Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *flexes* You can't buy these guns on the black market you know.
Uncle Deadly: *shocks Ryan* That is MORE than enough of that.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(group walks past, with ice cream cones in hand)

Erin: (flavor: raspberry-chocolate-mint) Gee, I didn't know the dorms had rooftop accomodations.
Nora: (flavor: strawberry swirl) Me neither...and why is the chimney all broken?
Storyteller: (flavor: chocolate-Doozer stick jumble) Oh, well, at the dorms, nothing really comes as a surprise.
Erin: I thought I heard someone yelling at Ryan - I hope he hasn't turned into a werewolf or anything.
Storyteller: Oooh, yes, imagine returning to find an epidemic of lycanthropy in the dorms.
Nora: And it'd cost a fortune to fix all the furniture.

 

[The Count]

Scooter, returning: Flavor: Orange-pineapple sherbet: Nah... My uncle wouldn't mind about it. He's got the whole place insured for any kind of Muppet-inflicted destruction.

*Inside... That chimney's coming out of your check from T*K*O Prawnidew.
Now let's just have a good dinner... If what the Chef made can be called good...

 

[BEAR]

(A flock of pigeons from the rooftop land at the window of the dining room cooing for scraps)

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:

*Gets out of car and notices the broken chimeny being replaced* Geebus, must have been Ryan again. I swear one day that boy might get himself killed but who am I to talk? *Remembers being turned into a boy, having been pied alive, and being shocked to death*

I wonder how Eddie and company are doing...I guess I should not have passed by but boy do I miss this place. *Smiles* Tired...Beaker lived so far away too! Geez!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <crawls up onto the roof> Hey, Robin?
Chef: De teensy hoppity-hop-hop at de bookende skurl de skurl.
Lisa: ...I knew that.
Chef: Du sayen, nope!
Lisa: ...Anyway. Think Robin's got any crayons up here?
Chef: ...Mm... De teensy hoppity-hop-hop nopity de marky crayons.
Lisa: You're kidding. A five year old doesn't have crayons?
Chef: Nope!
Lisa: ...Chef?
Chef: Shmergle?
Lisa: Did you cook Robin's crayons?
Chef: ...Um de hur de hur de... nope!
Lisa: ...Uhhhhhh huh.
Chef: De sautee.
Lisa: CHEF!
Chef: Yeppen de hopshky borgle zee-son-ing. Schmecken de goot!
Lisa: <Groans>...
Chef: Myr da du de marky-crayons nelooken?
Lisa: ...Believe it or not, I have a homework assignment to color.
Chef: In de smartsky huppen de uni?
Lisa: Yes. A coloring assignment in college. And I don't have any crayons or colored pencils or markers or-
Chef: <hands Lisa markers>
Lisa: <Looks at markers> Chef- these are for a dry-erase board!
Chef: <shrug> Meken de yumminy yummers soos, du neeben da markies nope...
Lisa: Ah- no, that's okay, I can use 'em. I... don't think they'd make that great of a sauce.
Chef: Zuiten doosie!

 

[The Count]

Hah... The team's all signed up.
Count: Vonderful! 6, 6 fabulous friends forming the superb committee team!
Yes... You know, I wonder if Lisa's not feeling well.
Count: Vhat do you mean?
Well... Today's a Wednesday... And she's logged on... Clearly marking her existance today.
Uncle Deadly: Ah... No worries there, I've hexperienced her existential fluxing more than once. So if she's here today, that's more of a hexception than the norm.
Too true. You think she knows Melissa's Reflections in Foam fanfic has given us origin chapters for her roomies?
Uncle D: No, but she'll frightfully know now it's been said. Come, let's see if we can haunt up some dinner, what with those crazy kids living on the roof needing their meals for their torture sessions. Torture sessions which I cherish so.

 

[BEAR]

In the garden...

Stinky: It's been such a hot day. I hope someone comes by to water me.

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *on the roof* Gonzo, I need to test vectors.
Gonzo: Who's Victor?
Ryan: No, no, VECTORS. It's a physics thing.
Gonzo: Oh, okay. How can I help?
Ryan: Feel that breeze?
Gonzo: Yup!
Ryan: *pushes Gonzo off roof* Now, let's see how much the breeze affects your--*Gonzo lands in the pool, splashing water on Stinky* ...Okay, not so much.
Gonzo: WHOO! I love homework! HAHA!

 

[Leyla]

<Leyla stands watching over Gonzo splashing around in the pool. She turns to gaze at Prawnie>

Wanda: Why, Leyla! Is that a tear in your eye?
Leyla: <blinks it away> Oh, I uh...
Jimmy: She were helping him with his vectorin'. Ah guess they do grow up so very fast. She shor is a sensitive type.
Wanda: Oh, that's so sweet. You're so proud of Prawnie!
Leyla: It's not really that...
Wanda: Oh, so what is it?
Leyla: Gonzo just borrowed my brand new watch.
Wanda: .... oh.
Jimmy: .... oh. That were a nice one.