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Uh... Thank ye gents. *Reluctantly takes the bottle offered. Best not to refuse a leprechaun, it ensures you good luck. But where'd... *Is knocked out by Prawny's penguin projectile. *Lands on floor, triggering remote signal to back-up bat-jets.

Noooooooooooo! Claudia, how could you. You're behind the bombing of the awards center? *Gasp! Wait, you have an alibi... You had to get Snowths' glasses back from the lens crafters. *Phew. But if not Squeekers, then who? And where did all the ghosties get to? If only this Muppetcast...

*Puts on headphones and listens to Muppetcast 42. *Laughs at Cookie's appearance on the old Dick Cavett Show. *Currently hearing Big B's song about the letter V.

*Cheers wildly. This is indeed the greatest celebrational Muppetational Centralitional menu yet! Thank you Jamie for creating these and I wish you nothing but success in the coming year. And happy birthday Muppet Central!

Yay! *Applauds and hugs new chapter. Moooore pleeeeeeassee!

*Explosions suddenly rock the awards banquet center. Who is responsible for this latest attack on the patrons, phantomly and otherwise? Noone knows... *Dramatic music plays as villainry is suddenly afoot at the posh high-end MC nightclub. Ghosts are sucked up into portable vacu-seal tubules...

Yeah babe... Picture of perfection, that's you. *Fantasy sequence starts with music in the background, power perfume exuding from Ghost Brittany as she looks oh so spookin' sophisticated for the flashing cameras. Shall we go off to a jet-setting whirlwind rendezvous? *Beeping goes off from...

Nah... That woman's got enough problems. Besides, it's better to just leave it be and keep rolling with your own career. *Calls over Zany and has im deliver something to the maître d'.

*At our table... No, don't think I've had the pleasure. Then again, it's hard to get tickets when the operator keeps confusing it with that Speares girl that Luke loves so much. Did you ever hear of the great Hottub Flood of '03 with the cardboard cutouts and soggy popcorn?

*Wonders where that penguin waiter with our cake can be. Uh Ghost Prawny, did you remember to tell Zany his work shift started... *Checks watch. Forget it. Oh yeah, and while we're on the subject... *Zaps Prawn again. That's to get you to post more of Harmony!

*Meanwhile, at a table... To Ghost Brittney... So, do you like brownie cake? I like it so much I had it turned into one of my horcruxes. Yes... Come to me my delicious soul!

Ah... Doughnuts! *Snatches a Boston Scream and cup of hot chocolate, along with a mocchaccino for Ghost Brittany. You killed Prawny? You... Nope, can't say it here. *Iron Chefs feverishly work on getting their meals finished for the big awards banquet in two weeks' time.

*Dances on with Ghost Brittany, zapping Prawny with precision-timed bolts in tune to the waltzing theme.

Huh? Wasn't it Snowthy you guys were hunting for the murder of Cracked Pepper, that grand dame of Canadian pancake fame? That reminds me... You should get Snowthy to take you to the corner of 45th and Elsberry to hunt up some pancake makeup. Eh, let's see what Prawn's next move is Nick...

*Afterwards... *Back in billionaire moderator persona... If she's already spooken for... There is something to be said for making a grander entrance. *Dances off with Ghost Brittany, now in fabulous phantom formal dress to the nightclubs of MC.

*After second ziffle... Well, looks like Super Nick already wished you good luck. *Smirks. Are you gonna behave? Or do we have to get tough with you? *Hovers above in the shadows ready to fire thunderbolt if Prawn should answer wrong. Oh wait... I hear Squeekers in need of some...

*After instant ziffle pulled by Prawn... *Throws battarang clipping his sleeve to the wall. What are you up to now you comical clown prince of goofery?

Yeah well... I kinda prefer the bookish types. Prawny, you're complainin' bout hyenas? No problem. *Calls Harley Quinn in to tame the hyenas. OK Harl, you get your babies back to bed... And no funny business. *Quick-changes into Batman persona menacing her not to try anything. As for...

Wha? Pepper's dead? Hold on a sec babe. *Snaps fingers and troop of highly trained chicken storm troopers appear to follow Prawny's commands. *Back to Ghost Jeanette... Now then, where were we?

Please... Light sabres? C'mon, nothin' beats these great proton pistols... *Chatting in the corner tryin' to put the moves on Ghost Jeanette. So who's this Snowth everybody's after? Must be Snowth hunting season. Eh, it's too easy to catch a Snowth, so I let the rest of the gang hunt him...