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Moppet: *mops* I'm an old hand at this...Hevej, rest his soul, sicced this chore upon my more times than can be counted on the good fingers of a cannibal's dessert...*and in the time spent talking, the mopping be done, ya*

*taps fingers* *wonders why water is running out of my fingers* *turns tap off*

SWAEHB! SWAEHB! So great they said it twice...

Not as old as the ballet shoes, or the Monopoly, or the blueprints to Bill's house which I copied from the store.

Getting back on topic...even if Jerry can't puppet, I'm holding my breath that he can do the voices.

The fact I don't in fact know the correct name for Ballet Shoes can only be a good thing.

Judging by the wave I guess you are...wet?

Moppet: Mackintosh, I think she was talking about my mum, not yers. Now please do something constructive before I am forced to walk the plank out of total and utter boredom.

Me? A rumour mill? Never! So, did you hear the one about Snowthers and Kathy Greenforest?

Father: Hey, she brought me up the way I am...she must be good for something. *cheesy, childlike grin* Ok, you're right. Good for nothing woman.

*grabs granade launcher and ballet boots*

*pulls head out of manhole* Is it safe?

Now strange...that's not how I heard the tale... Oh, and BIG congrats Ed on 12,000!!!:zany: :zany: :zany:

Moppet: I'm sorry, who exactly is in charge of this mission?

Mopept: *ties handkerchief around head as Moppet while barking orders* You there, tie up the front sail. Button the hatch. Peel potatoes! Someone get me a strong drink, preferably black tea, and pass over the spyglass.

I think it's a cute little interveiw. It kept buffering so that was annoying...but Kermit seemed on form as Steve-Kermit to me. Some great lines in the interveiw were: Re: Jim "He taught me to be ridiculous optomistic." Re: Piggy "There's blogs out there about you being married to Piggy."...

Why, thank you. Though I am slightly older than that.:halo:

Father: *climbs down beside her* Apparently Mom got a message from the CIA (Crime Institute *Ahem*) about a meeting tonight. Head boss-man Frags Farmer has bought and impoted seven nuclear weapons from Japan. They want snow this Christmas...but from a nuclear winter. Our job is to track them...

*on train, rushing away from station with Father, Mother, Mrs Moppet Senior and Herb on top* Mrs Moppet Senior: Children are my speciality. *snaps a pair of rubber gloves on* Father: Then where are we going? Mrs Moppet Senior: You'll see. *a low hellicopter swoops past and Mrs Moppet...

*find re-apple instead* Any old fruit will do...*pelts it at Sarah*