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*Grim: Style? What style? Bettah not be the style Johnny dressed Bunsen in doing his bad Roy Orbison imitation. *Leads the trio in a rousing round of Lydia the Tattooed Lady. *Waits with dying sighs, thinking Desiree'll never show up at the ball.

*At the ball... Grim: You know, she likes French singers. But I like French fries. What? You don't get it? That's cause you didna order any. *Joins in the badly sung version of Danny Boy, somewhat off-key as the three break down finishing the song amidst tears and gruff soda drunk voices.

*(Elevator car, not real car...) The doors swing open as the trio walks out two of them confident as heck, Ron somewhat apprehensive of being off of the shelf, now within attacking range of the Skexus perched on the top bunk bed. Grim: This way boys... Da Muppaphone ball is da biggest...

*Grim: Forget it mun... I hear da magic pipes comin'. Nope, it's da music of da night, must be another Muppaphone ball starting up down below. C'mon, I'll get us in. *The three squeeze into the Super Grover plastic telephone booth and a portal appears after the doors close, a car moving...

Hi... Which version release of the Animal do you have for sale? And the chicken packed with Tuxedo or Steppin' Out Gonzo is named Bernice, Camilla was packed with the signature version of Gonzo in Series 5. Hope this helps.

*On the shelf... Grim: Nah mun. He wouldn't try nuttin', me scythe would blast him in a half-a-second. *Sends note to Caitlyn via paper airmail to pass on the note to Desiree Muppaphone.

*On Cait's shelf... Grim, snoozing: Leave him be Ron, he ain't botherin' anybody mun.

Thankees Squeeky. If you wanna help, what'd rather make me feel better is you finish one of your stories. That always makes me smile, along with finding one of your or Kathy's posts. Or whenever it starts storming. Ah, now that never fails to put a gladdened grimace on my face. *Dreams of...

Ho hum... Another Saturday night... And here we are, bachelors three (Count and Uncle D and I), without a date or at least a good fanfic update. UD: Why don't you reread... Me: Nope. Although, my mind has been thinking about... Count: Her again? Me: *Good sigh. Yeah, but not just her...

Actually... It is cannon, from the Linda Lavin TMS episode, celebrating what was claimed as Kermit's birthday, from Season 4. You can search for it on Muppet Wiki or listen to MCR (Muppet Central Radio) for that segment from the episode, the song Wayne and Wanda start before Kermit fires them...

*Grim: Nuttin much child... These card flaps need to rest up for a while till I get me mojo back. *Slips into the headphones to listen to some music before falling asleep.

*Dealing cards on the shelf... Grim: Whatcha tink? I... Have a... *Dreamy look as he thinks of Desiree... Just forget it mun. *Gets irritable with no fanfic to go through. *Jumps off of the shelf to listen to some Muppet music with Cait in hopes of lightening his mood.

*On the shelf... Grim: Calm down mun. That ting knows betta than to mess with da Reader. *Brandishes his scythe upwards. But uh, just in case... Norm, you'll be on bodyguard duty mun. *All playing cards. So Ron... D'ya talk to Desiree?

Oh like wow! This was rully well done. The itroductions of all the characters... And the relationships behind those characters... Loving this and I need more posted soon! Wonder if in this story Wayne and Wanda are living off of the checks they get from Wanda's mother an Wayne's work as a...

Yes, he is. Especially if you read an unfinished story titled The Prediciment. *Sigh.

*On the shelf... Grim: Office life's fine... Kinda slow when no authors post fanfic for me to read and reap ya know. So, ya tink that girl Cait and Ron'll be back any time soon? *In town... The chimes from the door ring as someone enters the realm of Jim's Coffee House. It's a homey place...

Ah... Sated on a delicious dinner of chicken bones and mofongo with garlic raisin spinach. Up on the shelf... Grim: Hey Norm... Missed you at da office. *Lowers his scythe to grab Ron in a card-flapped hug. So what are we playin'? Tree card poker? BTW: Ron, d'ya still have Desiree...

*Grim Reader, a talking card Alex gave us once upon a time: Norm? He's probably stuffin' his face with da beer at that pub of his. Ron, da boy was off challengin' that mole rat ting to another game of Zombie Mayhem. And I ain't helpin' put dem down, already did it once. So, anyone for banana...

*From inside the banana box... That's what you tink child. *A slightly off-Jamaican accented voice sings from inside... 1 little, 2 little, 3 little bananalings. 4 little, 5 little, 6 little bananalings. 7 little, 8 little 9 little bananalings. And I've still got a thousand to go! *The...

*Kisses one of the Miss Bananas, then eats her too. Only way to keep one's love with them. Under ma skin... *Dances with Squeekcheeks on the sidewalls of the dorms.