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<Screams in anguish and hides under rock> IT'S NOT MY FAULT VIM PUT A BLOCK ON EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On behalf of my other half, I present to you, MC, this message. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dear Friends, Family, Muffins, Ziffels, Penguins, and Other of Muppet Central, Hi! It's Prawnie! I know you must be wondering why the heck I've dissapeared for four days, well the answer...

<giggles> Yes, Beau thinks of odd Muppet pairings... I think of ways to traumatize the existing ones... I mean, what? <innocent>

<rolls eyes> At least you've learned to credit me for it... Wait, who am I talking to? He's in the closet. Nevermind.

Well, I haven't seen the pic, and I, for one, am interested.

<Grins hugely> Ru... as far as I'm concerned... you can beat that drum all day long. It's a lovely little story, and I would say more, but I'm exhausted and Leyla covered most everything, anyway.

<Blink.> <Stares> ...I've seen you here before. HI!!! And welcome back, and I'm thrilled that you're happy, and SQUEEEEEE you're here! And I bet you the next time I see Beau on MSN that's all he'll be able to talk about! ...Er, shout about, more likely... Anyway. Hi! Welcome back! See...

OH wow, Prawnie, this chapter is FANTASTIC! The hot/cold imagery with Uncle Deadly- VERY awesome! I can feel the cold and see the heat! I love the repitition here, with beat feet, beat up feet, feet beating... It's fun and has a nice sort of flowing, pounding, rhythm to it. REFERENCE...

<bump> As we enter the holiday season once more, I thought it would be appropriate to tap this story up to the surface again. In our excitement for this year's gifts, let's not forget the ones we got last year... or the ones that we get every day. Happy Holidays, Muppet Central!

..................<SCREAMS>......... <sigh> ...VIM! Get back here, PLEASE! I CAN'T STAND full-blown-writer's-block!!! <runs off in search of VIM>

.............I'm speechless. Rizzo's number... and... Sally Ann's brother... Oh wow, is that touching. Just.... Wow. This is an INCREDIBLE chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE PLEASE!

Pardon my double-post, but- for the record, the posting of this chapter has very little to do with the water balloons and quite a lot to do with the fact that today is a SNOW DAY! <Ahem> ...Sorry, it's just that I didn't realize my school knew how to have a SNOW DAY!!!!! ...Usually we just make...

Chapter Eighteen “Ya know what da bright side of stayin’ home is?” Rizzo said as he opened the refrigerator door. “Nope,” Rowlf said, “What’s that?” “That is lasagna,” Rizzo said, pulling out a tin foil covered plate. “And I wanna know who put it back as leftovers instead of callin’...

I didn't know I was awake enough to laugh as hard as I did at the puppetry comments. Stuff like, "How could it look realistic..." and The utter shock at Jim doing puppets- "You think you know a guy..." And the bit about not knowing what Jim and Frank and Jerry and the rest do on Sesame Street...

The "I don't exist" excuse won't cut it, eh? How about the fact that I haven't been able to sleep for four out of the past five nights for no apparent reason at all? <gazes longingly at bed> ....<sigh> But If I sleep now I won't sleep tonight and the cycle will continue... oy... I have the...

Chapter Seventeen Early the next morning, Rowlf settled himself at the piano, as always. He lightly pressed a few notes, hoping that someone would hear it and come downstairs to talk. Last night had been encouraging. They had gathered for the sake of the piano. Maybe the piano could bring...

Quick, before Prawnie notices, WHAT? ...Post another chapter? ...Okay. <Giggles> (It was a good day today...)

Chapter Sixteen Kermit was, as usual, among the last to enter the house that night. When he did, he was surprised to pick out, from the usual cacophony, the unusually slow sound of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony on Rowlf’s piano. First he smiled. Then he frowned. Rowlf’s wrists were broken...

<Sigh> Mergh... Eventually... I'm sorry, I just have to wrestle with the TMS Season 1 timeline before I can write more... And it's something of a daunting task. Tell you what, though, I'll get to work on it right now. Where's some scrap paper, this is gonna need some time-line-ing... and I...

Rowlf: ...Lisa? Lisa: Mm? Rowlf: What's got you up at this hour? Lisa: <sigh> Headache, general insomnia... Rowlf: Mm. Not what I would've expected. Lisa: Whaddaya mean? Rowlf: Well, I could think of any number of things that might keep you awake. Lisa: ...For example? Rowlf: Well for...