Storyteller: And then, the fearsome Foxglove Fraggle raised his bony arms over the crowd of terrified Fraggles, and in a terrible voice proclaimed...
(door opens)
Nora: Hold on, someone's here.
(enter MN)
Storyteller: Well, it's about time you got back here, Miss Newsy Floozy.
MN: (snort) And a happy 2007 to you too, Storyteller. It rained like I-don't-know-what in Jersey.
Nora: Yeah, I heard. And didn't they cancel the Mummers parade in Philly?
Storyteller: Mummers parade? What's that?
MN: An excuse for silly creatures to get dressed up in fancy costumes and parade about the city. And I think it just got delayed for a day.
Storyteller: Well, sit you down, dear girl, and listen to my tale of the Foxglove Fraggle.
MN: Sounds deadly. Let me grab a cup of tea and I'll join you. (goes into kitchen for said cup of tea) You know, while my mom and I were out puttering around town on New Year's Eve, we found a chocolate shop that was selling the most divine hot chocolate.
Nora: Oooh, do tell.
MN: (returns with tea) Yeah, the stuff's imported from Italy. Probably costs the owner a bundle, but it's worth it. It's like drinking hot liquefied chocolate pudding, and it's a good balance of sweet and bitter...
Storyteller: Stop it, you're making me salivate all over the sofa.
MN: So tell me about old Foxglove. He was proclaiming something in a terrible voice.
Storyteller: Oh, right, right. (clears throat) And he proclaimed in a terrible voice, "Foolish little Fraggles, you shall regret trespassing in my sacred caves. You shall all pay a terrible price for your transgressions."
MN: Gee, sounds like the head of my neighborhood's homeowner's association.