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*checks pockets* Oh, nuts. I forgot my wallet. I'll nip home and grab it, you two go on in and order for me. *arrives home just in time to see Kyle screaming for help* *sigh*What will that kid think up next? Ahh, he just does it for attention...

The one with the posh english accent? Why on earth is he called Spotted Dick??? And why, Hunchback Frackle, since he isn't a hunchback???

Oh! Yes, I had a great-grandfather who was afraid of wrists, so I know exactly how he feels, well, not exactly, but close enough, I mean it may be a generational thing, I mean, sure, I don't scream when I look at a wrist, but neither did my father, excapt, did he? Well, never mindthat now...I...

*stares at Nanny* *blinks* *stares at Nanny* Nanny, why is Jack under your coat?

How come you've only seen some of it?!?! It is probably my third favorite Muppet film of all time!!!

Yes! Yes I most certainly do! Ooooh, and Lisa, you sure did your research! Wow! Aweinspiring! I'm finding it hard to keep up with the reaseach for my new story, and, trust me, there's a lot of alternate universe to watch. I already made one mistake with Fozzie's clothing...luckily I got time...

(Out of character, Big hugs for Mr Cole!!!) *to Nanny* Ah, yes, I'll join you for brekfast. Is it safe though to leave the sleepign twins? Oh, I'm sure they'll be fine. If they want us, they'll probably find us...

Why? He isn't Spotty...

*smackes head* Meant a monicle....one eye glass... And yes, that's the one I was thinkin goff to. He hasno named name in MTI. Not seen MWO, but he is in there. No lines though,I fear...so it may remain a mystery.

You mean the posh one with the pinnicle??? Who sings, "We've got cabain fever, we're all going nuts!"

*walks past the Cole household, and arrives home* Good morning Officer. *waves to Mingostone and Jack* Good Morning, Miss Mingostone. *to officer* She's the nanny. Now, you were saying about this car? No, I havn't seen it before. No, goodness me no, we havn't had any new additions...

Ahhh, the happy sadness of company... __ The cell was six foot by nine foot. There were two cots, with harsh woollen blankets. A concrete wall at the back held a tiny window, crisscrossed with iron bars. The other cell sides were lines of close fitting bars. The door slammed. Nicky Holiday...

Meanwhile at the office... *phone rings* Hello? Yes, this is Mr Moppet, no, two P's. Yes. And an O in ther after the M. Gee, anyone would think I was stil making my ransom notes. No, oficer. I didn't say anything. Where? My house? I'm afraid I know nothing of a car outside my house, except...

Mr Count, sir, Mr Coutn sir. Don't think we've forgotten about this story Mr Count, sir.

Wow. This is good. This is great! This is...wow-derfull! Here's a few choice paragraphs: “Stop apologizing, Junior!” the old man bellowed. “You remember what I taught you about apologizing?” This man dressed in white. There's only one villian he could be. And he must be that villian! And...

Actually, I can never resist saying "But seriously, I'm in Maine" everytime anyone says that word.

He he. I figured that extra bad guy would come as a bit of a surprise. *heads off to work on more*