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Ha, those two. *Fatatatita paws at the ball, an orange kitten already toying with the rope behind her. Count: 6, 6 cute cuddly cats in one felinius family! *Thunder clashes and lightning flashes as a floating white 6 dissipates into thin mist. *Ed leaves off to deliver some PB cookies at...

Heh, haven't done this in a while. 1 Yes, from Before You Leap, that's the reference hexactly. 2 KG, Kermie's Girl, Ruahnna's master opus found here in the fic library/section of the forums. 3 Anchor Babies, watch The Daily Show with Jon Stewart... Go to the site and search for it or any...

Aw thanks Liza. *Gives her a handful of PB cookies for her and her gang of crazies. *Uncle Deadly gets another batch out of the oven. *Fatatatita shreds through the wrapping with her claws, retrieves the gift, then purrs at Liza's feet thanking her in her own way. *Count has left back to the...

Thank you... Mmm, I love Friday the 13th, especially when it brings defrightful fic updates. Heh, saw Rowlf's plan from a mile away. Nice reference having the firm of Pork & Beans involved with the case. Mayhaps you got a wee smidge inspired by KG to include the rag Fleet works at as a...

*Prods fic with a stick. Will this schtick get you to tick off another chapter quick? Don't make me sick Jim Henson's Anchor Babies on you.

Happy Friday the 13th to everybody. So be careful, or you'll have bad luck all day through. *Count's in the kitchen serving Fatatatita a bowl of cream. *Patting the black cat. Happy birthday Fata. We'll call Kathy and see if her and Gaffer and the rest will join us for dinner... We're...

*Watching the group outside. It's nice to see them having a good time. Now come on Fatatatita, someone's got to do something about these dishes. I'll wash and you, what's that girl? Oh fright, there aren't any dishes to wash tonight. *Strokes her fur and pats her gently before letting the...

Soooo tired from all the spambot arces that have to have their passports revoked an deported out of town like the krupniks they are. Feh! *Must talk to Mayor Chapman about the issue at the next town leaders meeting.

*Finally returns home after a long day with family, and lunch at the sandwich shop. Mmm, that was a spicy meataball. Just what I needed today. Count: Did you get everything for tomorrow? Me: Yep. *Notices the outside. Sure is stormin' something awful. *Huge :)

*Fata leaps back out of reach from Kells' dogs with gothic grace. *Scoops the black cat. Don't be afraid dear. You'll have your rule on Friday. *Hugs the cat lovingly, sets her back down so she can go find Gaffer.

UD: Grandpa Alibi? Haven't heard his name since the egg-shattering incident of 1895. Mmm, how we feasted on Humpty Dumpty's yolky goodness that frabjous day. *Leaves once more into the darkness. *Ghostly echo before he's completely gone: Update your stoooories, pleeeease!

*Oooohing at the fireworks. Hey, look at the prette colors. Count: Yes... Twinkle, twinkle, little bat. How I wonder where you're at. UD: Off to paint the white roses red, and maybe frame the Ace, His Grace. *Evil smirk.

Yaey that you've got it pretty much jotted down for where to go next. South Park parody? Which one? There are so many... The only thing I can pull off the top of my head at the moment is the 200th Episode, that and the Scooby-Doo parody starring Corn. Oh, and I've got no idea where this is...

Mystery box? That one of the kind that you headbomp to make a growth mushroom pop out of it or some other power-up like a 1-up green mushroom, flying feather, or fire flower? I'll trade you for this sky blue canister marked with either a letter E, L, or M if you want. The bit with Robin was...

More to the point, what happened to Humphrey and Ingrid? Maybe Gina's babysitting. Maybe the vet practice's going through a lull and she needs some extra cash. :p

Can send you all of these, just need your addy first though.

Heh, thanks for that Aly. :) UD: Oh come on... Who's your reading teacher, Irma Pinsk? She only gets really scary if someone takes a book out of the Restricted Section without a permission signed by one of the other teachers. *HP reference.

*Humming to a familiar tune... Stormy night. Everything's all fright. On my way... To where I know all the ghosties I meet. *Sigh. UD: Anything wrong? Me: Just trying to envision a couple of potential additions, they're not coming to me. UD: Anyone I know? Me: Well... One's Edward...

:D: Too true, too true. But "gambling on the score" has a better punning sound to it, if you catch the joke. Of corpse, that's once I throw the jokes away. Lew: And the jokes come back to me! Aaaah. Seriously, more please?

Ah... Needed a good bit of fic from one of my stories to get me started. Hoo-boy, you sure hit all the angles with this one. Shameless chicken flirting, gambling on the score, intrusion of privacy, and threats of physical harm to members of the press. Man, the reviewers are going to have a...