Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[BEAR]

Bert: (knocks on Erin's door) I hope she's home. Oh hi, Erin.
Ernie: Hi there, Erin...and friends! Khekhekhe!
Bert: We just wanted to see if Scooter was feeling better and if he enjoyed those books.
Ernie: Hey, Beige. Did you hear about Bunsen holding the exploding kiwis? Guess you could now call him a "bunsen burner"! Khekhekhe!
Bert: Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!
Cookie: (peaking in the door) That coookies me smell?

 

[The Count]

UD: Nora suggested a song for the story...
Yes, but nor do I know that one nor do I happen to have the lyrics.
*Whispering: Besides, the tone of the epilogue is to show some smoothing over between Sara and Scooter, while he's thinking back to the other thing that happened at the reception.
Uncle Deadly nods in silent ascent. Yes, you'll need something for that all fright. Not too much though, this is MC after all.
Fright, that's why I haven't posted.

Count: Ed, have you decided on vhat to do regarding...
Yeah, I'll keep working on the profiles of the haunters at the castle. Thought it'd be easier to maybe go a more simplistic route of either little bat ornaments or even bottlecap/logo designs. Heh, maybe there'll be a few suggestions from my friends at that new Facebook wall-et I opened up.

Oh well, come on, we have an errand to run... Get some of our extra sugar and flour off to Erin. Unless Bert and Ernie with a delivery from Hooper's beat us to it.
*All laugh as they check up on the rest of the dorms.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(some time earlier)

(knock at the door)

Scooter: I'll get it. (opens door) Oh, hey, thanks, guys! (calls to kitchen) Erin, you don't have to run out to the store - Ed and the others just brought some extra sugar and flour over here!
Erin: (coming to door) Thank heavens and thank you. (takes bags) As payment, you will get some of the first batch of cookies.

(later but not quite sooner)

Erin: Beige, what's the status on those chocolate mint cookies?
Beige: First pan's almost done.
Erin: That's good. Here's the next pan to go in. Scooter, would you soften up a few sticks of butter for the orange-cranberry-chip ones?
Scooter: Salted or unsalted?
Erin: Unsalted. Just zap it for a few seconds at a time, okay? Nora, would you start measuring out some dry ingredients?
Nora: Are we doing a single batch or a double?
Erin: Seeing how these dorms eat, better make it a double. (oven beeps)
Beige, would you get that?
Beige: (grabs oven mitt and slides pan from oven) Somebody get the next pan, please?
Storyteller: (slides next pan in) There we are. I'll start cooling these and slathering the mint icing on them. And I'll set some aside for Ed and the Count and Uncle Deadly.
Nora: And we'd better save some for Cookie Monster and Bert and Ernie, of course.

(still later, when Ernie, Bert and Cookie Monster are at the door)

Scooter: Hi, guys, thanks for dropping in. (hands them a basket) Here, Bert, the books you lent me are in there, and so is Ernie's yoyo. And we've been making cookies, so we put some in for you, Cookie Monster. They're chocolate mint.
Beige: (to Ernie) Well, I did hear that pineapples could be a bit dangerous, but kiwis - that's something else entirely.
Erin: (voice calling from kitchen) All right, first batch of cranberry-orange-chip is ready to go. Nora, take that basket of chocolate mints off to room 1, won't you?
Nora: Will do. (heads for room 1 with basket of cookies in hand)

 

[The Count]

*Knock at the door. Now who could that be?
*Opens to find Nora... Or should I say little Blue Riding Hood?
Mmm, thank you and send our thanks to Erin for these delicious desserts.
Count: Yes, now I get to count the cookies...
And then we get to eat them.
*Sets a chocolate mint cookie aside for Fatatatita.

*Hugs Nora and bids her a good night.

 

[BEAR]

Cookie: (oogling over the chocolate mint cookies) Cookies? Cooookieees! (devours the entire batch given to him) Yummy!
Ernie: Well, those went fast.
Cookie: (not satisfied gets more excited about all the baking going on in the room) More...?
(Ernie and Bert grab him)
Bert: Steady...
Ernie: Cookie Monster, try to control yourself!
Cookie: But me so overwhelmed! So many delicious smells! Me want coookies!
Bert: Ernie, hold onto him!
Ernie: I'm trying but he's so strong!
Cookie: MEEEE NEEEEED COOOOOKIEEEES! (goes crazy!)
Ernie: Cookie, no!

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: Aw, thanks, guys. I'll pass the compliments along to the others.

(meanwhile)

Erin: Update on the cranberry-orange ones?
Scooter: They're starting to brown at the edges.
Erin: Okay, they'll be ready to pull when the timer goes off.
Storyteller: (scooping batter for next pan) Hmm...the dough's a little difficult to scrape.
Erin: I know - one of these days I need to get an ice cream scoop.
Beige: Doesn't matter what they look like, as long as they taste good. (looks up) Sounds like the first batch has been suddenly devoured.
Erin: (laughs softly) And why am I not surprised? (pause) At least we've got the third pan of chocolate mint on standby, plus the ones we're working on at the moment.
Scooter: Want me to...?
Erin: (pause) Okay, but be careful. (Scooter takes another plate of chocolate mints out to the sitting room)

 

[BEAR]

Be careful, Ed, if you are giving that cookie to Fatatita. If cats are anything like dogs, the chocolate might not be good for her.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
*Sprawled on her bed in a suit and a rose in her hand*

Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view
Chances are you think that I'm in love with you
Just because my composure sort of slips
The moment that your lips meet mine
Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine

In the magic of moonlight when I sigh, "Hold me close, dear"
Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes

Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good

Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes
Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good

The chances are your chances are . . . awfully good..

Bunsen:
I came in at a wrong time...
*Clears throat*

Dr. Van Neuter:
I'm married...
*Coughs*

Beaker:
Mee.

Claudia:
Leave me...
*Puts on a Charles Chaplin mustache and wiggles her nose*

Dr. Van Neuter:
Someone has gone a little nuts.

Claudia:
I saw a lolipop!
Want some tatertots?
I GO FOP!

Bunsen:
Something in your brain has certainly popped!

Beaker:
MEEFLOP!

 

[The Count]

Thanks Bry... But no worries, she's a good cat, a girl cat, a black cat, and a well-behaved cat. She likes an occasional sweet of chocolate now and then, just like the bats themselves. That reminds me, gotta go buy some stock from Penny Candyman's or at Hooper's tomorrow for this first frightfest Friday.

The only concern I have is keeping her indoors or at least with her tag and collar on Halloween weekend and the day itself. Shame what some people do to black cats that day.
*Fatatatita purrs pausedly, and then curls up a little closer knowing she'll be safe with her owners.

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *holding a meeting in the living room* Well guys, as many of you have probably realized, I've been very busy lately and not had much time to spend time with you.
Link: Who are you again?
Ryan: ...My point exactly. Anyway, I've got to finish my homework tonight and then I'm free the rest of the weekend... hopefully.
Gonzo: Well that doesn't sound very promising.
Clifford: Yeah, well neither do our health insurrence premiums.
Gonzo: Trust me, I know.
Ryan: *shakes head* So I want all of you guys in tip-top shape for our weekend of fun!
Sam: Yes! And who better than me to get these weirdos into the tip-top shape you require!
Gonzo: I could think of a few choice others.
Clifford: Me too.
Camilla: Brawk.
Link: Huh?
Ryan: Good grief... I'm back to my homework.