Erin: (sliding book onto shelf) Okay...this shelf is finally fixed. But guys, I don't recommend making any sudden moves around it.
Scooter: Hey, no problem. My uncle J.P. had this huge collection of antique weapons in his office, you know, so he could intimidate people who were behind on their rent. One false move and you could find a mace on your head.
Storyteller: (still nursing a cold) Mmm...reminds me of this story I'm researching, about a lost cave called Pitfall Cavern...(sneezes)
(bookshelf totters unsteadily; Erin and Scooter grab it to steady it)
Beige: Save your breath, story lady, you're under the weather - which in your case, would a Category 4 hurricane.
Storyteller: Oh, stop it - must you Cave Fraggles crack jokes about people's health?
Beige: Well, cracking jokes is a lot more fun than cracking rocks - and we did plenty of that when...
(Nora enters)
Nora: Mail call, people. (shuffles through mail) Well, well, well, my evil little sister is campaigning to do her Scouting Girls cookie drive again here.
Erin: Oh, is it that time of year again? I've been craving a few Mint Dreams.
Scooter: You'd have to clear it with Ed, though - give him and the others advance warning. And put me down for a box of Orange Delights.