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Ahh! The Christy has returned with a fantastic fan-fiction which is simply fabulous! I love the nitty-gritty style and tone of voice you use, and can smell, feel, and taste the cheese that's exploded in that place. I love that Brian soldout to Doc Hopper, in a parellel of the beleives of many...

Alright guys! The pictures can be found here! http://picasaweb.google.com/beauregard97 There are captions, but they arn't necesseraly helpfull. If you have questians, ask away there or here...oh, and Mr H asked that his pics not be put up, so it's just the Beau and the Danes

Perhaps this thread would garner more veiwers if I agreed to post more mental pictures?

Mrs Moppet Senior: Well, you know...*flippent* Not so much a date, as man of the evening and...*realises she's talking to her grandchild* ...Yes, I have a date. *straightenes, back clicks* Tell me about food in this place. Where will I find some, and what will it be composed of?

Mrs Mopet Senior: *crouches to Vibs height and eyeballs her* I have never, once, been to a disco. However, last Thursday I was at a Spanish dance where my date and I whirled so hard that I thought I would wake up on Friday still spinning. Until you have had that experience, don't lecture me...

Mrs Moppet Senior: You really must open your mouth more when you speak, girl, I can't hear you when you mumble. *snaps rubber gloves off*

Mrs Moppet Senior: Don't worry? I worry constantly, young man. I worry for the state of this country if it continues forward with men like you at the helm! Men...er...boys, that is.

Mrs Moppet Senior: *very, slowly* If I told you, girl, that I had never seen such a defiant, unfeeling, ungrateful, callous, young woman in my life...I would be lying, because I have seen your Mother...but you, young lady, are the second most defiant, unfeeling, ungrateful, callous young woman I...

Father: Well, alright then, Mom. Since you offered... Mrs Moppet Senior: I beg your pardon? Father: For my wife and I to spend the week at a local hotel while you guard, protect, and generally get to know the children, and the pets, and the dust, and everything except the garden furniture...

Mrs Moppet Senior: A hotel, what a grand idea. Mrs Moppet, you take the children, and the pets, and the dust, and everything except the garden furniture and my son and go live in a hotel. I am only here for a week and I see no reason for you to be difficult about this.

*copies all the posts above and pastes them here* That plus some hugs and I'm about done. Beau

Mrs Moppet Senior: *mouth moves but can't be heard over the sound of the crash* *yak-mobile and kids land between her and Mother* *finishes talking* ...or my name is not Mrs Cecelia Baker-Clark-Moppet. Father: Baker-clark-Moppet? Where did the- Mrs Moppet S: Baker was my mother's maiden...

I agree that Floyd would be fabulous, but I doubt he'll be coming up on the short list... Robin, on the other hand, would be a definate possability. He's smaller than the rest, and people would still pay a high price for him. Now the life-size replica that I want...is...Sweetums...

Down boy! *hides scratching snarling KA inside head* Ahehe...

I felt it a fitting rememberence post Snothey. *hides face* Forgive me? Sometimes my alter egos just sort of...you know...take over...

Hey Snoooth! It's great to see you've been here for so long, in which time you've definatly made a great name for yourself as a friendly, cool, helpful guy to be with. Happy MC Birthday to you!!! Beau

Yes, ChristyB, we don't have lives. or, do we have amazing lives that span years and take us on adventures with green frogs and brown dogs?

*answers in revearse* Toga, yes you can hug her. And yes, the tree...well...it seemed such a huge part of her appartment in the movie, I couldn't get rid of it...heck, I had no idea HOW to get rid of it! The windows are stuck shut and the doors kinda small. RBG, I wrote that line monthes...

About time. Right, I'm in! Fantastic opening. Very atmospheric (pun!) and the collar thing, reminds me for GMC. Can't iamgine who...

Chapter 1 Dirty pans were piled in a sink. A broken door, patched with two slats of dark, mismatched wood was bolted tight with a dozen iron locks. Memorabilia of past days draped over crowded counters. A Christmas tree had been pushed to the corner of the room at some point since New Year...