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Oooh! Yeah! Especially since Ken also lives in Ohio. Not sure how close to Columbus though, but it's worth a shot. Also have some songs I've been meaning to send you, thanks to Kyle (Erine81981). Gotta get the article on the band from Muppet Wiki too. Look for a message from me soon-ish.

Mmm... Clam chowder. Count: You know there are 2 kinds of chowder. UD: Really? What varieties of this fishy soup hexist? Count: Vell... As a New Yorker *aside, by fright of living on Sesame Street all these years*, there's the red version known as Manhattan style. UD: Red you say? Is it...

Something Gross, as Nel's now sunk up to her knees: Why would vouz want to how boo say... Run away from such a churning fello like moiself? *Bubbling and oozing softly against her coated leg. Since boo already áve ze one leg in ze proverbial grave... Why not simply... *Lightly lic-kissing...

Louis? Mayhaps you mean "Luis"? Now then, as for this chapter B-B-B-Bert? Nooooooooo! Please no! Not Bert... Though I can certainly sympathize with him if it turns out to be... Loved how Robin's a bundle of energy sliding in and then back out of Hooper's. Hate that Fozzie's the one who...

*Returning to Room #1... Hey guys, food's here! Uncle Deadly swoops down from the common room's rafters and the Count approaches from the bat-room just having washed his hands. All of us sit down to enjoy some garlic shrimp, stir-fried vegetables, Chinese rice, and a couple of egg rolls with...

Course you can help sissy. Just talk to Bryan, he's the one in charge of this project. Will be over at Mae Wong's, for some reason I feel like having some Chinese food tonight. Gonna go pick up some garlic shrimp orders for Deadly and Count too. LMK if you need help with the museum exhibits...

Something Gross, starts sucking Nel in deeper and deeper into its puddle-based form slowly from her shoes up to midway her lower leg: *In oily French accent: Hallo... And boo are vouz, vouz bootiful creecher? Why don't boo stick around for a while... Maybe vouz would partake in a drink or...

Thanks... *Ed gently removes the straw and lays it down on the napkin beside the tall glass before taking a refreshing swig. Mmm, just like mom's. *Wipes away a bit of the icing with an extra napkin. Sure, I could help you with the directory... Anyone else you'd want to recruit for this...

So... Who's turn is it to post the next tensome? And who do I have to nag to get more, um, Muppetyness? More Please!

Hey Bry... Wondered if you needed any help plotting where all the stuff in town goes, addresses and who's next to what else. Um, and could I please get a frozen strawberry milkshake?

Hmmm... Wonder if Bryan needs any help mapping out all the landmarks in town for that project of his. Hey Count, I'll be going over to Hooper's, mind the fort for me. Count: Very well... Have fun.

*Spirit: Maybe you should just sneak in in the middle of the night. *Floats away.

Well yes... But don't forget, the creepiness and deviltry of Slitherin sometimes sneaks in... When you leas suspect it... And there you are, confronting a fearsome Muppet... But then you have to sing about it and troubles soon melt away like lemondrops or ice pops on a sunny day. Will...

Thanks to DTWolf for correcting me on the episode number, here's the rundown. Episode 4148: Elmo sends Abby her first letter. Cold Opening: Word on the Street: Murray Monster asks about "mail". Street Story. Song: "I'm Going To Write Myself A Letter". Celebrity: Word on the Street...

So hungry he could eat a... Piece of furniture? Mmm, I know the feeling, especially when the armchairs appear appetizing. Hah, errands and duties are waiting... Chores must be done... There are fanfics that must be read and songs that must be sung. *Moves off humming a bit of "Working".

Oh... Here you go Dr. Van Neuter. *Hands over a box of bandaids to the tip-top taxidermist. Mmm, maybe a bit of sleep will clear the cobwebs and help in choosing who/what will be the next victim sent Claudia's way.

*Sighs... Do I want to surround myself with the ease of little bats duely dressed for their distinct delights? Or fill up the coffures with all manner of scary spook, and if so, will I have enough to reach that magical milestone of a milennium? Oh well, guess I'll just tinker with the ones...

Shaa... (Yes, I know it's your word Prawnidew). Since when have we let homework stand in the way of nagging? And since when have we let homework stand in the way of driving you crazy? Like that half of yourn keeps sayin'... Moooore please!

... After the chapter is finished, a spark of blue lightning catches the sleeve of one young Mr. Prawn Cracker warning him instantly that more story is hexpected from him, posted post-haste.

Muffin? Where muffin? Thank you nice lady. *Gives Beth a big furry hug. You make sure to post story when you can. *Devours the baked good with his usual gusto.