MC Dorms: 2009: Home for the Holidays.

[RedPiggy]

Pearl: Where's Kelly?

Spike (shrugs): That Sarah o' hers has had her anxious ovah da last coupla days. First dere was dat jumpin' off da sofa an' dey t'ought Sarah broke her leg. Dat was Sunday. Now, dey found Sarah shakin' her head like she had Parkinson's or somethin'. *sighs* It's always somethin'. Dem dogs are gonna worry her right into a grave.

Pearl: O_O Poor girl ...

 

[The Count]

*The scare crew's eating some waffles for breakfast, Count helping Ed with the syrup, Uncle D sleeping in after a party that went a smidge long into the hallowed night.

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (tiptoes out of the bathroom): Ooooh, my derriere ....

Spike (chuckles)

Pearl (is working at Scorched and Snowed)

Newsie (is writing a blog)

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (making a beeline for the food): Yum ... what's for dinner?

Kelly (waves to the folks in Room 17): Hi, guys!

Newsie (nodding): Yes, a little get-together sounds just lovely.

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly: O_O Chips!

Spike (chuckles to Ailie): Dat's a mistake. She likes chips da way you guys like pie. I'll have ta roll her outta your room.

Newsie (takes some chips from Ailie): Thank you, ma'am.

 

[RedPiggy]

Newsie: So, other than the fine cuisine, will there be games? I'm rather fond of Scrabble, myself.

Kelly: -_- I don't know him.

Spike (grins): We could make all kinds o' dirty words wit' 'em. I find dat makes da game much more enjoyable.

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (immediately puts his hand up): TWISTAH!

Kelly (facepalm)

Newsie: Maybe Kelly should play that Operation one.

Kelly: I'm not gonna be an OR nurse.

Newsie: Maybe you could argue it's extra credit?

 

[The Count]

Please let it be Twister... Or Scrabble...

*Count zips off to get some hotdog weenies for roasting.
O-o... Sleepover/campout?

*Singing... Heckfire, heckfire...
*Flames erupt on the table but it doesn't burn down or anything, helpful for cooking the weenies.

Hee, this reminds me of that old joke...
What's green and fluffy...
UD: An elf?
And you roast it on a stick?
UD: A dead elf.

 

[RedPiggy]

Spike (laughs hard): "Dead elf!"

Newsie: Mmmm ... yeah. -_-

Kelly: Ick. *to Ed* Can you imagine playing Twister with Spike?

 

[The Count]

Then pick something else? *Offers orange and black M&M's.
Count: Yes, a dead elf indeed. Not as tasty as bat burgers, but they're decent for a snack.