how about I come to your house for dinner.And Prairie,I'll come to your house for dessert?This way no one's feelings are hurt.
both girls nod in agreement

(sigh...I should be so lucky...My former sister in law's dad passed away Saturday morning.So my mom & sister went to NY to pay their respects.I need to stay here in Florida to watch the dog. :rolleyes: Luckily my mom & sister will be back late tomorrow night.)

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: Gotta finish wrapping all these gifts!
Red: But then we'll see what you got us!
Beth: I already wrapped YOUR gifts, these are gifts for my family at home
Mokey: Well, I could probably help you, I'm good with that type of thing.
Beth: That would be great
Abby: When do we open our presents?
Beth: Well, how about tomorrow morning before we all go our separate ways for the holidays?
Abby: OK!
Wanda: Sounds good to me. So you and I are going to your house, the Fraggles are heading to the Rock for the Festival of the Bells and Abby's going home to mom and dad correct?
Beth: That's the plan!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *wanders into the common room and offers a latke to Spamela since the others don't seem to be around*

Spamela: *smiles* Oh...thanks, Zoot. *nibbles at it* So has Hanukkah started yet?

Zoot: *smiles back at her vaguely* Wha--? Oh...uh, yeah. Last night.

Spamela: Coolies. I can't believe Christmas is in a couple days! *squees*

Zoot: Mmm...where's everyone else anyway?

Spamela: Well, Mr. Panda and Dr. Teeth went to the pharmacy again and Ailie's probably goofing off somewhere...you know maybe we should decorate this place a bit more... *starts wrapping tinsel around some of the lamps*

Zoot: *turns on the radio to a classic rock channel and starts helping her*

[Erine81981]

Ok being that my family is having our little get together tonight. I'm going to head over there. Ya'll are all welcome to join me if you want.

Herry: I'm going to catch the bus and head over to Sesame Street.

Frazzle: Wogg! (Yep!) *points to self as well*

Wolfgang: Arf arf arrrrgh! *jumps for joy*

Homer Honker: Honk honk honk honk. (I'm going to spend it with my family too.)

Alright guys. I could give you all a ride instead of ya'll having to ride the bus.

Herry: *thinks a while* Uhhhh may.....sure why not.

Ok. Everyone down to the patty wagon. I've got to gather up some of the gifts.

Herry: Here give me some too.

Homer Honker: Honk honk. *grabs some too*

Thanks guys.

[AnimatedC9000]

TG: Finally, Christmas Eve.

Lindy: Yup! One more sleep 'til Christmas Day!

Waldo: And that means we get to open presents!

Cait: *rubbing her eyes* Huhwha--?

Digit: Christmas Eve? Oh no! *rushes to his room*

TG: Digit...

Digit: I only have a limited time to figure out Christmas! Experiments need to be finished! Stories need to be read!

Waldo: Presents need to be open?

Digit: The true meaning of Christmas need sto be discovered!

TG: Oh geez, here we go...

Digit: Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about? ;_;

Lips: ... sure, Digit, I can tell you what Christmas is all about. *gets up and stands on a platform* Lights, please!

Waldo: *dims the lights and becomes a spotlight, shining on the trumpet player*

Lips: "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, 'Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.' And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'"

The other roomies: O_O

Lips: *gets off the platform and walks to Digit* That's what Chrisstmas is all about, Digit.

TG: ... wow... let's hope this doesn't do anything against us...

Cait: ... *clreas throat* ... *in a Sally imitation* Isn't he the cutest thing? <33 *laughs* XP

TG: You HAD to do that.. -_-

Cait: Hey, I could've dressed as both Sallys and said it, so be lucky! ;P

[The Count]

*Loves Sally, the other one... Hey Digit, heard you were having troubl with the spirit of Christmas. Well... Here's a ittle something to help you.

*Music tarts.
I believe in miracles.
And I can tell you why.
Once a year, the street I live on.
Sparkles like the sky.

Cait and I: All hung with lights for Christmas.
Twinkling everywhere.
The world turns bright for Christmas.
Me: And if that isn't a true blue miracle, I don't know what one is.

Count: I believe in miracles.
I know because I've seen.
Uncle D: Once a year, the place I walk.
Is filled with trees of green.

Both: And pine cone smells of Christmas.
Floating through the air.
To Jingle Bells of Christmas.
Count: And if that isn't a true blue miracle, I don't know what one is.

All of Cait's, Ailie's, Kathy's and my roomies: But the greatest wonder isn't what's...
Happening around you, it's the way...
You start to be.

Yes, the greatest wonder of them all is how...
Your heart is filled with love, you start to light...
Up like a Christmas tree.

Dr. Teeth: Feelings feel so wonderful.
You has to let 'em show.
Spamela: Maybe that's why everyone.
Begins to get a glow.

All: And fill their hearts with Christmas.
Spirit they can share.
That's the best part of Christmas.
And if that isn't a true blue miracle, I don't know what one is.

Me, quietly to Digit: And if that isn't a true blue miracle, I don't know what one is.

There, that help you understand it better?
Oh, and here's some hot chocolate and cookies for all to share.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela and Zoot: *previously watching Footloose that Spammy got for Christmas and decide to break into one of the songs in the middle of the hallway to bring some excitement back into the dorms*

Spamela: Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need

Both: I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Zoot: Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

Both: I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Spamela: Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Zoot: Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

Both: I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life... *song fades out while they await applause*

[AnimatedC9000]

*Cait and her roomies hear the song and applaud at the end*

Waldo: *is the most enthusiastic about it* WHOO! YEAH!

[The Count]

Yeah! *Clapping wildly. Noone puts Spammy in a corner!
Oh, sorry, that's a different movie.

Carry on. *Heads to the bat-room for a shower.

[Winslow Leach]

An extremely round Lefty waddles into the room.

Lefty: Buh.

Newsie: Hey! It's Orson Welles! (runs to Lefty) Mr. Welles, it is indeed an honor, sir. I am a great admirer of your work, particularly Citizen Kane, The Magnificent Ambersons and Chimes at Midnight. May I humbly ask for an interview, sir?

Lefty points to Newsie's tie; Newsie looks down; Lefty puts his palm over Newsie's face, and gives him a violent shove backward.

Tony: Hey...Lefty. Erm...enjoy the holidays?

Lefty: Urp.

Tony: Where did you go for Christmas?

Lefty (trying to sit to catch his breath) Benny...Benny had a party fer all his mooks down at da docks.

Tony: Ah. And where was this little fiesta held?

Lefty: Down at da docks.

Tony: I see.

Lefty: Benny spared no expenses...we had everytin'!

Tony: Cookies?

Lefty: Tons 'a cookies.

Tony: Cake?

Lefty: Lotsa cake.

Tony: A partridge in a pear tree?

Lefty (double-take) How did you know?

Tony: Know what?

Lefty: About da partridge in da pear tree.

Tony: You mean you--

Lefty: Yeah. It was a partridge inna pear tree, stuffed wit lobster bisque, chopped walnuts, fried squid er sometin' from da sea...an' powdered milk on top.

Tony: O-kaaaay...

Lefty (singing) On da foist day of Christmas, Benny gave ta me a partridge in a pear tree stuffed wit lobster bisque, chopped walnuts, fried squid er sometin' from da sea...aaaaaaannnnnn...powdered milk on da top! Riiiiiiiiiiight! Urp!

Tony: So...any leftovers of this, um, "unique" meal?

Lefty: Nah, I left it all down at da docks, if ya catch my drift.

Tony: You left it down...? Lefty, you're so disgusting.

Lefty: It wouldn't stay down! Sue me! Most of it ended up on Saul da Snake's car...I hope dey don't analyze what came from me, an' be able ta identify whose blech it is...odderwise ol' Saul's gonna come after me...

Mr. Turtle: Charming...

[Beakerfan]

Alex sits in the middle of her floor surrounded by paper. Some of the paper has been written on, some has been drawn on. The rest lie in crumpled balls. Alex's eyes are sunken in, her hair ratted and nearing dreadlocks. She frantically and determinedly continues to scrawl paragraphs..... sentences..... word fragments.... arbitrary drawings..... Anxiously she crumples up another piece of paper and tosses it aside.

Rizzo: Hey, I tawt finals was over?

Sweetums: *watching nervously* They ARE.... these aren't finals....

Animal: *hands Sweetums a piece of paper with a strange, dissheveled looking man drawn on it* Not good....

Rizzo: *stares at the paper* What is dat?

Sweetums: I don't know.... *drops the paper and wanders away*

Alex stops for a moment, staring at the papers in front of her. Biting her thumbnail, she softly rocks back and forth, pressing a hand against her head. She reaches for her pen then stops herself and continues to stare....

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *running down the hall from Dr. Teeth* NO! I'm perfectly capable of applying my own sunscreen! EEEEEEEEEEE! HELP!

Dr. Teeth: *chasing her* Aw, snap! Pleeeeeease? O_O

Spamela: NUUUUU!

Ailie: *follows* My turn!

[Beakerfan]

Link: *quickly opens the door and stands in the middle of the hall in a super-hero stance* I'LL SAVE YOU! *stands between Spamela and Dr. Teeth/Ailie* Halt! Leave this beau-ti-ful young lady a-lone!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *blankly* Oh, thank you...um...other person...guy...pig...fwa? O_O

Dr. Teeth: *smirks* Yeah, why don'cha make us, Porkeh?

Ailie: X3 *snickers* Good one, Buckwheat...

Dr. Teeth: O_o What didja call meh?

Ailie: O_O *runs away*

[The Count]

Ah... Another Saturday night at the good ol' dorms.
Alex is back? Do you believe in miracles?
*Leaves mugs of hot chocolate and number 25 cookies for the gang of da girl what lives above Tony's ceiling. Riiight. :shifty:

[Beakerfan]

Link: Anything for a beau-ti-ful young *lady*..... Heeeyyyy! Porky? Allright mister! *Now* you've gone too far. Hmph! I am NOT porky! Wait a minute - you don't think I'm fat, do you? *bites nails* Oh no! This is terrible! *looks down at himself* Hmph! Porky? I'll show YOU porky, Mister Buckwheat! *karate chops the air*

Rizzo: Back? Alex? Yeah, good one.... as you kin see from da look of tings she aint exactly all heah....

OOC: Yes Ed! Miracles DO happen lol! I'm back, for a while at least. I'm currently sort of in the middle of a lot of stuff right now, but things should be on their way back to slightly normal in a couple of weeks....

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: ...pie?

Dr. Teeth: *rolls his eyes* Nah, I don' think yo fat...but yo momma on the othah han'--

Zoot: *interrupts them all by blaring his new Christina CD* Ain't no other man...can't stand...up next to you...

[The Count]

*OOC: Yaey! Now if only Squeeky was back here too...

*BIC: Was she ever? *Raspy laugh.
C'mon Rizz, we can split some Christmas turkey sandwiches while Link, Teeth and the girls fight it out. *Gets food from the common room fridge.

[Beakerfan]

Link: *Mother!* How dare you say that about my mother! She is not fat, she is well- *stops suddenly* Is that.... Christina? Oh, mon cherie! *melts*

Rizzo: *stiffens* Left-ovahs? Oh I am SO there! *scrambles to the kitchen with Ed*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: She's jus' a h--

Zoot: O_O *hits Link with the radio* You're unworthy! Unworthy, I tell you!

Spamela: ...I'm lost.

[Beakerfan]

Link: OOF! *rubs his head* Hmph! So much for THAT! Come, mademoiselle, I don't believe the company around here is very welcoming! *offers his arm to Spamela* I think there is some pie in the kitchen, if you would care to join me?

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: O_O OMG! Pie makes me break out...how could you forget that about me? Do you want my beautiful complexion to be soiled? That's it, random person...we're SO over. We're over before we even began...

Dr. Teeth: Owned. =P *starts chasing Spamela again*

Spamela: AAAAAAAAAH! Get away from me, creeper!

[Beakerfan]

Link: *looks downcast* oh.... Oh well. *goes to the kitchen to get pie*

Alex continues to feverishly work, muttering to herself as she does so....

Animal: *quietly places a plate of food beside her and watches*

Alex: *begins to eat without lifting her eyes from her work, still muttering and shaking her head*

Bean: *climbs out from under a pile of wadded up papers and begins to put them in a trash bag*

Sweetums: *picks up a hairbrush and attempts to untangle Alex's hair*

Alex: *waves her hands around her head as though waving away a fly and continues to write*

Sweetums: *sighs and brushes his own hair instead*

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: EEEEEEEEEE! *runs into the dorm and hides behind Sweetums* O_O *comes up for air, looking nervous*

Dr. Teeth: ... *follows her inside and tries to drag her back out*

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: A-CHOO! A-CHOO! *sneezing* X_X

Waldo: *flies in* Woah... you feelin' okay? O_o

Cait: *sniff* Sinuses, Mom said...

Waldo: ... oh... I thought Digit caught a cold again...

Cait: *sniff* Do I look like Digit to you?

Waldo: ... good point... *flies off to find more Skittles*

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *protectively guards Spamela* Hey! Leave the little lady alone! *shoves Dr. Teeth away*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *shakes head* O_O Awwww, no ya di'int! *snaps* Bring it, rug monstah! *shoves him back*

Spamela: -_- My roomies fail...

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *prepares to fight Dr. Teeth* Oh it's ON brotha....

Bean: *shivers*

Animal: *turns from watching Alex and spots Spamela, dropping his jaw* WO-MAN! WO-MAN! *runs after her*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *shoves him again* Pfft...ya wish ya were as bad as meh! I mean, what kinda name is Swee-tummms? Aw yeah...I'm RULL scared. >_> Yo momma's so ugleh, people go as her fo' Halloween! What now? !

Spamela: *blinks at Animal* O_o *steers him in the direction of Zoot*

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *picks DT up with one hand* Oh yeah? Well at least I HAVE a momma! *slaps him*

Animal: *stares at Zoot, then back at Spamela, then protectively at Alex* Uhhhh...... *runs after Zoot* ZOOT! MU-SIC! PRET-TY ZOOT! ZOOOT!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: X_X *falls back onto the floor* OH, FUHDGE NO! -_- *socks Sweetums in the chest*

Spamela: ... *is confused by everything*

Zoot: *to Animal* ...don't touch me. *to Alex* Learn how to restrain your roommate, sir. =/

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *chuckles then whops DT on the top of his head with a fist* It's not my fault I'm the biggest and the strongest.... I don't even excersise!

Animal: *tackles Zoot*

Alex: PIERRE, WILL YOU PLEASE TURN DOWN THE FREAKING TELEVISION? *continues writing and muttering to herself*

Bean: *hides*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: X_x *pulls out a rifle and nudges Sweetums with it* ... *smirks*

Zoot: *struggles to escape and screeches* ... *somersaults down a random flight of stairs*

Ailie: ...I like toast. O_O

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *eyes get big* Ummm..... *scratches his head* *puts his hands in the air*

Animal: *tries to hug Animal as they somersault down the stairs*

Link: *offers a piece of toast to Ailie*

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: *snickers and struts away* Obviousleh I was gonna beh the winnah, righ', Spammeh? Righ'?

Spamela: Go away, freak. =P

Zoot: No...no...it burns us... ;_; *runs away*

Ailie: Thankses. *offers Link a cupcake*

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty is back to normal.

Tony: Lefty, you're back to normal.

Lefty: Huh? Oh da weight, riiiiiiiiight. I guess I have whatcha call a speedy meatball-ism.

Tony: Metabolism?

Lefty (beat) What kinda language is dat?

Tony: *sighs*

Lefty: Remember dat band I was startin' ta promote last month, before da lead singer got himself in da hospital?

Tony: Scrooge and the Bah Humbugs? Yeah. As I recall, they weren't exactly a band...just some guy getting beat up down at the docks. You liked the sounds the guy was making as he was getting punched, so you named him lead singer...and the guys doing the punching had a good beat going, so you instantly tagged them as the rhythm section, correct? Am I in the ballpark?

Lefty: Naw, we're in da dorm room. Whaddaya talkin' about, ballpark?

Tony bangs his head against the wall with great force.

Lefty: Tommy! Youse got a good beat goin' dere yerself! Would ya consider joinin'--

Tony (continuing to bang head) Nooooooooooooooooo!

Lefty: Well anyway, Scrooge--dat's da guy I picked fer lead singer--is gonna end up in da hospital fer anudder month er so, on accounta he fell outta his bed and broke his leg. Again. An' da Bah Humbugs are gettin' restless, as dey want me ta pay 'em...but dat's ridiculous, since dey haven't played any gigs yet...

Newsie: I believe the correct term for a performance by a rock and or roll band is "concert," Lefty.

Lefty: O_O Why doncha go stick yer head in da toilet fer about ten minutes dere Newsie?

RF scoots out from under Newsie's bed.

RF: Oh boy! I'd love to see that! Can I flush while his head is in the bowl, Lefty? Can I? Can I?

Lefty: Sure, kid. Knock yerself out!

RF: HOORAY! (grabs Newsie by the arm, and tries to lead him out the door) Come on, Newsie! We're gonna have fun!

Newsie (pulling his arm away) Bah!

Lefty: So what should I do, Tommy? Da Bah Humbugs wanna get paid, but dey haven't hit a single poyson to desoive anytin' yet. I am in, as da poet said, a pickle.

Newsie: Heh heh. Pickle.

Lefty eyes Newsie; he sizes him up.

Lefty: How would ya like ta make a cool ten bucks?

Newsie: Really? What do I have to do?

Lefty: Er...nuthin' really. Just meet me down at 125 Octopus Avenue at six a'clock tonight. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Newsie: Okay, that sounds--wait a minute...Octopus Avenue? Isn't that a terrible neighborhood, where a lot of yucky things happen?

Lefty: Naw, naw...dis is...erm...a different Octopus Avenue. Er...riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Just be dere at six sharp. I'll take care of da rest.

Newsie: Okay. And I get ten dollars for doing nothing?

Lefty: Dat's right. Oh, but da more youse try an' fight back, da more I deduct from da ten.

Newsie: Fight back?

Lefty: Yeah...um...cause dere are...a lotta...mosquitos dis time a year...? An' dey don't appreciate youse swattin' at 'em...

Newsie: Ah. Makes sense. I'll be sure to spray myself with bug repellent then.

Lefty: Yeah...youse do dat. Well, I gotta scoot, and tell da Bah Humbugs da good news!

Lefty exits.

Newsie: Wow! Ten dollars! Have you ever seen so much money Roosevelt Franklin?

RF: You may as well just stay here and have Crazy Harry drop a bomb down your pants.

Newsie: Hunh? Why?

RF: Ah, never mind. (pats Newsie on the shoulder) You'll be okay...o_O

Newsie: Roosevelt Franklin's a swell kid, isn't he Tommy?

Tony continues to bang his head against the wall.

[The Count]

Meanwhile... *Boober Sigh smilie*
*Alone in bed: Why do I feel like this, trashing what I've accomplished so far with my counting characters and starting over at 0 again? I'm almost at 40 strong... And the little groups of five haunters each are, in my opinion, pretty much well-balanced, with a mix of master monsters and Numbervanian neighbors. Heh, I'm just not sure some times.

*Leans back to contemplate the plausibilities while nodding off back to sleep.

[Winslow Leach]

RF suddenly bursts into song, for no reason. A bright, bouncy uptempo number. He bops around the room...

RF

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, yeah yeah!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, oh boy!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, fer sure!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, oh joy!

In just a few days, Santa will be slidin' down the chimney,
Bringin' presents to all the good little girls and boys!
I'd better not try and stay up late,
I'll just leave ol' Saint Nick some cookies on a plate!

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, yeah yeah!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, oh boy!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, fer sure!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, oh joy!

Now let's bop a while...

Bop-bop-bop-bop-a-diddle,
Bop-bop-bop-bop-a-diddle,
Bop-bop-bop-bop-a-diddle,
Whoooooo-hoooooooooo!

Frantically headbangs, causing his already-wild hair to get even wilder...

In just a few days, Santa will be slidin' down the chimney,
Bringin' presents to all the good little girls and boys!
I'd better not try and stay up late,
I'll just leave ol' Saint Nick some cookies on a plate!

Christmas, Christmas--

Tony: Roosevelt Franklin!

RF immediately stops dancing.

RF: What?

Tony: Christmas is over.

RF: I know. I'm practicing for next year! I'm too hip to just sit on my duff!

RF begins bouncing and singing....

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *pets Waldo* Thanks for keeping me company-- *sneezes*

Waldo: Geshuntight.

Cait: Yeah... thanks.

Waldo: No problem. I wanted something else to do than go shopping with TG.

Cait: I'm not that much of a shopper...

Waldo: Yeah...

Cait: *nods* Act naturally...

Waldo: I meant to ask for one of the others... where'd ya get all those Muppet songs for your iPod?

Cait: I can thank Ryan repeatedly for that. The songs are awesome. O_O

Waldo: Yeah! =P

Cait: *in time* "Fer sure!"

Waldo: *laughs*

Cait: *between laughter* 'Cuz I'm a woman... XP

Waldo: W. O... *laughing*

Cait: Don't even GO there! XD Seriously! I don't wanna cough up something!

Waldo: Gotcha. XP

*the two go back to surfing the 'Net while listening to Cait's iPod on her alarm clock*

[The Count]

*Watching some football, staying updated with hopes of a Ravens win and they'll be in the playoffs.

Hey Cait, do you have Waldo's song? Can send that to you if you want. :coy:

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty comes into the room, shuts the door behind him, and locks it.

Tony: Where's Newsie?

Lefty: Who?

Tony: Newsie. He has that bed over there...last time I saw him, he was with you.

Lefty: Oh...dat Newsie...erm...

Tony: He didn't get hurt, did he?

Lefty: Huh? Aw, naw, naw...after da foist punch, he was out.

Tony: What ? !

Lefty: I know. I taught he had more stamina dan Scrooge...da lead singer of my band...but as soon as Newsie was hit, he was down, an' out fer da count. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Tony: Where is he?

Lefty: Now?

Tony: Yes. Now.

Lefty: Uh...I dunno...I tink da Bah Humbugs were practicin' dere rhythm on him. Dey told me I should leave unless I wanted my head ta be used as a bongo drum.

Tony: You left him--

Lefty: I dunno about you, but I sure wouldn't want my head used as a bongo drum!

Tony: Idiot!

Tony leaves the room.

RF crosses to Lefty.

RF: Hey Lefty! Did you get that letter I sent to you?

Lefty: What letter?

RF: Oh! I must have forgotten to stamp it!

RF stomps on Lefty's foot; Lefty howls in pain, as RF laughs and dashes out of the room.

[The Count]

Count Hmm, sounds like Lefty's short by $10.
*Crowing and cries of "Nevermore!" are heard... Raven on! Dream winless season for the Lions complete!
C'mon guys, wesa going to Everybody Eats for dinner and back for cookies and milk after.

*All exaunt, dorms left.

[Winslow Leach]

Count Hmm, sounds like Lefty's short by $10.


Lefty poofs out of nowhere...

Lefty: Yer tellin' me!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *wandering down the hallway, mumbling to himself* I had four biscuits...then I ate one...then I only had...uhhhhhhh...three... *crashes into a wall* X_X Excuse you... *tosses his head*

[Winslow Leach]

Zoot: *wandering down the hallway, mumbling to himself* I had four biscuits...then I ate one...then I only had...uhhhhhhh...three... *crashes into a wall* X_X Excuse you... *tosses his head*

RF: Hi...sax-playing man! Did I hear you say you had biscuits? My mom makes the best biscuits!

RF begins a dance, and sings...

RF

In the morning I wake up,
All ready for school
But I gotta eat my breakfast,
'Cause I ain't no fool!
Say no to french toast,
Pancakes, hash browns and Cheez-Its,
All I want is my momma's biscuits!

Gimme gimme biscuits momma,
Gimme gimme biscuits momma,
I'm the hippest dude in school,
Roosevelt ain't nobody's fool,
'Cause I eat momma's biscuits!

RF spins his head wildly and bops down the hall.

Female Anything Muppet (swooning) What a guy!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: ...O_o *pushes the anything muppet into a wall and resumes shuffling down the hall, looking restless*

[AnimatedC9000]

Waldo: Are you sure about this?

Cait: *sighs* Waldo, I'm not gonna talk to people by just letting them come into my room. That'd be selfish.

Waldo: ... I'm in your room.

Cait: Well, you're my roomate. One of them, anyway. *picks up her iPod and her headphones* Come on, let's go find the others. *she and Waldo exit Room 15 and go into the hallway* ... *sniff*

[Winslow Leach]

Zoot: ...O_o *pushes the anything muppet into a wall and resumes shuffling down the hall, looking restless*

Lefty appears behind Zoot, takes out a straw, and begins shooting spitballs at him. The sneak thief next takes a handful of marbles from his pocket, and throws them, one at a time, at Zoot's head.

Lefty: Heh heh. He's so zonked, he don't even know where he is!

RF suddenly slams into Lefty, the two crashing to the floor.

RF: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeffffftttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyy ! ! ! !

Lefty: Guh! What ? !

RF: Hi!

RF gets up, and skips down the hallway.

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *touches the back of his head and rubs out the spitballs hastily* O_O *cringing from the marbles hitting him and then glares back at Lefty, trying to dodge them* Cut it out. -_-

[AnimatedC9000]

Waldo: *floating beside Cait* You feeling okay? O_o

Cait: ... *is silent* *walking down the hallway while listening to her iPod* *feels out of it*

Waldo: I see...

Cait: *bumps into a wall* O_o ...*changes directions and continues walking*

Waldo: *is slightly confused* *hurries after his friend*

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *crawls behind a wall to escape Lefty using him for target practice* ... *slumps down and tries to fall asleep, having a little trouble weirdly enough*

[Winslow Leach]

Zoot: *crawls behind a wall to escape Lefty using him for target practice* ... *slumps down and tries to fall asleep, having a little trouble weirdly enough*

Newsie: I say, Zoot...what are you doing behind there? Imitating plaster? Heh heh heh! Pretending to be wallpaper? Yuk yuk yuk!

Lefty whacks Newsie over the head with a sock filled with nickels.

Newsie: X_X

Lefty: Dat's fer makin' bad jokes, an' fer makin' my target hide from me! Fun-spoiler!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: *sighs* Newsie, why don't you--? o_O *snickers as he gets whacked by Lefty and hides again*

[The Count]

UD, in his usually creepy voice: MC Dorms was brought to you by the letter O and by the number 10, which is how much money Lefty owes Newsie. And he'd better pay... One way, or another.
*Wicked laughter. :scary:

[Winslow Leach]

UD, in his usually creepy voice: MC Dorms was brought to you by the letter O and by the number 10, which is how much money Lefty owes Newsie. And he'd better pay... One way, or another.
*Wicked laughter. :scary:

Lefty: My name is Lefty, and I heartedly approve dis message. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Especially da part about da Newsman owin' me ten clams. An I don't mean oysters!

[Winslow Leach]

Tony: Hey Zoot...you can come out from behind the wall now. Lefty's after Newsie. You're free! Run, boy, run! Go back to your room, and crawl into your nice warm bed!

[WhiteRabbit]

Zoot: O_O *glances around* Wow...it's about time; thanks for saving me from him, Anthony... *emphasizes his name, smiling shyly* ... *gives him a hug and darts off*

[Winslow Leach]

Zoot: O_O *glances around* Wow...it's about time; thanks for saving me from him, Anthony... *emphasizes his name, smiling shyly* ... *gives him a hug and darts off*

Lefty: Heh. Ya saved him from da big bad Lefty...Anthony! I shoulda had a camera. Dat was a real whatcha call Hallmark moment dere.

Tony elbows Lefty in the stomach, walks into his room, and shuts the door.

[AnimatedC9000]

Zoot: O_O *glances around* Wow...it's about time; thanks for saving me from him, Anthony... *emphasizes his name, smiling shyly* ... *gives him a hug and darts off*

Lips: *passes by when he hears the comment* O_O ... *hurries back to Room 15*

Cait: *giggling*

Waldo: ... *floating upside down* Is this supposed to make sense? O_o

Cait: ... I dunno... =D

[WhiteRabbit]

Ailie: *brushing Mr. Panda's fur and humming vaguely*

Zoot: *scurries back into the dorm cheerfully and flops onto his bed* ... *eventually falls asleep*

Dr. Teeth: *randomly gets hit by a banana* O_o

[The Count]

UD, smacking Lefty: Try the other way around you mendicant moocher. You owe Newsie the 10-bill. Now give it to him or I'll come back and finish the job. *Skulks back into the shadows muttering about how Lefty may be an acquaintance of Count's, but noone stiffs a fellow theater colleague of the phantomly dragon. :grouchy:

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty (to UD) You call yerself an actor? Feh! I kin act youse under da table! You may not know dis, but I'mma fespian too. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Lefty clears his throat, which results in about two minutes of hacking and coughing.

Now watch an' loyn from da master!

Strikes a ridiculous, hammy pose.

Da wind is breezy on da pumpkins tanight,
Da moon is cloudy, hidin' his face wit fright;
Not a creature is stirrin', not even a moose;
Why? Dat's da scary part...cuz Lefty's on da loose!
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Top dat, Shaka-speare!

[The Count]

UD: Do you really wish to challenge my mastery of the stage?
*Black flames erupt all around the phantomly dragon as he prepares himself...

Tell me spirit...
Are these scenes of what will be, or are they only shadows of what may be?
Pray tell, whose grave is this?
Yours Lefty-neezer... The richest man in the graveyard!
*Shoots the sneakthief with his blue lightning, causing the treacherous trenchcoat to fall into the dug trench while evil laughter rings as Lefty is consumed by the darkness.

Now pay Newsie... Or you'll have worse than that.
*Nightmarish nickles torment Lefty with their taunting song and continuous flying out of reach.

Don't mess with the best or you'll go down like the rest.
UD: I'm the ghost with the most. *Cackles as he leaves the poor unfortunate soul.

[Winslow Leach]

UD: Do you really wish to challenge my mastery of the stage?
*Black flames erupt all around the phantomly dragon as he prepares himself...

Tell me spirit...
Are these scenes of what will be, or are they only shadows of what may be?
Pray tell, whose grave is this?
Yours Lefty-neezer... The richest man in the graveyard!
*Shoots the sneakthief with his blue lightning, causing the treacherous trenchcoat to fall into the dug trench while evil laughter rings as Lefty is consumed by the darkness.

Now pay Newsie... Or you'll have worse than that.
*Nightmarish nickles torment Lefty with their taunting song and continuous flying out of reach.

Don't mess with the best or you'll go down like the rest.
UD: I'm the ghost with the most. *Cackles as he leaves the poor unfortunate soul.

A weathered, beaten Lefty slowly claws his way out of the trench. Smoke rises from his body. Despite the searing pain and shock from UD, Lefty can't help but blurt:

Lefty: Whazzat ya said about me bein' da richest man in da graveyard? Izzat da truth?

A stray bolt of lightning strikes Lefty.

Lefty: Blargh! (reaches into his pocket, and weakly takes a charred $10 bill from it; he tosses it onto the ground) Give dis to da newsman...an' tell 'im it was from da Tooth Fairy...riiiiii...

Falls back into trench.

[The Count]

*The claw slips and scoops the ten... *Uses some tricks learned from the Amazing Jonathan's special to clean up the bill, clips a note inked with the sneakthief's signature after lifting his lifeless floppy arm, and places both in Tony's care to give to Newsie.

Me: Hmm... Wonder where Uncle D got to. Wonder what to have for dinner tonight. Something tells me lightning-fried chicken would be a good choice.
*Sends bats out to pick up our orders. :hungry:

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is having dinner: Irish stew with bread, butter and marmalade)

Storyteller: Lightning-fried chicken? How would you do that?
Erin: Well, I guess you'd tie the chicken to a kite string, and then tie on a big brass key, and wait for the next really good storm.
Scooter: You know, I heard of one guy who tried that - except he left off the chicken and replaced the kite string with copper wire.
Nora: Let me guess, he made headlines - in the obituary section.
Beige: That act was well done...or rare or medium. (singing) They called him "Livewire..."

(expected chorus of groans)

Storyteller: All right, everyone, no more groan-worthy jokes until after dinner.

[The Count]

*Bats bring back three calzones from Jull's Pizza Parlor.

Mmm... This baked one is great cause I can eat it with my hands like a sandwich.
Count: Yes, an the added red marinara and green pesto saucesmake it look quite festive.
UD: Lightning-fried chicken happens to be one of my family's specialties. Though nothing beats a good Southern fright chicken dinner...
*We continue our monster meal while watching some wrestling on the TV TV.

[WhiteRabbit]

Room 17 is decked out to look like a jail and Ailie and Spamela are dressed like Gwen Stefani while Dr. Teeth is playing Akon and singing the backup...and yeah, the song begins (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tEROk-Y27Q)...

Dr. Teeth: Woo-hoo, yee-hoo
Woo-hoo, yee-hoo
Woo-hoo, yee-hoo
Woo-hoo, yee-hoo

Ailie: If I could escape
I would, but first of all let me say
I must apologize for acting stank and treating you this way
Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold

Both: If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that's my own world(own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Dr. Teeth: Woo-hoo, I wanna get away
Yee-hoo, (get away)
Woo-hoo, To our sweet escape
Yee-hoo, (sweet escape)
Woo-hoo, I wanna get away
Yee-hoo, (get away)
Woo-hoo, Ooh yeah
Yee-hoo, (ooh yeah)

Spamela: You melt me down
I'm at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let's bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around, let's look for some common ground

So baby, times gettin' a little crazy
I've been gettin' a little lazy
Waiting for you to come save me
I can see that you're angry
By the way that you treat me
Hopefully you don't leave me
I want to take you with me

Both: If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that's my own world(own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Ailie: Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold

Both: If I could escape (escape)
And re-create a place that's my own world(own world)
And I could be your favorite girl forever, perfectly together
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (bad girl)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Whatsoever, we can make it better
And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet? (sweet escape)

Dr. Teeth: Woo-hoo, I wanna get away
Yee-hoo, (get away)
Woo-hoo, To our sweet escape
Yee-hoo, (sweet escape)
Woo-hoo, I wanna get away
Yee-hoo, (get away)
Woo-hoo, Ooh yeah
Yee-hoo, (ooh yeah)

All: *sing the rest of the backup while the song fades out*

[Winslow Leach]

Newsie wildly applauds.

Newsie: Brava! Brava! You were all splendid! (squirming, speaking very nervously and awkwardly to Spamela) Especially you, my dear. That was spectacular! Erm...(does a little wiggle) You melt me down...I'm at my lowest boiling point...uh...come help me out, I need to get me out of this...joint...come on...let's...bounce! Whaddaya say? I'm "groovy" to what you and your friends are doing. Is that a word? Groovy?

Lefty heaves a giant SQUARE at Newsie; the newsman is hit full force, and crumples to the floor.

Lefty: One a da poiks of hangin' around Sesame Street...riiiight!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: ...um...no. *resumes clinging to the band leader's left arm*

Ailie: *clinging to his right* ...

Zoot: *smacks Lefty with a giant triangle*

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: *giggling at Newsie's misfortune, then starts to have a coughing fit* X_X

Waldo: *wearin' shades* ... *to Newsie* Yeah, dude, you fail. =P

Digit: *rubbing two shock plates together* Clear! *places them on Newsie's chest*

[Winslow Leach]

RF: SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY ! ! ! !

RF appears out of nowhere, and tackles Spamela.

RF: You have such a sweet voice! Do you know "Parents Just Don't Understand"?

Mr. Turtle: This place makes Bedlam look like Mater's beautiful garden. Ah. I spent so many lovely afternoons there as a youth, courting my lady friend Shelly...

RF: O_O A talking turtle ? !

Mr. Turtle: Such an observant lad. Quite.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: Uh, thanks, RF...um...go away now... *resumes clinging to the keyboard player's side*

Dr. Teeth: O_O *blinks and picks up the stuffy reptile* Hey Mr. T...didja like our song? Huh? Nyaaaaa...? *gets all up his grill...or whatever*

Ailie: ...

[Winslow Leach]

Mr. Turtle (to Dr. Teeth) Why don't you go play with that Bavarian teddy bear who believes he is the reincarnation of Sigmund Freud! Blast! I'm constantly behind the eight ball! I never win!

[WhiteRabbit]

Dr. Teeth: Aw snap...I know what'cha mean...las' nigh' mah 8 ball said ta shut up fo' the res' of mah life...but I think that was probableh a joke. *shakes his head* Wait...I thought y'all was friends with Mr. Panda...? O_O

Ailie: *clinging to the musician's leg*... <33

[Fragglemuppet]

*rolling over, and then, fully waking up, jumps out of bed excitedly*
Good morning boys!
Gobo: Gosh, someone's full of energy this morning!
Wembley: Gee Gobo, who is it? *Gobo gives him an odd look.*
Wembley: Oh right, Kate, heh.
*laughing slightly as usual at these two* Yeah, I'm glad to finally be back in the swing of things at the dorm, and I'd like to try and make up for lost time!
Wembley: Gosh that's nice.
Gobo: Yeah, we're glad to see you acting like your old self again!
Yeah, it's good to be facing the world again. So anyway, I had a thought. To celebrate my re-entrance in to the activity around here, I was thinking of inviting everyone in the dorm to Everybody Eats for lunch.
Wembley: That sounds like a great idea! Can we come?
No, I'm going to invite the whole dorm out, but my own roommates have to stay here.
Wembley: *downcast* Well okay, if that's the way you feel about it...
Gobo: Wembley!
Me: *sighing in mock frustration* Of course you can come, Wembley. I was being sarcastic!
Wembley: Oh, I knew that.
Mhmmm, well anyway, I'm gonna start calling people to invite them. It'll also be a nice way to make up for all the birthdays I've missed. *starts making calls*

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: Hey guys, Kate's inviting all of us out to lunch at Everybody Eats today
Red: Oh fun!
Mokey: I'm in
Wanda: That sounds like fun!
Abby: What do they have to eat there again?
Beth: Everything. That is why they call it Everybody Eats
Abby: Cool!
Beth: All right, I'll let Kate know we're joining them *calls Kate*

[The Count]

*On the phone... Kate! How good it is to hear from you. What? Everybody Eats for lunch? Sure, the spooks and I can def make it there. Send my best to :smirk: and :coy:, and I wish you a great '09 New Year.
*Scurries off to spread the news, then to the bat-room to get bathed and dressed for lunch with our friends. :insatiable:

[Fragglemuppet]

Well, looks like our invitation was well recieved.
Gobo: Was that Ed?
Yeah, he and Beth and all of their roomies are coming so far. I guess we'll leave in about an hour or so?
Wembley: Oh boy, this is gonna be great!
It sure is! I'm as excited as you are, Wembley!

[The Count]

*Calls Kate back. Um, is it okay about inviting the others from the dorms? Some have wanted an excuse to get out and hang out more. Please LMK and I'll leave them notes to meet us there.

[Fragglemuppet]

Oh, of course, the more the merryer! Everyone's more than welcome! By the way Ed, I see you've finally conquered the smileys. Congradulations! Can you tell I'm in a good mood?

[The Count]

*In :) voice: Oh good. *Leaves notes on Kathy's, Tony's, Kyle's, Erin's, Caitlyn's, and Ailie's doors for them and their roomies to join us for lunch at Everybody Eats. Methinks some might show up at late afternoon time. Good thing the restaurant's near/next to the Pinball Count X-Cade.

BTW Kate: The Ernie and Scooter smilies are ones I haven't mastered yet. And others I haven't tried because I'm not sure which character's tied to what smilie. Plus the drive I'm on to get some Fraggles added to complete the main five. Oh well... :batty: :hungry:

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: Well, we'd better bundle up before heading out to the restaurant. It's snowing again
Red: Yay! I love the snow!
Abby: Me too!
*the roomies start the process of bundling up to go outside to Everybody Eats*

OOC: It really is snowing like crazy here in MN right now, looks like a snow globe was shook up!

[Fragglemuppet]

OoC: Oh man, I'm jealous!

Alright boys, ready to head out?
Wembley: Yep, ready to go!
Gobo: Yeah, ready and waiting, but what about everyone else?
Well, I guess we can start heading over, and anyone else who wants to can meet us there.
Gobo: Sounds like a plan!
Wembley: Yep, sounds good!
Alright, let's go! Gosh, I'm hungry!

*at the restaurant*

So, what're you all in the mood for?
Gobo: Gee, I'm not sure.
Wembley: Well I know what I want; one of those Greek salads! Or maybe I should try something different...
Do you want to get a large Greek salad and split it?
Wembley: Yeah, that sounds good! Can we get it with extra raddishes?
But of course!
Gobo: CCould I have some as well?
Sure! We'll split it three ways. And then I think I'll have a piece of spinach pie with a side of rice, and lemonade to drink. Anything else for you two?
Gobo: Nope, all I want is some of that salad! How 'bout you, Wembley?
Wembley: Yep, that's all I want, too.
Alright then, that's settled. *turning to Beth* So Beth, how've you been? How was your Christmas, busy?
Gobo: *turning slightly to face Red* So..Red..what's hapenin'? How's the..um..swimming goin'? *so desperate to find something to say to her, he doesn't consider that it's the dead of winter, and there is little or no swimming*

[The Count]

*Sitting down to eat at the booth table. Hmm... What to order...

UD: Bowl of clam chowder and a plate of meatloaf for me.
Count: I'll have the garlic shrimp filled lasagna with 7-layer salad.
UD: I'll never understand how you can eat that thing.
Me: Think I'll go with a hot New Orleans hamburger, bacon and shrooms and some peppers, with French fries and horse radish dipping sauce.
*All order refillable glasses of Sprite or black cherry Figgy Fizz.

Hey Mokey... Drawn anything interesting lately?
*Count starts silently counting seconds while listening to the conversation around him.
*Uncle D hexcuses himself to go wash his claws.

Snowing at home Beth? It's been cold and rainy down by our place lately.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *quietly wanders into the restaurant and hiding a batch of M&M-filled cookies in her purse to give the others later* Hi, you guys. =) The others said they were gonna be a little late...you know, musicians and band practice...how's everyone doing?

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: *opens the door for him and Waldo to come into the restaurant*

Waldo: *flies in and sets his bag of Skittles down on a nearby table*

Digit: Oh, hello, everyone!

Waldo: Hi! We got your note!

Digit: The others are going to join us later... Last time I checked, TG and Lips were practicing and Lindbergh was fixing the plumbing...

Waldo: Yeah, and Cait's still has that cold/sinus problem, so she might be late, too.

Dight: Yes... *nods silently* So, how is everyone?

[Fragglemuppet]

Hi Spamela! I'm doin' alright! How are you?
Gobo: Oh, hi Spamela.
Wembley: Hi.
Oh, black cherry figgie fizz. I'll have to try some of that when this lemonade is empty.
Oh, by the way Ed, I just finally got around to watching Letters to Santa last night, and now I know where your current forum signature comes from!
Oh, hi Digit and Waldo! Glad you could make it! Kait's still not feeling well? Yeah, I was sick a few weeks ago, and it was no fun at all!

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *looks up and tilts her head* Oh, hi Kate, Gobo, and Wembly. *smiles* I'm doing super well...although lifeguard duty has fell into a sort of...um, what's the word--slump for the past couple of weeks. *absentmindedly sits beside Uncle Deadly*

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: here sinuses are most likely acting up. You know, with this skind of weather for allergists and people with asthma... *trying to decide what to order*

Waldo: Uh-huh. *flies over to Kate's table* She's been coughing some too, but she's getting better. *to the two Fraggles* Hi, guys! Nice to finally see you two in person!

[The Count]

UD: Oh hello Miss Spamela. *Tucks his tail beneath him.
Me: Digit... Glad to see you. So, finally figure out the meaning of Christmas?
Count, to Kate: Yes... We have the songs from the special if you want them. But Prawny probably already took care of that.
Me: Not sure what new quote to use for the New Year though.

*Offers some small peppermints to the rest of the group.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *glances over her shoulder blankly and then stifles a frightened gasp* Oh, um, hi Uncle Deadly... *giggles nervously and then starts unbuttoning her jacket and draping it around the edge of her chair* *forgot to change out of her beach attire as usual*

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: *nods* Indeed I have, Ed... *notices Spamela* O_O ... *clears his throat* I... hear that your job isn't going that well, Spamela... it must be hard...

Waldo: *to Wembley* I brought some Skittles with me. Wanna share them later?

[The Count]

So... Anybody erm... *Tries to make small talk but fails miserably. *Not sure what to say... *Lost in own thoughts.

*Person arrives with the meals already ordered, asks the newer dormies what they want to eat. :hungry:

*Goes over to get some Muppet music or other generally acceptable music playing to ease the mood. Any requests? :sing:

[AnimatedC9000]

Digit: Oh, um... I'll have the special with some water.

Waldo: I've never had radish bars before... may I have an order of virtual radish bars and a virtual Sprite? Please? O_O

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *glancing at her reflection in a spoon and then nodding sadly at Digit* What with the awful weather and all... *sighs* *stares up at the waiter and chews on her tongue for a moment* Ummmmm...I'll...I'll have...uhhhhhh...ummmmm... *goes on like that for about a century* ...can I have a salad please?

[redBoobergurl]

Red: *to Gobo* Well um, the indoor pool is nice for me to keep up with my swimming. I miss swimming outside though. I like playing in the snow though too. How are things with you?
Mokey: Yes Gobo, have you heard much from your uncle Matt?
*Red rolls her eyes and sighs loudly at this statement partly out of annoyance at the mention of Uncle Matt, but also at Mokey for interrupting her conversation with Gobo*

At the other end of the table
Beth: What are you eating Wanda?
Wanda: Tuna fish sandwich. How about you?
Beth: I'm thinking a burger.
Abby: Grilled cheese for me please! Hey, that rhymed! *giggles*

[The Count]

*Waiter nods and leaves to get the orders.

*Returning to the booth table...
You know Spamela. Red works at keeping the dorms' pool house's main pools clean and warm. It doesn't have much of a beach, but you could probably lifeguard there until people start going back to the sunny shores.

*UD looks at Count nervously for a second, then plunges back down into his soup.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: O_O Really? I didn't know the dorms had a pool. That sounds like a fabulous idea, though; I could tan--I mean, train there more too for when the real action happens at the beach. *playing with her hair* And hey--maybe I could give swimming lessons too. *smiles vaguely and then looks over at Uncle Deadly in confusion* Are you drowning?

[The Count]

Count: Huh? *Is thrown by Abby and Spamela having the same voice. *Shrugs it off.
Me: Yes, the dorms has an inner pool area. Red and Beth have the keys, you can ask her for one.
UD: Erm... *Looks up at Spamela's face. No? *Bubbles in his soup bowl, a short snort that escaped.

*Asks :zany: for another Sprite. You want some of these fries Beth? Been meaning to ask... Is there going to be a chorus/caroll sing tomorrow? Would be nice to hear some singing from Kate and Wanda and the others again.

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: Okay...I will-- *shyly turns to Red and Beth* Um, can I please have a-- *her food is set down* Hold that thought. O_O *starts eating slowly, albeit in a graceful way and then stares over at Uncle Deadly again* Are you sure you're not drowning? I didn't get my lifeguard diploma for nothing, you know. And you look very blue; oh my gosh! Are you having trouble breathing?

[The Count]

UD, thinking: *Should I tell her?* Erm, well... The thing is... *Can't speak or spook for that matter either. *Thinks "Help! What do I say? Honestly say "no" and lose the chance, or say "yes" and then make her angry?" *Twitches and just goes on bubbling/snorting sporadically into his soup. :embarrassment:

[WhiteRabbit]

Spamela: *still watching Uncle Deadly in concern and bumps her foot into his shin lightly by accident* Oh...um, sorry... *looks down at her plate*

[Winslow Leach]

Tony enters, and slowly walks to the table with his fellow dormies. His jaw is puffy, and he has a bandage that starts under his chin, and ends in a knot tied around his head. It's very hard for him to speak, which is a *good* thing...

Tony: Hey guysh. Kate! How are you? Thank you show much for inviting ush! (gives Kate a hug, and sits down) Shorry I'm late. I jusht came from the dentisht, and...well, letsh jusht shay he was a little too eager to work on my mouth. I hope you don't mind...he inshishted on coming with me...

Lefty kicks open the door; he wears a white dentist's smock, facemask and rubber gloves. In his top pocket are a couple of nasty-looking dentist tools.

Lefty: Da doctor is in! (to a passing waiter, who looks nothing like Grover) 'Ey Grover, gimme a Dr. Pepper, pronto! And don't be stingy wit da pepper! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Tony: I know, I know...he wash the only one who could "fix" my tooth at such short notish...

Lefty grabs a chair from a neighboring table, and plops himself down in the middle of the action.

Lefty: What's new, pussycats? Spammy, lookin' sharp dere! Where is dat waiter? I ordered a Dr. Pepper ten seconds ago! So what's everyone talking about? Me? Were youse all wonderin' where I was? Were ya all worried I wouldn't show up? Nah. A course I was gonna! I was busy woikin' on da Slug's mout' over ere, and completely lost track of da time. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!