MC Dorms: 2009: Summer Vacation.

[The Count]

Yezzz? If you say so. Uncle D naps on his bed, Count drinks some dark lemonade with his cat in his lap.

Softly...
I know just how to whisper.
And I know just how to cry.
I know where to find the answers.
And I know just how to lie...

 

[Beauregard]

Bo: *pings the reception bell* Alright! We're moving in! Just be and the...the...Mole is it?...Just me and the Beau...back in the ol' Bachelors Pad...Just the two of us. Peace, quiet...
Beau: *dragging pile of large suitcases* So...where should I put these mops?
Ragmop 1: Ay ay ay ay ay AY! *running around the reception like a loose cannon*
Ragmop 2: Ignore him...*sigh*...He's over excited...
Female Ragmop: I'll need a place to keep all my dish clothes...and the wringer...

 

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin (playing video games in the game room ... I guess a PSP, since it's small enough )

Pearl (snoozing on a sofa in the common room)

Kelly (gives her dogs some pills 'cause they're sick): YAY! *finds a pill on the patio just minutes later* BOO!

 

[The Count]

Yeah Kells, ya gotta hide them in their food, wrap it tight in a rolled-up piece of ham or cheese.

*Back to work...

 

[RedPiggy]

Yeah Kells, ya gotta hide them in their food, wrap it tight in a rolled-up piece of ham or cheese.

*Back to work...

Cotterpin: Yeah, we Doozers have been working on making medicated Doozer sticks for sick Fraggles. So far it works.

Pearl: Oh, Kelly used rolled-up ham ... the problem was the pills fell out of the ham.

Cotterpin (nods): I might deliver some medicated Doozer sticks to Kelly's dogs. I hear they'll eat anything in her mother's garden. Well, not everything, but they like onions real well.

 

[The Count]

Mmm, dried onion-flavored Doozersticks. Will have to try those some day.

 

[Beauregard]

Bo: *after the unsettling Reception incident*...*heads into Room 28 and sets bags down on the lower bunk of the beds* For a moment there I thought that Beau had brought talking, singing mops with him...
Ragmop 1: *crashes through door, spinning around the room* M! I say M-O! M-O-P! I say M-O-P-P!
Ragmop 2: *depressed*...Raggmopp...
Female Ragmop: Don't worry...I'm sure we can get this place cleaned up in no time...We are mops, after all.
Beau: *following behind*...Hey, I didn't invite them...They just came...
Bo: *headslap*

 

[christyb]

Away in Flordia

Skeeter: *on Beach* So you sure we aren't too late at getting back for the Summer term

Me: I don't think so. It doesn't start for another week...I think.

Sprocket: *hunts for shells with his nose*

 

[Beauregard]

Bo: *unpacking, ignoring the constant noise of the Ragmops* So I hear there's gunna be a girl moving in Next Door, number 26 sometime soon.
Beau: *frowns*
Bo: I'll go over with a cup of sugar or something when she gets here...Only seems polite.
Beau: *folds old cloths into drawers*
Bo: ...Hey, what? You can bring a family of hyper and depressed Mops into my new home, and I can't even go see the girl next door?

Ragmop 1: I say R!
Ragmop 2: I say...shut up!
Female Ragmop: I say...Don't FIGHT!
Ragmop 1: I say R-A-G-G, M-O-P-P, Ragmop!
Ragmop 2: *headslap*

Bo: How does that even work with a mop?

 

[christyb]

Skeeter: So is Beau speaking to you yet?

Me: No and I'm not sure what I did.

Skeeter: hmmm

Sprocket: *crap pokes a claw outta the sand pinches Sprockets nose*