MC Dorms: 2009: Home for the Holidays.

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin: Hmmm. You're just saying I can be an alien 'cause I'm GREEN, right? *sticks out her tongue* Just kidding. Hmmm. *dresses up with a black dress and black witch's hat* I'm that witch from Wizard of Oz!

Newsie: That's actually an unfair stereotype.

Cotterpin: AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH! *dresses up as a yellow bird*

Kelly: Big Bird?

Cotterpin: A peep.

Kelly (blank stare)

Cotterpin (facepalm): Right. She doesn't eat candy. Those little yellow marshmallow bird things?

Kelly (nods): OOOOOOH.

 

[The Count]

Ooh... What if we spray-paint you in gold or silver, then you could be an award statuette.

 

[Gelfling Girl]

Maggie: *jokingly* Who needs to win one of those movie awards when you are one?

 

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin: Hmm, my own award! We have a winner! *dresses up as one*

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (looks at the alarm clock, groans)

Spike: Aw, c'mon, toots ... t'ink of it dis way ... yer dat much closer ta gettin' yer license.

Kelly (throws a pillow at him)

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (bringing out a blackboard and chalk into the common room): Okay, we got Wire-Head, Glasses, Top Hat, Scales, Drummah Chick, Mumbles, an' Catfish. Today starts da official Spike "Guess Da Fate" bettin' scheme. Ya gotta guess da fates o' all dose guys I mentioned. Winnah gets stuck buyin'. *takes chalks and starts writing* Okay, I'm up: I bet Wire-Head is gonna propose ta Glasses, Top Hat gets stuck wit' babysittin' duties, Scales gets arrested for twenty counts o' fraud, Drummah Chick an' Mumbles go elope and Catfish gets stuck workin' for a video joint. *claps dust off hands* Who's next?

Kelly: Ummmm ... Wire-Head will end up playing in Wicked, Glasses will make a movie about interning with a fashion diva, Top Hat will do the theme park gig, Scales ... yeah, he's totally doing time, *laughs*, Drummer Chick will end up doing soundtracks for direct-to-tv movies, Mumbles will become a speech therapist, and Catfish will host his own show.

Newsie: I don't want to make any guesses until I see more of the story. A good reporter doesn't jump to conclusions.

Cotterpin (nods)

Pearl: Hmm ... I reckon I'll come up with guesses later.

 

[The Count]

Ah-ha! ! ! ! ! The list's finally finished! Version 19 of it anyway. Just have to add the chronological order of all productions included, and then it'll go online tomorrow. That reminds me... Need to contact some special guests for tomorrow as well. Meh. *Happy evil smile.

 

[RedPiggy]

Pearl, Spike, and Newsie (try to drag Kelly out of her room)

Kelly (clawing at the floor): NNNNOOOOOOOO! I DON'T WANNA GOOOOOOOO!

Pearl: Now, hon, how d'ya think you'll pass that test today if you don't get on over there and take it?

Newsie (grunting): If ... unh ... you ... ooh ... get an A on this ... argh ... one ... you can fail ... the other ... unh ... two ... and ... still ... pass.

Spike: C'mon, toots, it's not gonna be dat bad. If you believe in yerself hard enough, you'll pass it easily.

*Everyone stares at Spike*

Spike (shrugs): Got it off a PSA?

 

[The Count]

*One of the bats flies a slice of chocolate cake to the Count.
Ah, 1, 1 piece of cake!
*Uncle D plays the familiar tune on the organ as he and I sing felicidades to our fiend.
And that's 2 friends wishing me a happy birthday!
*Thunder and lightning are heard outside.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(The gang is taking advantage of a few spare Friday afternoon hours to start setting up a haunted house...Nora reads aloud various passages from "Phantom of the Opera" while the others run around.)

Nora: "It was the evening on which Messrs. Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to mark their retirement..."
Scooter: (lugging fake trapdoor out of closet) I thought we were putting the gargoyles up in the kitchen?
Erin: (putting Uncle Deadly's Hamlet portrait on the wall) Not enough space - the gargoyles will have to go by the door. Who's handling the timbrel cart?
Storyteller: (hanging a red paint-spattered 'Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite banner on said cart) It's nearly done - Mme. DeFarge would be proud.
Beige: (rigging up a few ghosts) Hmm...crazy woman who likes to knit. My grandmother was that way. Where are we putting the River Styx this year?