MC Dorms: Sorry, We're Closed Take 2

[AnimatedC9000]

Cait: Okay, on the count of three, we attack. One--

Lips: Three! *jumps to be behind Zoot and huggles him* Hi Zoot. XPPP

Janice: Like, rull mature, you two. XPPP

Cait: *to Joëlle* Hi there! 833

Janice: Like, sorry about my friends. I think they've been eating a little too much sugar, you know? XPPP

 

[RedPiggy]

Rizzo (finds everyone talking): I dunno 'bout you guys, but I find map-readin' skills ta be very useful.

Turbo (reading it): Whose idea was it to shrink da town an' clean up da roadways?

Rizzo (shrugs): Well, maybe Cottahpin. She was always tryin' ta redesign da whole city.

Turbo: Yeh, but Cottahpin can't just do somethin' simple. She's always tryin' ta make t'ings complicated. Can't be her.

Rizzo (shrugs): Anyway, you guys might wanna confoim what we've been seein' 'round town wit' Ed, but when Kells flamebroiled Hensonville ta a crisp, we non-human folks had ta rebuild, an' since most o' us ain't ovah t'ree feet tall, it was decided you college mooks would have yer own housin', 'cause dat way we wouldn't have ta rebuild dat big ol' mile-wide buildin' called da Dorms.

Turbo: What's a "mall"?

Rizzo: Oh, dat's a big buildin' where you stash a whole bunch o' stores an' stuff. *spots Joelle* 'Ey, momma -- feed da baby, gotta love me? *pats her leg tenderly*

 

[RedPiggy]

Rizzo: Ah, now yer speakin' my lingo!

Turbo (whispers to RF): 'Ey, kiddo ... you like tossin' games an' stuff? I'll get ya da best Doozah sticks if you can toss me up an' down ... real fast an' real high.

Rizzo (eating the candy bar): I wouldn't if I were you, RF. Poor kid's got a serious adrenaline junkie problem. From what I can tell, Doozahs get sick if dey go bouncin' up an' down, an' dis creep here'd sell his own muddah fer a ride.

Turbo (shakes his head, elbows RF's knee): I'll get ya all da Doozah sticks ya want! Dose t'ings are PURE SUGAR, kiddo. We got a deal?

 

[RedPiggy]

Turbo (just now is conscious enough to walk around, leaves a pile of highly concentrated Doozer sticks of different berry flavors near RF)

 

[The Count]

*Leaves hot chocolate for everybody.
You know, if I ever get to go to Orleans, one of my must stops is the Creole Creamery.
*Scoops one of the beignets and adds raisins. Mmm, thanks, just the thing for a cold rainy day like today.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (just chilling at the docks, swinging my feet in the lake)

Oscar (reading trashy magazines, LOL)

Turbo: So, Rizzo ... what d'you guys do for fun?

Rizzo: I tol' ya I ain't slingshottin' ya again, Turbo. Really, man ... ya gotta lay off dat stuff.

Turbo: I ain't got no problem I can't handle. I can quit anytime I want.

Rizzo: Riiiiiiiiiight. 'Ey, Kells ... whatcha wanna do tonight?

Me: I was hoping to add some more to my video game or my movie, but the stress of taking my mother to jury duty tomorrow has left me feeling rather ... frustrated and drained.

Rizzo: Wow. Tough break. But c'mon, we gotta do SOMETHIN'. Tell 'er, Oscah. Tell 'er we're bored ta tears.

Oscar (flipping through pages): Speak fer yerselves, Rizzo. I'm havin' a grand ol' miserable time here in my trash can.

Rizzo: -_- Nat'rally.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me: Oh, hey, guys! I'm all for chillin'.

Rizzo (closes eyes and taps foot): Yeh, baby ... right there, right there ... mmmmmmmm.

Turbo (looks at Sawyer): O_O 'Ey, uh, whatevah you are ... wanna go skippin' up an' down da docks?

Oscar (at Joelle): Nice stains! Bluegrass? Bermuda? Centipede?

 

[The Count]

Mmm... Just mindin' my own business.
Gonna watch some football...

*Eating chips and guacamole gotten from Kelly's Cafe.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (wears a pair of dark sunglasses and a white dress, dances at the docks): Don't matter what you look like, don't matter what you wear! How many rings you got on yo' finger? We don't care!

Rizzo: I kinda care.

Me: Don't matter where you come from! Don't even matter what you are! *grabs a Rowlf plushie* A dog ... *grabs a Spamela plushie* ... a pig ... *grabs a Count von Count plushie* ... a count ... *grabs a Digit plushie* ... a 'borg ... We got 'em all in here!

All (can't help getting in the mood): We got 'em all in here!

Me (ecstatic by now, waves from Lake Henson crashing in time to the music): If they all knew what they wanted, what they wanted- need to do. I told them what they needed, just like I be telling you! You got to diiiiiiiiiig a little deeper! Find out who you are! You gotta diiiiiiiig a little deeper! It really ain't that far! When you found out who you are, you find out what you need. Blue skies and sunshine, g'anteed!

Rizzo (checking his watch): Wrap this up -- gotta pick up yer dogs.

Me (nods, grabs a small green guy with a trenchoat and a fedora): Lil' salesman was a rich lil' boy, you wanna be rich again? That ain't gonna make you happy now -- did it make you happy then?

Rizzo (nods hurriedly): Yeah, yeah, yeah -- blue skies an' sunshine, guaranteed. *music stops* May we go now?

Me (sighs): Sure.

 

[The Count]

*Rully needs to get out and go see Princess+Frog.
*Applauds. *Makes hot chocolate for dormies.