Hensonville City 2011

Fozzie: Is there any cake left?
Ru: The triple-chocolate truffle cake, the banana split cake or the lemon-coconut chiffon cake?
Fozzie: Um...yes?
Ru: Um...yes. What'll you have?
Fozzie: Some of each.
Ru: Coming right up.
Fozzie: Is there any soda left?
Ru: No. There's...er...limeade--not so good with cake, s0me root beer and some stuff from Gina and Newsie. How do you feel about ginger ale?
Fozzie: Suspicious.
Ru: No, honey. Real ginger ale. Want some? I think there's still ice in the bath tub.
Piggy: (sailing into the room in a cloud of steam, a huge Turkish towel piled on her head) Not anymore! Oh--cake! How lovely! Thank vous!
Fozzie (starting to protest but thinking better of it when Ru winks at him and deftly dishes him up another heaping stack of cake) Um, yeah. Cake.
Kermit: (wandering in rubbing his neck) Did I hear you say cake?
Ru: The joy of leftovers.
Kermit: Um, any appetizers left?
Ru: Define appetizers.
Kermit: Any of those, um, mini-quiches? The ones with the--
Ru: (interrupting him) I know the ones you mean. Surprisingly, those were all leftover after the party. Not a big hit with the crowd. There all yours, Kermit, dear.
Fozzie: Um, I'll take a couple.
Piggy: Ugh.
Ru: (gently) People like what they like, Piggy.
Piggy: (eating cake and watching Kermit) True. Very true.
Ru: So, when are you going to "spa"? That was a pretty nice little present from Countie and his minions.
Piggy: (snorting) Don't let Deadly hear you calling him a minion. Things could get ugly.
Ru: Nonsense. He's always been a perfect gentleman. Did you see my lovely flowers? (points to spray of flowers on the center of table) Those were from Ed and Deadly and company.
Piggy: (plucking a daisy from the centerpiece) They are lovely. And I will say that Deadly never leaves the apartment without his scales shined. Well, I can't spa tomorrow. Maybe Saturday. Want to come have a mani-pedi with me?
Ru: Have to teach. Thanks all the same.
Kermit: How's school coming?
Ru: The teaching part of the writing papers part?
Kermit: Both, I guess.
Ru: Teaching great. Paper writing is slow.
Fozzie: But you love to write, Ru. You're always writing something on that laptop of yours.
Kermit: Yeah--about that. I've been meaning to ask you--again. What is it you write about all the time?
Ru: Whoo--look at the time. Gotta catch some zzzzs. (She sprints for her bedroom.)
Kermit: (making a scrunchy face) One day I'm gonna find out.

Wayne: I don't care for this singer or her lyrics. I'm telling you, pop music just isn't the same. These days, any teenybopper airhead can walk into a supermarket and emerge with a contract. In my day, we worked to get our music heard by the right people.

Floyd: Really?

Wayne: Of course. Didn't you?

Floyd: Nah. I was a street mime. One day some dude in a suit shoved me into the back of a limo, and waved a piece of paper in my face. Told me to sign on the dotted line, so I did. Next day, I was playin' bass for the Mayhem.

Wayne: Are...are you telling me the truth?

Floyd: No. *laughs*

Dr. Teeth: -starts the slow clap- Good one, man! XP

Sam: I can't believe you people... -_-

Zoot: -pokes head out- Wait...uhhh, you think I like her for the music, Butkus? Man, you're whack.

Wayne: If by "whack," you mean I am correct, than yes. Yes, I am "whack."

Floyd: *cackles*

Wayne: Not everything in life is a laughing matter. Don't you know that by now?

Floyd: *laughs*

Wayne: Take a bath, hippie!

Floyd: *laughs* Great comeback, man.

Wayne: You saw my comeback show? Which one?

Floyd: *laughs*

Wayne: What year? '77? '99? Any of the ones in between? I've done several every year since I was fired from The Muppet Show. The most recent one was Monday. Is that the--

Floyd: *laughs*

Wayne: What are you...why are you...?

Floyd: *cackles*

Wayne: Argh! walks out of room.

walking into Apt. 2 Hi everyone.
Prairie: Hi! I have 2 questions.
Shoot. grabbing a drink from the fridge
Prairie: Did the nerve blockage work this time?
Well, I thought it had. But my head is starting to hurt again. . Next question?
Prairie: Was your doctor Dracula?
Huh? Oh..you mean this thing touching the bandage on the right side of my neck VERY funny, Prairie! No...my doctor wasn't Dracula and I didn't get bitten by any vampires. This is where I got the injections.
*I get the same reaction from her, Rosita,Chef and Grover*
OUCH!!!!!
Yeah..OUCH! Plus a few other words that I won't repeat.
Chef :Su nu need tu put out garlik tu keep away der vampires?
laughing Nope. I'm fine. Fix your usual meal tonight Chef.

Chef: Don't werry guys..I'll meke yu all mini' Chef's tunite when my littul helpur gets hoom frum skool und if he duzzn't hefe hoomwerk. Ms. McCook wuz purty tho.
Robin doesn't usually have homework on Fridays Chef. And do we have a bit of a crush going on?
Chef: Hush up missy! And nu I don't hefe a crush on her!
Uh huh..says you
Robin comes in the door taking his raincoat off Hi everyone! Ugh..it's raining out! Hi Mom! kissing me then noticing the bandage on my neck Oh no! Are you all right?
Hi honey. I'm fine...it's from that procedure I had done this morning.
Robin: Did it work this time?
No such luck. Then again my head could be hurting from the rain.
Robin: I hope it's just from the rain. That bandage looks like you got bit by a vampire.
That's what Prairie thought my doctor was. She had thought my doctor might have been Dracula.
Robin: That's silly! Chef..did you still need help with those mini Chef cookies?
Chef : Ja ..if yu wantid.
Robin: Yep..I do!

*OOC* Someone in here made a video for youtube called "Swedish Chef Got Married" I know you don't get you tube so I'll describe it to you. It's kind of like an oldies song wondering who Chef got married to since he's now sporting a wedding ring. They're singing about how Chef and his new bride are happily making Swedish meals together & are in love (nothing kinky or anything like that) but it's cute.
And VERY funny about my dr. being Dr.Acula! you clowns. Or even the doctors from Scrubs! I've been watching Grey's Anatomy lately.(I didn't even realize it was on until I was flying to NY on Jet Blue where they have TVs. So to pass the time I started watching the Lifetime channel & lo & behold Grey's Anatomy was on! So I was watching that.)

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Blue: Chick-en. Yip. Yip yip. *fully engrossed in playing with a leftover bit of crepe streamer*
Pink: Aww? *looks up from center of leftover coconut cake, dribbles of toasty coconut shreds falling from his wide mouth* Chick-en?
Blue: Yiiiip yip yip yip. Chick-en.
*Pink grabs one end of the crepe streamer and tugs. Blue tugs back. All-out war ensues in the middle of the cake*
Blue: Awww! Nope! nope nope nope!
Pink: Yip! Yip yip yip chick-en! Chick-en!

Ah geez. Cleanup on aisle nine...

Hey, is there any of that fantastic coco...nut... Never mind.
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watching Must Love Cats in my room with Gaffer curled up next to me and purring.There's a knock on the door and Rosita peeks her head in
Rosita: Kathy..have you seen...oh there she is! I was wondering where Gaffer was. She was in here the whole time I guess.
How long have you been looking for her?
Rosita: About a half hour. I thought she got out, but Robin looked outside and didn't see her. I'll let everyone know that Gaffer's safe in here with you.How are you feling?
About the same. You would think these nerve blocking procedures would work by now.
Rosita: They'll figure out something. Don't worry.
Thanks Rosita. At least I don't have cancer and have to go for chemotherapy every day.
Rosita: Good way of thinking of it. petting Gaffer and then leaving

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*pacing apt angrily*

Er...what's going on?

Rhonda: Shhh! She had a bad morning.

Oh. Um, anything we can do?

Thanks Newsie. I'll be fine. Just had a dream which I really hope isn't a premonition, and then come here to find out someone's been banned from the site over nothing. I'll get over it. Wanna come out and get some chocolate wine with me?

Uh...I don't really drink much...Ooof!

Rhonda *elbowing him* YES we'd LOVE to ride along. Such a nice day out. Let me get my sunhat and scarf.

Cool. I'm also scoping out Easter noms for my buddies here. At least one chocolate bunny WILL be purchased.

Uh...those things kind of creep me out.

Really? Why?

It's the icing eyeballs. It's just...weird.

Rhonda: Right. And fuzzy skin is NOT weird.

Felt is a naturally occuring variation common to many Muppets!

Rhonda: Whatever. *smooths down her fur* Just no chocolate rats, okay?

Okay. No chocolate rats. Though maybe some FOR the rat, hm?

Rhonda: NOW you're talking.

*follows them out, frowning* ...chocolate RATS??
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*Rhonda is laying on a freestanding hammock outside the townhouse in a sunny spot*

Pink *fanning her, looking confused* Cat? Awww?

Rhonda: CAT? WHAT? *looks around, sees nothing* Oh...right. Sure, kid. Cat. Just keep fanning, okay? Not so fast.

Blue: Mm. Fan. Fan...blow! *mimics electric fan* Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Mm! Yip yip!
Pink: Yip yip yip. Fan...cat.

Rhonda: Sure boys. Like they'd know a cat from a cow anyway... *she adjusts her sunhat and shades and slips her bikini straps down a little to negate any tan lines*

Blue: AwwwAWWaww! Cat! Mn yip yip yip yip yip!
Pink: Yip yip yip uh huh! Cat! Yip yip!

Rhonda: Why'd ya stop fanning? C'mon guys, it's not that hard a -- *sees Gaffer crouched in a nearby windowsill* Yaaaagghh!

Pink *observing chase scene* Awww! Cow. Yip yip. Cow.
Blue *as Gaffer runs by* MoooooOOOOO!
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Chef : Su do yu get my speshul meat lofe tunite with a side uv peas und lima beans or did yu vote for me?
Chef,come on! Votes are supposed to be kept private!
Chef: Okee..I'm sorry. I think Kermit wus supposed tu get more votes then me ennyway.
Awww..don't be like that. A LOT of people think you're funny! Everyone here sure does!
Chef: Thanks! Su wen are yu going tu Disney Werld?
A week from today. It should be fun seeing my little nephew's reactions to the life sized Disney characters. Hopefully he doesn't get scared. He's only used to seeing them on TV. And I'm hoping my 4 year old niece doesn't start acting up again. I honestly can't take her attitude anymore.
Chef: Yu can't say anything tu her parents?
Nope. I need to butt out.
Chef sigh then pats me on the back Poor Kethy
Thanks Chef.

Zoot: -wanders in, wearing a black hat-

Sam: What the--? Is that new?

Zoot: -nod-

Ailie: Cool hat, Zoot! It kinda looks like Judge Doom's!

Zoot: Thank-- ...eh. -_-

Ailie: -suddenly wearing a strait-jacket-
-in a high-pitched voice- Time to kill the raaaabbit... @_@ EEHEHEHE!

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yawwwwnnn...

Rhonda: What's with the long face?

Cute. Cute joke.
Just enjoying a sleepy day. Was up all night writing, and probably will be again tonight! I am determined to get the next chapter done tonight.

Rhonda *peering at laptop on bed* Uh...does Newsie know you have a new crush?

Crushed what? Oh, did you need help prepping dinner? I'm good with a garlic press.

Um...sure. Dinner. Sounds good. *hissing at Rhonda* It's not a crush! I just think he's cute. Believe me, if Newsie was open to anything...

Opening what? The new bottle of olive oil? Ooh, are we having your marinara tonight?

Sure!

Rhonda: You gonna make the first move or what?

You think I should?

Rhonda: Well HE sure as heck wouldn't know a kiss from a crescent roll...

Crescent rolls too? Can we make 'em like garlic bread?

Absolutely. *watches Newsie remove his tie and coat and roll up his sleeves* sigh...

Rhonda: You're BOTH pathetic. Call me when the food's ready.
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Wayne: Why don't you grow up?

Floyd: Me?

Wayne: No, the other hippie in the room.

Floyd: Zoot? He ain't here. I don't think. Maybe he's sleepin' under a bed.

Wayne: Why don't you grow up?

Floyd: Didn't you just say that?

Wayne: What's it like to be a no good, lazy lump who sleeps all day?

Floyd: I dunno. What's it like?

Wayne: Well, it's not all that bad. One time I was in bed until six in the evening. Golly, that was--wait a minute!

Floyd: *laughs*

Sam: -pokes head out- Wayne Cornelius Butkus needs sleep to have energy to entertain and astound us all! If he wants to sleep for seventy-two hours to freshen up, he's at perfect liberty to!

Dr. Teeth: I thought people sleep 'cause...y'know, it keeps 'em alive.

Sam: Hush!

Dr. Teeth: =P

Sam: -to Floyd- Don't you dare...dare compare Wayne to that common, sax-playing deadbeat.

~In Wanda's room...~

Zoot: -watching TV- Heh heh heh...oh, that Squiggy...

Wayne: You listen to Sam, hippie! Not that I...sleep for seventy-two hours or anything...

Floyd: You do, man.

Wayne: Eh?

Floyd: You walk around this place like a zombie in your silk pajamas. In the afternoon. *laughs*

Wayne: Are you saying I sleepwalk?

Floyd: Nah. You get some water or sardines or somethin', then go back to bed. And you think I'm lazy.

Wayne: *looks to Sam for help*

Wanda: Zoot, the TV's not on.