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Yep. Although there were two full-bodied Muppets on Plaza Sésamo by the name of Abelardo. The one who's a cousin of Big Bird's, the big green parrot is named Abelardo Montoya. Hope this helps. And if you need further assistance SSLFan, I'd recommend you search through the articles focusing...

Hello yellow, and welcome to MC. Um, you might get more positive responses if you use the word "please" in your requests. That said, I'm sure one of the very resourceful Muppet music collectors/traders will be able to help you in getting the song you're after. Hope this helps and have fun...

Uh Kate... Thought I'd help out. Never known it to be spelled as "Mable", I think it's properly spelled as "Mabel". If you're having troubles, just do what I did and create an entry in your JFW Dictionary so that from the next time you find it, it'll be read correctly. That's what I do with...

------------- The hour was late on that first night, sweetly cooling breezes filtering through the half-opened windows of my room. Stark white flames erupted instantly out of the embers embedded in the thin layer of soot at the foot of the fireplace. Ah yes, I slowly awoke out of my deepened...

Well... Wasn't far off, knew it was something slimy and green. *Awaiting next chapter with relish.

*Hears Maddie's song. Oh good, so I'm not the only one watching the marathon then.

*OOC: Yeah I know Bry... But since Oscar never replied, I figured he stayed inside his can groaning and moaning at the song coming from outside and didn't even come out to scream "Scram!" at whoever was there. Even dropped off a cake earlier today... But you know how grouches are. Sorry for...

Yes... Much like the wily Puma Man with his ridiculous non-powers and Christmas ornament flying vessel, Winslow Leach strikes. Fueled by the consumption of cold ginger sesame noodles, he has the strength to not really kill the bad guys with the brown belt he has as a lame weapon. Fear his...

Hi Sara. If you wanna know who those two women are, drop me a PM. Oh, and check your inbox as I sent you some ideas forPrediciment the other day.

Hey... Whoever this Snowths kid is, he sure did a good job for his first attempt. Maybe we should get Gorgon on the phone to see if he'd take this Snowths under his arm. Thanks pal. *Zoot blows last note ending this review, on a good note.

*From within his trashcan... Oscar smiles that grouchy smile of his as he hears the arguing coming from Room #28 and thinks nothing could be better than that for his birthday, which he was grouchily happy ( and a little sad though he might not admit it to anyone) that noone bothered him with...

So how's that gonna help Kermit? Wouldn't've the wolf run out on stage after him too? C'meon Snowths, post more!

Oh, sorry bout that. Your luggage will be brought in by some of our helpful bell-bats. Like I said, just drop me a message if you have any questions or need any help. *Goes to check on the Count, he's been raving about the newest fanfic additions in the library.

Should we be singing or humming the Twilight Zone music? Hey, if you happen to have a split personality then do what all weirdos do... Gonzo: Hey, party at Gonzo's place! Gonzo: Phew, I thought I'd never leave.

Oh... So it was "The" Brenda Starr after all? Sorry for getting her confuse with... *Reads on to the ending of the chapter. *Eyes widen, falls on floor with surprise. Me, weakly on the floor after fainting: Someone go get the Count... Or Uncle Deadly... *Collapses again.

Congrats iznorden. BTW: Wa-hoo! Post Count and Senior Members is back in Friends & Family where it always should've belonged! Thank you Phil!

Ok then... Room #28 you said? Good, I'll get you to your room now. *Takes key from the lobby's backwall near the number 28 and leads the members of the party past both sets of double doors. OK,that big open room in the center's the floor's common room. There's one on each floor with...

*Turns around at the lobby desk to face new roomies. Hello, can I help you?

Aw, that's OK Cath. You do your best and that's all we ask And like I said, it's purrfectly OK, this is your story and not someone else's. GuessI'm just sort of trying to connect all the threads. That might be what ends up happening somewhere else in my writings which I should return to...

*Drops off a molten chocolate cake with pieces of oily garlic in it, slushed pickle ice cream with a marashino cherry on top, and a box that's battered and busted wrapped in ripped paper. Rotten birthday Oscar!