Scooter: (dunking Orange Delight in milk) How's the story coming along?
Erin: (typing) Fine, fine...but it looks like chapter nine's going to have to wait until tomorrow.
Scooter: Another case of writer's block?
Erin: Yeah...plus my throat's been hurting a bit. (reaches for Mint Dream and nibbles on it)
Nora: (on phone with Heather) Okay, here's the order: Storyteller wants some more Glasgow Rangers, I'll take some more Coconut Islands...Erin and Scooter will take their usual Mint Dreams and Orange Delights, and Beige...you're out of Sugar Rushes? Well, what about Crunch Times?
Storyteller: And I'd like some more of those nice Cape Cod cookies as well. (sorts through papers) Now wouldn't this make a nice epic...a mighty ship, carrying a load of cargo, gets into trouble while sailing over a giant Fraggle pond...
Beige: Sorry, but I think that Lightfoot guy beat you to the punch. And speaking of punch, is there any of that raspberry-pineapple juice left in the fridge?