Fan-Fiction: The Muppets' Mid-Age Crisis

[TogetherAgain]

I have absolutely no idea.

 

[bingboingcutie]

who's "eideeah"?

which idea?

..whose line is it, anyway?

<i still can't believe I'm chatting with the great togetheragain>

 

[TogetherAgain]

Well, obviously, it's... erm... YOUR line! Because my line is done. Or flubbed. Or both!

 

[bingboingcutie]

I don't have a line. Beau does. And um...HE flubbed it, yeah, sure!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Ah HA! Then it's Beau's fault.

Which begs the question, of course... are we talking about Beau the Muppet Janitor, or Beau the Brit who has a nasty habit of getting locked in closets and getting doused with iced tea? Either way, it's hardly a surprise that he flubbed his line... whoever the heck he is.

 

[bingboingcutie]

Hmm...

I don't know.

I like iced tea.

...with sugar in it, of course. LOTS of sugar.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Sugar? I beg your pardon--I hardly know you!

 

[The Count]

Sugar? Don't sugar me... Cause us is through.

 

[bingboingcutie]

Sugar? (is there an echo in here) I wasn't calling you sugar.

Well, maybe he's calling ME sugar.

Be quiet! No, not you, honey...

Okay, okay sweetie.

Just close your mouth!

<bleep>

oh, man...

 

[TogetherAgain]

This sounds like the perfect opportunity to quote Boober Fraggle.

SUGARLIPS!