Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Erine81981]

Letter:

Hey guys,
Sorry that we can't be there. With everything going haywire we just can't be there. We will be back soon but not to soon. Hey Bryan? Telly is doing fine. He and the other monsters are staying with me and my parents. He does miss you, Big Bird, Ernie and Bert. I also miss everyone there. But wanted to let everyone here know we are coming back but not to soon.

Your freinds,
Kyle, Herry, Murray, Grover, Telly and
Oscar the Grocuh​

 

[The Count]

Aargh... Long day, and an equally long night. Only the A's are done, still have a whole alphabet to go through...

Ryan, if you have a new Grover mug and have to use it, quit the coffee and switch to hot chocolate instead or ice cream sundaes.
Glad Fatatatita got to have some fun with Gaffer while I was cooped up in here.
Kyle must not have noticed Telly went back to Bryan's room as soon as he came back.
Hey Erin... I'll see your holly and phoenix tailfeather wand and disarming charm... And raise you a cloak of invisibility, stone of resurrection, and a unicorn's hair core wand. The bet's to you Beaker.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker: >_> Meee! *pleased with Eddie*

Bunsen: @_@ I suppose Eddie is a vampire in the wizarding world?

Claudia: OOO! That'd be awesome!

Bunsen: *gets his Lignum Vitae 16' essence of dragon whisker*

Claudia: Oh wait..I AM FORGETFUL! I do not remember anything at all. XD

Bunsen: Nice acting. *shakes head*

Beaker: @_@

 

[Gloat]

Adam: *walks into the room with shopping bag, the room is completely black only lit by a few candles around the room, apart from the candles, its pitch black* huh? *walks in further looking for the light swith, when Boppity and Gloat jumps out from the darkness*

Boppity and Gloat: GAAHHHH!

Adam: Ah! Geez! *turns on the lights then grabs them both by the necks* What are you doing?

Boppity: ....*random noise* ....

Adam: *releases grip on their throat*

Boppity: We were preparing

Adam: *lets them down* preparing for what?

Gloat: Hallowe'en!

Adam: Hallowe'en? But thats ages away

Boppity: For us it's the best day of the year

Adam: Cos your monsters?

Boppity: Exactly

Adam: Well can you not practice in here? I don't wanna have to kick you out

Gloat: But we need to practice! We need to be scary

Adam: .... Alright, but just cos i like you *smiles* but practice with each other and not with anyone else or we'll be kicked out of this place for sure

Boppity: Alright... Were we good?

Adam: ..... No, i would be more scared if you were normal for once, you do need practice

Boppity: aww... I thought we did well

Adam: Just joking, you kinda freaked me out, but dont do it again!

Gloat: We promise

Adam: Good *looks up and notices all the furniture stuck to the ceiling* ....... Please, don't even try to explain

 

[theprawncracker]

Uncle Deadly: I love modern technology.
Clifford: Why's that dude?
Uncle Deadly: *points to calmed down Ryan* Decaf coffee.
Clifford: Heh heh!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: Technology is fascinating. Were I not inspirationally useless-- it'd be just wonderful to dig into that sort of stuff. Nothing I can do at this point.

Claudia: You've been like this for days Bunnie!

Bunsen: A scientist without his creativity, leaves him a day without a single discovery made. In this case it has been days. It is like having your favorite artist having no more dance moves to use.

Claudia: Michael Jackson is my man, ok? Lay off of him...he is the KING of dance! *Gospel music starts* MMhhm! Ain't no one like him I says! Right girls?

*Random gospel girls start to sing from behind*

Bunsen: *Confused* Where did they come from? How di-

Claudia: He is divinity in motion! *snaps fingers* MMHMM! You sure ain't gonna find anotha like that brotha. He is the cosmos!

Beaker: *afraid*

Bunsen: Oh my...

Claudia: *dressed up in a long blue robe with a michael jackson book in her hand as if it was the bible* MMMHMM!

Bunsen: I am a man...so I will not slap you into sanity. Instead I'll simply stuff you into this nice machine right here that will fix up that chemical imbalance you have...*truly disturbed*

Claudia: YOU DARE DEFY MY MICHAEL?

Bunsen: Yes, I do.

Claudia: Then suffer his wrath. :3 *puts in a Jackson vid of his music clips* SUSIE GOT YOUR NUMBER! SUSIE AIN'T YOUR FRIEND! LOOK WHO GOT YOU UNDER! XD LADDALDALDA!

Bunsen: Beaker...please make her stop! D: Hush up Claudia! AT ONCE!

Beaker: *Looks up to her innocently* *Gives a hug*

Claudia: AWWWW *Carries him and huggles him madly*

Bunsen: One way to stop Claudia from rambling on about how wonderful Mr. Jackson is. : P I suppose that was an experiment in itself! I feel joyous.

Claudia: *giggling*

 

[The Count]

*Heads off to the bat-rooms for a shower, dressing up in casual clothes, and then some dinner. *Sends Batty with a message for Kathy, and another for Claudia, gripped in each of his claws, held apart so he knows which is for whom.
*Hums the tune of "Dee, Dee, Dee" as I go, towel folded in my arms and my robe over the shoulder.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: *steps out of her room casually before spotting a flying bat. She grabs hold of the message from it's little claws careful not to do any harm.* Thanks Batty! Here is an awesome little spider for you! *gives Batty a dead spider that she found nearby*

Bunsen: A message from Edward?

Claudia: yah!

Bunsen: How nice. : )

Beaker: *still in Claudia's embrace* *getting stiff from too much hugging* Meee!

Claudia: Awwww I like hugging you. You're so soft and squishy. :3

Beaker: *shakes head*

 

[Gloat]

*All three walk into the common room, Adam carrying a large shopping bag*

Gloat: ooh! What did you get?

Adam: Stuff

*all sit down in the middle of the common room, Adam opens the bag*

Adam: *starts taking things out* Got myself a Marillion CD and a new razor, and the rest of the stuff is mostly for you guys

Boppity: Aww, you didn't have to go through all that trouble

Adam: I wanted to keep you quiet for an hour or so, i had to *pulled out extra bag* Since you guys are preparing for halowe'en, i got you some facepaints, scary masks, robes...

Gloat: Wow, this is gonna be the best halowe'en ever!

Adam: As long as i dont see you the whole day, yes it will. Anyway, i also bought you a microphone since you appear to thing you're good singers

Boppity: Oh dont worry, we are *winks*

Adam: I don't believe you, you're monsters, monsters weren't supposed to sing

Boppity: But we've had lots of practice when we were on The Muppet Show

Adam: Alright, whatever, i believe you *rummaging to bottom of the bag*

Gloat: *tilts head* what you got there?

Adam: Since you've been good, well, good for your standards at least, i thought i would buy you some traditional English food!

Boppity and Gloat: English?

Adam: Fish and chips! *smiles* .... but most of it's for me *hands a bag to each of them, they opens them and stare at the food*

Boppity: It looks very greasy and fatty

Gloat: I'm trying to keep my figure at the moment, and Boppity is right, looks kinda... fatty

Adam: It's food

Gloat: He's got a point

*Both dive into there food*

Adam: Great, now i lost my appetite, and i bet everyone else in here has aswell *shakes head*

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Erin: If you've got any treacle sponge in there, Adam, I wouldn't say no to a bit of that.
Nora: Treacle sponge?
Erin: Steamed treacle pudding...I first tried it when we went to London last year. (swoons) It's heavenly with a splash of vanilla custard.
Storyteller: Judging from the way you talk about it, I don't doubt that it is delicious...so how come you haven't tried to make it?
Erin: Well, the thing is, treacle's not really available in the U.S. The closest we've got is molasses and corn syrup...but molasses is something different, and I don't like using lots of corn syrup. (goes to room, starts to rummage for binoculars)
Nora: What's going on?
Erin: It's the Perseids tonight. I'm going out into the courtyard to see if I can spot any. (emerges with binoculars and a quilt to sit on)
Storyteller: Oooh, I'll get my telescope...and did I tell you about the legend of Moony the Merggle, who tried to make rocket fuel out of old dishcloths and fermented radish soup...