Hensonville City 2010

[Gelfling Girl]

Sam: Ah yes, a very nice sense of patriotism in that salute to this wonderful nation...but the singer is still a weirdo.

Delilah: Do you say that about everyone?

Sam: Just the freakos from that era. Especially those four musician guys; What were they called? The Grasshoppers? And that weirdo who dresses like a stolen car.

Aly: By the way, Sam, just for the record, Shakespeare was British.

Sam: *shocked*

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Sam: *tries to speed up tempo a bit*

Aly: *grabs puppet and tries to imitate the voice-over from Dancing with the Stars*

Delilah: *stares at Aly, slightly disturbed* Yeah, he'll definitely be denying this in the morning.

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Delilah: *turns on CD player to song "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing"*

Sam: *trips, then snaps back to normal self* Stop this nonsense at once!

Delilah: :-( Well, it was fun while it lasted.

Aly: *notices Zoot, then tries to glomp him* :-D

Maggie: *to Aly* Down, girl! Never thought I'd say that to a human...

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Sam: *refuses to admit to having fun dancing*

Delilah: You know you enjoyed every second of it. *smirk*

Aly: *clings on to Zoot with goofy grin on face*

Maggie: Aly, you do realize that-

Aly: *interrupts* Save those thoughts for later. Who needs to make sense when you're with a hawt musician?

Maggie: *facepalm...er, face-paw*

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Sam: It could have gone worse...

Aly: *reluctantly lets go of Zoot*

Delilah: *to Blind Pew* Trust me, Aly has just about no sense when it comes to a celebrity being too old or too dead or anything else. She just somehow thinks that those guys are attractive. XP It's a mystery more unsolvable than the Bermuda Triangle.

 

[The Count]

You leave the Bermuda Triangle alone, you meddling kids and dog. Haven't you done enough damage to the rest of the monster community? Now get back to tracking down those four kids who disappeared years ago.
*Scooby-Doo reference, sorry, got caught in the moment.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(in the courtyard)

Beige: Hey, Scooter, we need another few Catherine Wheels over here.
Scooter: But what are we going to do with these extra flares?
Erin: Put them over here. And we need one more Yunnan Sunburst here for a little extra sparkle.
Storyteller: Ah, bliss - this is just how he would have wanted it.
Nora: With ten different varieties of chaos. Who's got the matches? (looks in pocket) Wait, I've got them.

Five minutes later, a variety of glittery orange, green and gold fireworks shoot off, spelling out the following message:

Happy 59th birthday, Richard Hunt - we love you and we miss you.

A few moments later, another message shoots off:

Your face!

 

[The Count]

*Needs inspiration for more monsters/creeps to add. *Hangs out in the common room waiting to watch whatever craziness happens, maybe that'll spark some ideas. *Boober Sigh smilie.

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (sneaks into the Common Room because everyone's bored at Kelly's house): Ahem. Jack an' Jill went up da hill, ta fetch a pail o' watah. Jack fell down an' broke his crown an' Jill came tumblin' aftah. Up Dad got, a lawyah bought, an' sued da company quick. Took a week, Watah Guys did squeak, but lost so much dough dey got sick. *knocks on doors randomly* Wee Willie Winkie ... *laughs* Sorry, I jus' can't believe da silliness you humans teach yer kids. Anyway, Wee Willie Winkie ran t'rough da town, upstairs an' downstairs in his nightgown, O' course he was busted, for disturbin' peace. Aftah laughin' at da kid, he ran from da police. *bows and leaves*

 

[The Count]

Hmm... You do know Wee Willie was a ghost who had to make sure all the kiddies were in bed by their bedtime before his own hexpired.
*Claps at the randomness provided by whichever Spike this one is.

Roses are red and violets are blue.
But violets aren't blue, they're violet.
But nothing rhymes with violet so why defile-it.
So roses are red and violets are blue.
Cause noone waters them when they want too.
So the flowers died, a little bit inside
Until the garden got paved for Highway 402.