Hensonville City 2010

[RedPiggy]

Bear (hands two envelopes with birthday cards in his mouth to Joelle and Janice)

Turbo (to Bear): Ain't Kell comin'?

Bear: Bark! Bark!

Rizzo: What da heck does dat mean?

Turbo: He said dat she ain't feelin' good and can't attend.

Oscar: Oh, she's miserable? Her head's pounding and her body's aching? I'm going back to room 2. You guys go ahead and have yer merriment and joyous occasions. Just don't make a lotta racket!

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (wakes up, to Rizzo): How did the party go?

Rizzo (groans from too much cake)

Oscar: Oh, it was the same ol', same ol' ... parties, fun, good food. I'm glad I missed it.

Me (groans as she sits up): Well, I hope they had fun.

Oscar: How's dat poundin' headache?

Me: Much better -- so DON'T go screaming in my ear, because I'm better now and you won't make me cringe.

Oscar (groans)

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: (studying long list of book titles) That has to go...ditto...why on earth did we order that in the first place...
Erin: What's going on?
Nora: Well, the shop's holding another clear-off-the-shelves sale, and I'm going through all our titles to see what we don't want, or what's been gathering dust.
Beige: What's wrong with gathering dust? It's an opportunity to break out dustrags and...(sees list) Hey, why do you have "Get rid of at all costs" written next to "Tales from the Locked File Room?" That's a classic!
Nora: (shrugging) It's taking up space...but if you want it, I'll have Mrs. Farley hold it for you and slash the price.
Scooter: (studying list) Wow, five early volumes of "Horribly Cliched Superhero Comics." I'll give you ten bucks for those.
Storyteller: Mmm...and that old copy of "Painfully Long Epic Tales of Bravery and Boredom" looks very tempting. I'll give you full price for that.
Erin: And I'll take a few of those old mystery volumes. There's another book swap coming up.

 

[The Count]

Meanwhile... In Room 1, the main monsterful a-trio are getting ready to head off to whatever smaller restaurant is left in town that has the TV screens tuned in to tonight's PPV, whether Friendly's or Christy's Bar & Grill.

UD: Count will drive us there?
Me: Check. Let's grab some lunch first.
Count: Hexcellent suggestion, the bat-room has been freed if you gents need it next.

*Showering and dressing up ensue in varying degrees, black polos and jeans/pants and shoes at the ready as we will root our champion of the night to claim his 18th soul.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me: Blade?

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (hears a crash in room 2): Uh ... Bear? Sarah? *rushes off to see what the damage is*

Rizzo (sighs): An' just t'ink ... SHE wants dat BIG dog of a guy to drool ovah. *shudders*

 

[The Count]

Hey guys and gals... Whasup? Been reading some goodish fic so yeah, I've been, er, detained.

 

[RedPiggy]

Hey guys and gals... Whasup? Been reading some goodish fic so yeah, I've been, er, detained.

Me: I've been working on finishing up Toby's walkthrough.

Rizzo: Man, I'll be glad when dat's ovah. I nevah wanna hear about it again.

Me: But ... but ... after that it's Sarah's walkthrough.

Rizzo (pouts, sobbing on the floor): By da way, Ed, I been takin' care o' HER rugrats. I want hazard pay!

Turbo (comes in): I've been feedin' da dogs Doozah sticks. Bear hates 'em but Sarah loves 'em ... but you should SEE what comes out --.

Me: Oscar's been ... well, Oscar.

 

[RedPiggy]

@ 3AM

Me (sleeping)

Bear (on my bed instead of his, looks at Sarah)

Sarah (walks out of the room, followed by Bear)

Me (hears Bear chomping on something suspicious, runs around because she realizes he wants to be chased around and around and around the furniture ... which means he has something he shouldn't)

Sarah (tackles Bear and wrestles him to the ground ... this was probably her idea)

Me (pries Bear's mouth open ... to find a bottle of ear drops, sighs, goes back to bed and closes the door after Bear and Sarah so they can't get into more mischief)

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (groaning)

Rizzo (elbows Turbo, whispering): Here it comes.

Me: My joints are KILLING me!

Rizzo (under his breath): Yeah ... must be a lotta hard exercise playin' around on da computer.

Me (totally didn't hear him): The dogs are gonna drive me insane ... then there was the fight in my family ... I'm ... I'm ...

Oscar: Normal?

Me (frowning): Grouchy! *eats some more Cheerios 'cause she's addicted*