Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[theprawncracker]

Rizzo: Hey, Ry, can I get dessert too?
Ryan: Would it make a difference if I said no?
Rizzo: Not a lick.
Ryan: Didn't think so. Go ahead.
Rizzo: Suh-weet! I'll take the whole menu, please.
Ryan: Good grief...

 

[BEAR]

Ernie: Make that two!
Bert: Ernie!
Ernie: It's for the doggie.
Bert: So you're going to order every dessert on the menu for the dog?
Ernie: Of course not, Bert. Dogs can't have chocolate.
Bert: I don't get it.
Ernie: The doggie just wants something to read. He's very smart.
Bert: Why do I even bother?
Ernie: Because you care.
Dog: (licks Bert's nose)
Ernie: Khekhekhe!

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: Heh, poor Bert.
Clifford: Hey, he's lucky, he's gettin' out of our room. Heh heh.
Ryan: *smirks* You know, you can leave too.
Clifford: Nah, I'm too comfy where I am.
Ryan: Then watch whatcha say, buster.

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: Floyd, where are you going?

Floyd: I'm going outside to do some meditating and work on this new song.

Alex: You're writing a new song? How exciting!

Floyd: Yeah, we'll see how it goes. Are you coming?

Alex: Sure! *grabs sketchpad, journal, and camera*

*the two head outside*

 

[BEAR]

(Cell phone rings)
Bry: (answering) Hello? Uh...sure. (to Ernie) It's for you.
Ernie: Oh, okay. (takes phone) Hello? Oh, hi, Grover. We'll be right there. Bye. (hangs up) Come on, guys. We've got a job to do.
Bert: What's going on?
Ernie: Hoots is missing his band and he needs some replacements to play for Grover's campaign party.
Telly: Oh boy! Should I bring my triangle or my tuba? Oh I just can't decide!!!
Bry: Telly...
Telly: You're right, Bryan. I'll bring both!
(Bert, Ernie and Telly leave to help Grover)
Bry: (calling after them) But who's gonna eat all these desserts?!

 

[theprawncracker]

Rizzo: *raises hand* Right here! *starts eating*

 

[BEAR]

Rizzo: *raises hand* Right here! *starts eating*

Bry: (watching Rizzo stuff his face) Gee...can I get you anything else?

 

[The Count]

*AM Waiter produces a slip of paper from within his coat. Your check sirs.

 

[Beakerfan]

* somewhere in the middle of a large amount of trees, Floyd and Alex are sitting peacefully*

Alex: *eyes closed* So, how's your song coming along?

Floyd: So far, it's not coming along.

Alex: Don't worry. It will come to ya. *takes a deep, relaxing breath*

Floyd: How's your sketching coming along?

Alex: *big sigh* It's not coming along either.

*both go back to sitting in silence, waiting for inspiration*

 

[The Count]

*From up in the trees... Rockin' Robin: Hey Floyd, I hear you're needed for a gig over at the presidential campaigns. Piggy got the Mayhem, they're axing for you my man. Better go tell Clifford too.
*Flies away.