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Ah... Thank you for the update. Simply marvelous. Gotta go, the awards and all. Oh, and I think there's one for you tomorrow. Bye.

*OOC: Three pages of muffining to read through? Are you guys nuts? Well, yes, you are. OK, here's the next award. Just gimme some time to read through the backlog of posts before the one after this. *Fanfare to Monsterpiece Theater plays as an armchair swivels around. Cookie: Hello, me...

*OOC: Thanks. Gonna break for dinner. Be back in a while. That'll get this thread going with muffining, what it soreley needs. Um, Pork, if you want to speechify, go ahead. *After her speech... Announcer: Coming up on the 4th annual MC awards... Cookie Monster, J.P. Grosse, Beauregard...

... Come on, it'll be okay... A miniature bundle of green lifts his top hat to reveal a lone black bowtie beneath his chin. Robin: Hi... My uncle Kermit let me stay up late tonight to bring you the Short But Sweet award. And the winner is... A miss Ana, better known as Pork...

Uh... Since Snowths is online, we're waiting for his speech before announcing the next one. Unless he has no speech and we can move on...

And besides... You shoulda said something back in the other thread about offering to do the awards designs. This Nick guy... Now he does great work on his MC awards. And my talented cyber-sister too. Moving right along... Fozzie sings a little as he shuffles off the stage to take his...

*Wakes Claudia and helps her back to her feet. Come on... I can hear the Muppet chorus getting things started. And that Nick guy's munching on some sugar he brought himself. *Later... Everyone's at the ceremony, the first award being handed out with a bit of heckling from the crowd's...

*From next to Nick... Dr. Teeth: You know, I heard this show's gonna be dynamite. *Crazy Harry presses the plunger and explodes Nick's seat. Okay... If that's enough of that... Settle down in front. Hi there and welcome to the 4th somewhat annual MC awards. First of all, I want to...

*Arrives with Autumn leading the way for me. Okay... Pick out the seats... Huh? *Hears Count and Uncle Deadly calling. Guess they were waiting for us. *Sheepish look on my face. He sits his lovely red-dressed date down amidst the row of plush armchairs... Count has Countess Dahling von...

*In Room #1. OK... Steve and I will recordify the audio tomorrow. Prawn's getting things started. *Hums a snatch of theMuppet Show theme. I'll take over hosting duties afterwards. Good thing I finally got showered and dressed and everything. *Picks up wristwatch, fastening it around my...

... Let it go? Noooooooooooo! Where's that Fluffy? Get him to write some new script! Tell him we'll have Kathy Greenwood as a special guest star... And he'll finally get to meet her this time. And there'll be punch! *Cannot let T*K*O die like that. *Pumps muffins into the flatlined...

*Twiddles thumbs... Waiting for the go-ahead from da prawn.

*Ziffled... *Puts thread on operating table. Deadly, lightning please! *The patient gets a good dose of voltage. *Flubbing the thread with muffin. Live, live d**n you! No, don't you dare die on us now. You're too good a thread to do that to us! Live! Live! *Meeping can be heard as...

Hark! I come not to bury this thread... But to kill it instead! After all, is it not for fair Pepper that we do the threads we kill kill for pride and honor? Yae, lend me your ears... On second thought, hold the ears yourselves. We march upon the thread to kill it... In the name of...

Not saying you did Songa... Just a word to all here. *Leaves muffin for Red. That one's for Songa Clauds... Yours is back in the kitchen. So no fighting. Unless Nick steals it. *Leaves to get ready for awards.

*Meanwhile... Downstairs... UD, with his grave shirt on and fitting one clawed leg through his pressed pants: Aren't you going to get ready Ed? Get bathed and dressed and all that? *The dragon buttons and zips up his troublesome trousers. Me: Yes... But I'm the one who has to wait to get...

Uh guys... Please try to keep the thread killin' here clean. Family forum atmosphere to promote and protect ya know. *Flips off the camera. *Old MT joke.

*A small figure pops out, almost elvan in appearance except for the tube of hair mousse primly propped up against his cap of chocolate locks. Moosey the Hair Mousse Sprite: Nooo mousse! *An odd two-toned whistle eminates in the hallway where Moosey was standing just a second ago, before...

*Slight chuckle. Jees, lighten up Snowth. You've waited this long, surely you can wait a little longer. And yes, we'll call you Shirley.

Please... You think I'm afraid of a pack of playing cards? A quick strike of this handy mallet will disperse them, as they bridge the gaps for my little storm ball to roll through their hoops and arches. Besides, the Queen and I are good fiends. That makes me think though... The Duchess is...