Muppet Newsgirl
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Erin: Thank you, lovely bats. (puts tip money in jar marked: For next trip to Europe)
Nora: Shouldn't Jim and the others be arriving?
Storyteller: Hmmm...one Fraggle friend of mine who specializes in the paranormal says that there is an unusually large amount of...
Nora: Paranormal activity?
Storyteller: Yes, right outside our door.
(outside)
Jerry Juhl: I told you, we should have come in twos and threes.
Joe Raposo: It's kinda crowded out here.
Richard: Yeah, we could have waited, but our sorbet would have melted.
Jim: And after all that hard work she's put into it...
Christine: Not to mention all the time we've spent daydreaming about it.
Eren: Please, just knock on the door - Joe, you're standing on my foot.
(inside)
Erin: I think paranormal's the wrong word. I mean, they're angels, they're well-established in the holy kingdom of heaven, not wraiths condemned to walk the earth. (opens door) Come in, everyone, your sorbet's on the table.
(Jim and his band of loony angels eagerly traipse in, greet the mortal occupants of room 7 and make a collective celestial beeline for the sorbet - and the three of us grab our own cups of sorbet and join them)
Nora: Shouldn't Jim and the others be arriving?
Storyteller: Hmmm...one Fraggle friend of mine who specializes in the paranormal says that there is an unusually large amount of...
Nora: Paranormal activity?
Storyteller: Yes, right outside our door.
(outside)
Jerry Juhl: I told you, we should have come in twos and threes.
Joe Raposo: It's kinda crowded out here.
Richard: Yeah, we could have waited, but our sorbet would have melted.
Jim: And after all that hard work she's put into it...
Christine: Not to mention all the time we've spent daydreaming about it.
Eren: Please, just knock on the door - Joe, you're standing on my foot.
(inside)
Erin: I think paranormal's the wrong word. I mean, they're angels, they're well-established in the holy kingdom of heaven, not wraiths condemned to walk the earth. (opens door) Come in, everyone, your sorbet's on the table.
(Jim and his band of loony angels eagerly traipse in, greet the mortal occupants of room 7 and make a collective celestial beeline for the sorbet - and the three of us grab our own cups of sorbet and join them)