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Aw... No worries sis, I'll probably be there at the reception. *Glint of twinkle in eyes.

Forget the tickets Prawny... Get the popcorn instead! *Hands out bags of garlic salted popcorn. *Posts next part of For Richard... *Falls onto bed exhausted in trying to keep up with all the nonsense here. Sent Claudia the next one via her regular online addy, hope she got it. *Grabs TV...

Great update. Laughed at the part where Animal and Sapia got hold of some stars, wanting to do it again! Cute line at the end where Zoot asks if Kikit will buy him some coffee. Love it all, please post more!

*Author's Note: To all my MC friends, and trusted readers. If you are left, um, wondering as to why some were absent in this installment... Well, just imagine that you couldn't make it to the wedding itself but will be there at the reception afterwards instead. Enjoy. --------------------...

What do you mean Erin... It's still crazy with a waking Bo once again unleashed on MC. *Shakes head, trying to keep up and write at the same time, losing battle for both in the process.

Yes well... You also seem to be out of a gun there Sam. *Turns on supermagnet that draws the gun out of the blue birded feathery clutches... *Drops gun into drawer to take to recycling plant or incinerator later. Bryan... It's OK, you can let your friends out to play... You know they're...

Sounds good so far... So would this be in addition to Heather? Just curious to know more.

*Presses button from the remote to the transporter I borrowed from Bunsen... Bo and his roomies are instantly switched from Room #18 on the second/main floor back underground to Room #11 in the basement floor, where they belong like the hidden away tubers. One less headache... Wonder if...

Urgh... That Bo... No wonder he doesn't live here that much, him losing his key all the time. Honestly, we go through more keys that way. Oh well... And of course, he has to sneak in through another person's room's windows... Failing to realize that the dorms' main doors are open to all to...

Ice keeps melting... Ship keeps sinking... Bo keeps making a muddle out of everything... Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, same as it ever was.

Posted by Bo: "Hebbage: Where weren we?" Sinking fast.

OK... Thanks Kyle, I'll send you an Email explaining my request list in a bit. Drtooth, I'd be interested in that song... Send it to countcastle@gmail.com if you could, thanks.

Flubber? I don't even know 'er. Sorry, been waiting to use that one. *Sits and ponders who can fill the two empty seats on the bride's side of the aisle for my fic. Let's see... Need one female MC friend, well, that should be easy enough... The hard part is choosing who. And one female...

OK then buddy. Actually, the pic's for use here, but I don't see why a copy couldn't be sent your way since I've rully come to enjoy the Muppetcast. If you feel the Stephen Lynch song isn't fully expressive of what you want for the tribute, then it's up to you to make that call. There was...

You're welcome Dr. Van Neuter. Remind me to talk to sis when October rolls around, there's a certain um, consultation I'd like to ask of her. You know, it might depend more upon the person carrying him. For instance, I suppose he wouldn't object so much if it were Alex carrying the...

Ah yes... That's the one I sort of remember. Thanks B_G, have a great weekend.

Hi and welcome to Muppet Central hsso. Would recommend you contact the forum member known as KermiClown and ask if he has it in his massive Muppet video library. He probably does, but you should double check first. Hope this helps and have a good time exploring the rest of the forums.

Mmm... Mayhaps when my schedule's not so filled up with checking on rapidly-responded threads... Or nagging some others for more of their own offerings. Maybe tomorrow, but no promises. There's a lot to go through, as it'll be the wedding of our two fanfic friends. Now if I had a song for...

*Drags the goblet out with him under the cover of darkness... The Count guides his roommate over to where Scooter's toying with his captive audience. Me: Well well well... Miss Alex, here I thought we cured you the last time. Don't tell me I'll have to make this brew every month on the...

Count, outside... Trip her ankles? Vell, maybe if you take her... Around the world! *Small joke.