"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Beauregard]

*yells down* Yeah, there's something dark, and weird and creepy... and it's not Jana's nappy this time.

 

[The Count]

The hands of time stroll onwards... Bo falls through the shadowy sphere, finding it to be not much more than the hole in the ceiling Biggy failed to fix. But he landed on his wallet upon the couch downstairs, so the head of the Moppet main branch came to no harm at all.

Ivan Mothball awoke to find himself transported upon the deck of a sinisterly shimmering silver sailing ship. Spiderwebbings gummed up the mast holding the ghost sheet sails in place. Grinning little skulls provided beams of suffused light from their blank eyesockets into the gloom of the cabins below. Voices familiar to him called out or where they merely entoning a hushed conversation, the student couldn't tell one way or the other. He would find out the source of the dialogue most intriguing, as it would affect his new lovelife to the very marrow of his quickly chilled bones.

So who's vessel is this? And where are they heading off to? Tune in next time we decide to give you a sneak peak.
*OOC: Hope it's OK to develop a bit of a Moppet fic here rather than in full-blown thread of its own. Find it refreshing and less constraining than writing a fic in it's own thread. But if there are objections, LMK and I'll clean the mess away. Er um, or I'll call some janitor friend from the Benny Vanderghast instead.

 

[Beauregard]

(OOC: Oh that's fine! It should be a great way for you to intigrate within the thread/story/etc concidering that all your loyal sidekicks -- *cough* Christy where art thou? *end cough* are missing.)

Father: Oh THERE'S my wallet. I can stop using the money I *ahem* borrowed from Kyle's piggy-bank now.

 

[The Count]

*The face of Kyle's piggy bank, broken off by Bo when he attempted to um, borrow that money from him, looks at Mr. Moppet with sad Piggy eyes as if to say "How could you?" No matter what he does, those azure eyes haunt him. Will this little fit of torture drive him mad? Or will he do something crazy and unexpected like develop a craving for wheat and candy cane flavored lollipops? Or does his cure lie in voting for a certain swine divine in the 2007 Muppet presidential elections?

Who knows what lurks in the hearts of Moppets... The Bo knows!
And maybe not even him at times.

 

[Erine81981]

*looks through the hole in the celing* Why did you brake my piggy bank? That was a gift from my great Aunt Matilda. She's really the only one who understands me. Since my mom is her mom. I go to her when i need advice for stuff that i don't understand. She's reallly a nice woman. I really love her. Oh by the way. What happened up there?

 

[The Count]

Oh... So you go to your aunt Matilda when you have stuff you don't understand... Like your mom being her mom too?

Meanwhile, the eeriest of seafaring crafts prepares to shove off from the silent wharf, unseen disembodied hands dragging supplies onboard.

 

[Erine81981]

Oh... So you go to your aunt Matilda when you have stuff you don't understand... Like your mom being her mom too?

That's what i said wasn't it Mr. Narrator! *places hands on hips*

 

[The Count]

So wait... Your mom's your aunt's mom too... Wouldn't that make your aunt your sister? Guess it all goes back to trying to be your own grandpa as sung in that immortal ballad recorded by the Gogolala Jubilee Jugband.

 

[Erine81981]

Whoops. I see what your saying. I meant to say she's my aunt and that's my mom's sister. Better then the other way. Sorry bout not explaing it better Mr. Narrator sir. *goes back to watching tv in Vic's old room*

 

[The Count]

That's OK Kyle... Wonder if the Playstation's there or if they junked it for the newer model. Oh well, he'll keep busy enough...