Hensonville City 2011

[Lola p]

Grace: I'm bored.

Abby: You wanna prank Don?

Grace: Yep.

***In Don's room**

Grace: *puts two sharpie dots on Don's neck*
He is a heavy sleeper...
Abby: **super glues fake vampire teeth to Dons mouth*

Grace: *splashes kool aid ok Don*

Hehehe...

*the two girls exit and laugh like nuts*

****2 hours later****


Don: wakes up and goes to the bathroom**

AHHH! OMIGOSH!

*Grace and Abby laugh*

Don: *runs out*

Grace, do not be alarmed. I think I might be- undead now...

Grace: *trying hard not to laugh*

Really now? Are you a vampire suddenly?

Don: I guess I am.... *cries*

Grace: Um... Meet me outside Abby, we need to go on a walk...

*they exit to the hall, and laugh loudly*

Grace: Hey look Don! Gullibles written on the cealing!

Don: *looks up*

Wait-

Glares and walks away**

**Grace and Abby laugh so hard they begin to cry**

 

[newsmanfan]

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Sure is quiet around here.

A little too quiet...

Rhonda *whistles haunting theme from "A Fistful of Dollars"*

We should stir some stuff up.

Uh...cooking? Well, um, I can stir, I guess...let me just roll up my sleeves and put my apron on...

Rhonda: Oh, bruddah.

Um, Newsie, I didn't mean literally. I just mean it's too danged quiet around here.

Oh! Right. Um. *beat* We could...make paper airplanes and sail them off the roof.

Rhonda: Or we could fill some waterballoons and do the same thing! *evil grin*

I like the way you think, rat.

Er...but...we won't get hit with them, will we?

Not unless you know someone that can throw a balloon up that many stories!

Rhonda: Let's not tell Sweetums.

Do we have to tell anyone? Won't we get in trouble?

Probably, but it'll be fun! Come on, Muppet boy! Grab that bag of balloons! Rhonda, you hook up the hose! Last one to the roof is a Frackle!
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[The Count]

It has been quiet here.
Me: A little too quiet.
UD: That's a lot of balloons they've got.
Me: A little too lot of balloons.
Vhat?
Me: Ally Sheedy's Frankenstein.
UD: Oh, he's stuck in movie quote mode, like the frog when he met Ashley Tisdale.
Me: The roof?! No, don't go there! Heaven's up there, behind the boiler pipes!
Vas that from a movie?
UD: Yes, the eternal classic Soultaker.
Me: Take it to the bridge! Dump it in the water.
UD: How many times... He's not Sinbad!
Me: No Sinbad. *Two-toned evil sprite whistle.

 

[The Count]

*Thinks about having an ol' boardwalk party down at the pools this weekend, if other people would be interested.

 

[Lola p]

Grace: *notices commotion*

Huh. Someone must be here...

Don: More. weirdos.

*face piano*

Abby: Yay! More people!

Cantus: Should we say hi?

Grace: Yes! Come on guys!

*goes down to apartment 9 with a pie*

 

[newsmanfan]

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Ahem. Um. Are we giving Pew anything?

Rhonda: I'm still miffed about the fleas he gave ME. *shudders* Which reminds me...is it time to spray again yet?

We missed another birthday? Sheesh. Uh...sure...um...wait, got it! *runs to room, returns holding up a small gold coin* Tah daaah!

Rhonda: You are not seriously giving him something valuable, are you?

It's plastic, actually. It's one of the "gold" coins from Gasparilla I've collected and held onto through the years.

Rhonda: Gaspa-whatta?

*ostentatious throat-clearing* A-HEM. In the city of Tampa, for nearly a hundred years, they have celebrated the hanging of the horrible pirate Jose Gaspar! The city holds a parade, art festivals, and a huge party...although I admit I'm a little unclear on why businessmen dressed as pirates "invade" the city...wouldn't it make more sense if they restaged the actual hanging?

Umm...Newsie...I'm really touched that you did some research on my hometown...but Jose Gaspar was fictional.

What? You hanged a FICTIONAL pirate? How the heck does that work?

Er...

Rhonda *sigh* Forget it, kid. Why doncha just mail the little coin thingy to Pew? Oh, and make sure to wipe all trace of yourself off it before you send it...the NOSE on that guy...yeeesh.

*following me down to the mailbox* But...but...what do you use for that? A fictional noose? *chuckles* Was he apprehended by a fictional sheriff?

*sticking the fake gold coin addressed to Pew in the inter-townhouse mailbox* Um. Newsie. You do get the difference between real and fake, right?

What kind of Newsman would I be if I didn't? Your stories are fiction...stuff falling on me out of nowhere is real.

Ummm...okay...

Good thing I'm not giving a newscast right this second! Those things always manage to -- *twenty penguins fall out of nowhere on top of Newsie*

Shoo! Shoo, you fish-breathed dancer wannabes! Newsie, are you all right?

That's just not fair. Not fair at all. *giving me big sad eyes through his crushed glasses*

Awwww....it's okay... *hug* *sniff* *sniff, sniff* Um. You smell like fish now.

How is that MY fault?!
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[The Count]

Fake news is the best, that's why Jon rules!
UD: So about that pirate... Do you suppose he was a pirate ghost?
Not this circular conversation again.
Me: *Impressed with the entire misdirectional Krampas caper the Myster Inc. kids pulled off in the episode of what I'm considering the current alternate Doo-universe.
UD: I hope those pirate ghosts didn't curse our town.
Ve might need to call in that Norman kid.
UD: The one that throws the spicy humus?
Me: Oh noooo! Spicy humus! Whatever'll we do?
UD: Uh...
Vell...
Me: Oh, I got some pita bone chips, those'll go great with the spicy humus.
UD: Friiiight.
Ah, let's just back avay slowly.
Me: Hey Kris, you up for some sampo?
*Roomies decide to go visit Aunt Ru and hers for a while until craziness dies down.

 

[newsmanfan]

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SAMPO!

What's a sampo?

Rhonda: Don't think I wanna know.

Well, I'd have to capture all four winds just to get the bellows for the fire to be hot enough to forge a sampo anyway, so I guess that's out...who wants a cold drink?

Rhonda: Me!

Er...non-alcoholic? I still have a newscast to do tonight.

I was thinking of frozen cappuccinos.

Rhonda: Oh, I am all OVER that. Lemme get my purse. What day is it? Wednesday? Okay, that'll be the all-business brown strap one, then...

You have a different purse for each day of the week?

Rhonda: So? Better than always wearing that ugly plaid.

I'll have you know I own a fresh ugly plaid for every workday! Uh...

Don't think that's how you meant that to come out.
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[The Count]

Fresh ugly plaid... *Chuckle.

*Clang. Clang.
The Tri-Star Pictures logo's ready!
UD: Don't tell me Sinbad's in this movie.
Sinbad's in this movie.
UD: I asked you not to tell me that!

*Spots a Viking lemming on a log, floating past down the rain gutters in town.
Let's go surfing now, even Sven's learning how, come on on safari with me.
UD: If everybody had a pine tree...
Me: I fish they all could be Norfegian girls!

*Grabs wallet and joins Kris for frozen cappuccinos.
Didn't you tell Ru you don't drink coffee?
Me: Yeah, except for this stuff, like when mom makes it and it ends up with some icy gravel at the bottom of the glass.

 

[Katzi428]

coming in the Apartment with an armload of presents for a certain young birthday frog Anybody home??

Robin comes running toward me: MOM!!! enguulfs me in a tacklehug
Happy Birthday honey! hugging him Did you think I forgot your birthday?
Robin: Well...kinda.

I'd NEVER forget your birthday. Where's everyone else?
As if on cue Chef comes out of the kitchen Robin..whut were yu told aboot letting strangurs intu der house? at me. It's aboot time you came home yu know! giving me a hug
hugging him backMissed you too Chef! Where's the rest of the crew?

Chef: Getting SUMBUDEE'S burthdee presents downtown. I'm working or der pustasheeoo cake.
Sounds yummy!