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In an increasingly rare moment of getting to talk to my dear half online, he told me to post in his birthday thread. Well I can hardly disobey that. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<HUGS>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> my dear Prawnie! Hope your birthday was positively fantasticabulous, sorry I'm late, and I miss you...

...Oh... More story, not more cheese? Darn it. Cheese is a lot easier to come by. First, the good news: In approximately two hours, I will be COMPLETELY done with a huge project that I've been losing sleep over! YAAAAAAAY! The bad news: I have two more big projects that I need to get...

Now is all that falling from the chapter, or from dancing all night last night?

Chapter Fifty-Four Two young frogs sat at the edge of a clearing, admiring the structure they had built. "It's great!" "It's perfect!" "It's terrific!" "It's huge!" "This is the best we've ever done, Ziggy!" "Well the rocks were a great idea, Robin!" "It turned out...

<Digs through threads> <Keeps digging> ...<and digging>... AH HA! <Looks around> <ahem> So. Unfortunately, my bin of teddy bears is at home... and I'm at college... But I do encourage everyone to stop by the dining hall and get a cup of hot cocoa before reading my next post. And...

<LAUGHS!> the Trash Heap and Philo and Gunge are HILARIOUS. And intriguing. And I LOVE the parallelism between how the two scenes start. Now excuse me... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<GLOMP!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That SONG! DUDE! THAT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! WOW! I LOVE that...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh now that is very nice. Good Beau. YAY STEVE!

Gimme a break, guys, I've gotta make a four year plan before I meet with my advisor Friday morning and I'm behind in uh... that one class, and I think midterms are coming up but I'm not sure... and I haven't been sleeping well at all since I don't even remember when anymore and the cute little...

...FRR, that has got to be the meekest attempt to get a mental pic in the history of this thread. Really. It should go a little more like... Now, granted, I'm a bit rusty at this... But if I recall correctly, it goes a little more like this... <Ahem> BEAU! Could we have another pic...

But why make sense when- oh wait, don't mind me, this is ALREADY funny! And I love it. You write Boober SO well. Like I said... You write Boober SO well. Ah yes, good ol' 81A... Ohhhhh, so THAT'S why there's only three Gorgs left in the world! HAAAA! LOVE IT! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT...

<GLOMPS THE PRAWNIE!> Awesome Cantusage. LOVE the Doc/Sprocket banter. The Ma/Pa argument is priceless, especially the frying pan, and of course poor Junior. Doozers are fun. And the Trash Heap, well, she has spoken! And EVER so incredibly well, my dear! MORE PLEASE!

Lisa: <leans out the door of room 23> ...Habe ich jetzt Spanisch gehoert? Was ist mit diesem Quatsch? Das versteht viele Leute nicht! Rowlf: <leans out the door of room 23> Lisa? No one can understand you. Lisa: That never stopped the Chef. Rowlf: What'd you say? Lisa: Just complaining that...

Goat: <peering into the room where now only Mairin and Jason are being held captive> Dude... Bandy just TOTALLY disappeared with some little girl... Sweet...

...Ed, I think you've been spending a tad too much time with Cantus. That, or Prawnie just writes Cantus really really well. ...Must be a combination.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! <Glomps the Prawn of Prawns> WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW! And did I mention WOW! Good gracious I don't even know where to START but WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW! I love Boober. And I love Wembley. And CANTUS <SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!> AHHHHHHHH! WOOOOOOOOOW! <GLOMPS the Prawn...

Goat: I dunno, dude, but I think I just heard a mechanical scream... We s'posed to go right there? <Points in the direction Biggy just came from>

Goat: <to ghost pictures> ...Dude... pictures sleep? ...Aw ha, so anyway, listen, buddy- these robot guys keepin' you up... Think you could, y'know, maybe give us a pointer or two on how to knock 'em out? Or at least get to where they are in this freaky place, so we can knock 'em out? Or...

Goat: <looks at ghost picture> S'up buddy?

Goat: <wraps arm around Father's shoulders> Frosty, listen... This door here? It's got this funny little thing about it. <opens the door> It doesn't have a lock. <closes the door>

<GLOMPS PRAWNIE> <runs off to get to class on time> <runs back> MORE PLEASE! <runs out again>