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You know... I hadn't even thought of that. The fact that Robin's camping trip was in the Colorado Rockies had more to do with the fact that I've got family out there, so I've visited several times and had a wonderful camping trip of my own with my parents and sisters when I was a kid. Of...

I did indeed. If you look in that post, there's also a link to The Muppet Mindset, where you can find a description of how I made those pictures and the original images they were based on.

Ah, goodness... You know, when I see that there's a new post in this thread (or any of my fanfics), I feel equal parts excitement and dread, because I know it means I'm being nagged. It's great, because it means people remember and enjoy these stories... but also not so great, because I rarely...

Goat: Ahh! <clamps hands over eyes> Yes. And it was NIGHTMARISH, Frosty. NIGHTMARISH. <shudders--thus releasing some dirt>

Goat: Aw, cats are cats. They shed a lot. <Nods appreciatively> <hesitates> ...But they clean themselves. <shudders>

Goat: Nah. Ask the cat. <blink> <looks around> Cat?

Goat: Oh, sure. Sugar?

Goat: <still staring at fire> Aw, no thanks. Don't need a dog. Got an elephant. He likes mud. <blinks> <nibbles on steak>

Goat: Aw, tents aren't inside! I mean, they're INside, like they HAVE an inside, but they're not, like... inDOORS. They CAN'T be indoors. They don't have doors! Ain't it great? Flaps, but no doors. And this is a private tent, ain't it? I mean, a nice crowded private tent, but I mean, Frosty...

Goat: <stares at Father> <scrunches eyebrows together, then raises one> Why would you put the fire OUT? I mean, it's FIRE! C'mon, Frosty! Why would you EVER, I mean... <looks around> Well, yeah, I guess the heat is kinda melting the top of the tent a little. And the smoke, I mean... not so good...

Goat: <leans over Father's shoulder to examine food options> Let's see... Got anything we can roast? I mean, with this nice campfire here--CAMP FIRE! How did I not notice the FIRE before? Aw, Frosty, you got me all excited to see you and I didn't even notice the FIRE! I LOVE fire. <Stares...

Goat: Oh, hey, no prob, Frosty! No prob at all. Didn't get any of that... but no prob! Hey, you got anything to eat in this tent, buddy? I haven't eaten in, um... <scratches head--yeah, more dirt> Huh. What day is it?

Goat: <scratches head, thus scattering some dirt in the tent> Haven't we covered this, Frosty? I'm a girl. Named Goat. <stretches> Ah, it's good to be here. Not as good as a mud puddle, but it'll do. So, who are these other folks? Hi, folks! <waves energetically at other tent occupants> Nice to...

<The tent flap opens again, revealing an individual--presumably human, presumably female, but covered in so much dirt that it's hard to tell for sure, and you really wouldn't want to get close enough to check because the smell... well, let's not get into that. Anyway, she pokes her head into the...

Chapter Three “UNCLE ROWLF!” Three young puppies charged across the baggage claim area and plowed into Rowlf’s knees. Rowlf chuckled and set his bag down to scoop the girls into his arms. “Hello, girls. How much trouble are you getting in?” “None,” little Taylor said with almost perfect...

Oh, hello Ed! I had no idea you were reading this. What a well-timed nag. I was just proof-reading the next chapter for posting. It will be up in a minute!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY, BEAUREGARD! I think it's very appropriate for me to celebrate the anniversary of our dear Beauregard joining MC, since he was a big part of the reason I joined. Actually, he was part of TWO of the reasons I joined--for his participation in that one thread where a bunch of...

I wish you had waited for me to GIVE permission before posting my story elsewhere--permission I did NOT intend to give. Thank you for passing along the praise, but if it's at all possible, please take my story down from fanfiction.net.

Chapter Two The fact that Lacey called her brother in the middle of the day on a Monday wasn’t terribly remarkable or alarming in and of itself. Rowlf had been expecting her to call at some point in the day. And while what she had to say was certainly important, it didn’t seem in any way...

Chapter One To the best of Kermit’s estimation, it started about three and a half years before it really began. It started the day that Rowlf, after a very long phone call with his sister, came into the frog’s bedroom and announced with some confusion that he was going to be an uncle...