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*becomes melty goo*

Thanks for everything, Jerry. We miss you...

Back in her own room, Mildred fusses with her shawl and make-up... Mildred: One simply must be dressed in sutable attire for any meeting of critical, haughty, industrious Nureyev fangroupings...*adjusts shawl* Beau: Good morning. Mildred: Afternoon, FYI. You slept off all that fighting till...

Mildred: Sandpaper and Nureyev admireing...sounds as if we are in for some afternoon...I'll bring binoculars.

Mildred: *steps backwards in shock...which is good news for the foot* Too much chin? I can only assume you mean C.H.I.N. the "Clean, Hot Illustrious Nureyev" fans association...in which case it's in my handbook, not my face. Now...how about you and I book a facial for tomorrow at, say, 4 PM GMT BST?

Mildred: Animal Robotoc Testing is outdated and unneccessary, we test on humans in all branches of science these days...Now, you, are the person I wanted to talk to. *eyes furniture dubiously* I don't see a couch, but do you want to lie down? Beau: *to Robot Kermit* *shrugs* Mildred: Now...

Beau: I wouldn't feel comfortable in your-- Mildred: Talking to me, dear. *sweeps past Beau and Robot Kermit and latches onto Robot Piggy's arm* YOur room sounds loverly dear...I am Mildred Huxxater, and, not to blow my own horn -- we all know how uncomfortable that can be -- but I have a...

George: Oh we really did make -- Bo: PIES! And we forgot to bring them. George: No, look around you, we made it look like a pig-sty- Bo: -le, a pig-style...this room looks like it was designed by....Miss....Piggy? George: Why do you keep interupting? I'm tryin; to say we made a mess- Bo...

Bright Bottled Byron, the only Byron that truely soothes...

Mildred: Oh the poor thing...perhaps I should speak to her? I am a Doctor in psycology and annalysis and have an HTML in Robotic-brain systematic pattern syndrones and also known about diets that will help get the carbs on her calfs down, poor girl. Take away C from microchips and what do you...

Beau: *whispers* Thank you Leyla, we owe you one....or two....or three...or... Bo: *whispers* Thanks, Beau, that will do. Mildred: *approaching and whispering* Thanks for breaking up the fight Bo... George: *approaching and shouting* WHY are we WHISPERING?

Name praise must all go straight to MeeperBorkerMeep, whose recent encounter with Dave G inspired this little dedicated thread. And of course, with such a name we are gareunteed that no mental images, food throwing, or other such un-illustrious misbehavior shall befall us distanced admirers...

Bo: *knocking timidly on Layla's door, much later* Hi...Layla? Beau: *with Bo* Sorry for missbefighting earlier... Bo: *hugs Beau's shoulders*

Hevej: Better to be on the ocean, than for the ocean to be on you. Think about that. And keep thinking. *goes below*

Bo: *finally extracts self from limbs and cleaning products and manages to seperate battleing janitors enough to calm them* Beau, say sorry to George. Beau: *mumble* Mildred: George, say you are sorry to Beau. George: *to Beau* You are sorry...*smirk*

Dave Goelz is an awesome performer, with some of the Muppets more memorable muppets on his list of achievements (such as Zoot, Gonzo, Beauregard, and Bunsen). He's also a man dedicated to the craft of puppetry, and the Muppets themselves...joining tours, making appearances, and generally being...

Hevej: This isn't the plaice for that kind of humour...

Bo: Why stop it when we could sell tickets? George: *turns around, accidently slapping Bo with the end of the mop* Bo: Alright! This fight is stopping right now! Fight: *continues* Bo: Or not...

Hevej: *giggles* Well...there's a frog...and it walks into a bank...*laughs uproarously and is unable to finish joke* Well, that was good. Lunch?

Bo: Remember that time he was running the marathon and it took him from 2 o'clock till half-past 2...the next day? Beau: *blinks* George: *tangled* Mildred: Maybe we should get some tea...