MC Dorms: Sorry, We're Closed Take 2

[TogetherAgain]

Rowlf: <plucking a few notes out on his piano> I wonder how long until we move in...
Chef: <shuffles cards... in a bowl, with a wisk, and sings> Hoo gumta noo woon to hoodem... Noo woon to foodem!
Rowlf: <picks up the tune> Know when to walk away... and know when to run...
Chef: Yoo noobin coon yer bussin... woon yer soobin un de tuubul!
Rowlf: There'll be plenty time for countin'...
Chef: Woon de hoodin doon!
Robin: <shakes head> I still don't get that song... <hops over and peers over Lisa's shoulder> What's wrong?
Lisa: <staring at blank document on laptop> <rubs forehead> This creative writing class is gonna be the death of me...
Robin: How come?
Lisa: <sigh> I'm supposed to write a story that's only six sentences long.
Robin: ...Shouldn't that be easy? It's nice and short!
Lisa: Yes, but I don't do short! I do long, convoluted, complicated... I don't do short!
Robin: ...But you are short.
Lisa: ...Yeah, those who live in glass houses, Tiny Tim.
Robin: <stands up straight>

 

[The Count]

Lisaaaa! ! ! *Huggles her.
Glad you got here. Erm, yeah, we're still renovating the town and schtuff.

Six sentence story? How about one sentence each on the Mayhem, or the Fraggle Five + Uncle Matt? Just some ideas. *Disappears to fight Potter tasks. *Leaves hot choc and choc chip cookies for the girl of the three minds and the blank page of doom!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: Mmm! Thank ye muchly, Ed! <nibbles chocolate chip cookie> I think I got it. It's morbid, but I think I got it.
Rowlf: What's it about?
Lisa: Suicide by shellfish.
Rowlf: <double take>
Lisa: <shrug> Hey, I said it was morbid.
Rowlf: ...Have you considered getting professional help?
Lisa: <pats Rowlf's shoulder> There are reasons I room with YOU, Dr. Bob.
Rowlf: ...Retirement never looked so good.

 

[The Count]

Suicide by shellfish? Poor cousin Manolo, he had a full lifes in fron of him okay. He could've been... A jumbo shrimp platter.

 

[The Count]

Count: Vhat are you doing Ed
Me: Sending Lisa the descript of another haunter to get her opinion. Now I need to talk to Kelly about our bootiful bluetiful secretary.
UD: You mean Shriekcy?
Me: Yes, not sure if that name should stick though. Oh well... I'll talk about it with Kells.
*Off to play some more Potter.

 

[The Count]

PAAAAAAANTS ON THE GROOOOOOOUUUNDDDDD!
(Okay, so I haven't heard the song, just felt like I had to get that out of my system).

Normal voice:
Pants on the ground...
Dot's Beauty and the Beast.
Snails on the lawn
And songs that go on.
And Dot's Beauty and the Beast.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (sits around near the Hispaniola subdivision)

Oscar: Got a headache?

Me (nods)

Oscar (screaming): GOOD! *loudly slams down trash can lid*

Me (groans)

 

[The Count]

*Soft: Want some chile kiles Kells? I got the recipe from my sister's boyfriend when they were home for the Christmas month. If not, that's okay too.

And I like your movie script, is good okay.

 

[The Count]

Yeah, erm... *Keeps quiet about the crazy sheet I have for a Garfield/McGruff/Pillsbury Doughboy/McDonald Land murder movie. Did I said it was some crazy sheet? In it, the Dough Boy's married to the Swiss Miss Cocoa girl. And the Quik Bunny's their son. Yeah, messed up it is, I know.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (scouting houses in the Hispaniola subdivision, answers my cellphone): Hello?

Static: *hiss, crackle, pop, snap, hiss, crackle*

Me: Hello? Hello? I can't hear you.

Voice: *hiss, crackle* ... 'ick ... *pop,snap* ... 'thing ... trashy.

Me (frowns): Oscar? You're breaking up!

Oscar: *hiss, hiss, crackle* Good! Can't have ... *pop, snap, hiss* ... reception.