Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

Oh... Here you go Dr. Van Neuter.
*Hands over a box of bandaids to the tip-top taxidermist. Mmm, maybe a bit of sleep will clear the cobwebs and help in choosing who/what will be the next victim sent Claudia's way.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Scooter: I see Claudia and her gang are causing trouble again.
Erin: Yes, "Back to the Future," anyone? (looks at messages) They're still fighting on the council...(scribbles notes on notepad)
Nora: I've decided what book I'm going to read - I'm going to read a tidbit from "James and the Giant Peach," by Roald Dahl.
Scooter: That one actually got banned? What was wrong with it?
Nora: No clue.
Storyteller: Wait a minute - Beige, you said Fraggle Cave never banned books, and yet you said "Fifty More Jokes from Fraggle Rock" was banned there for a time!
Beige: Er...well, not officially. It's just that the Cave's Oldest Fraggle kind of discouraged it.

 

[Erine81981]

*sees Randall* Hey dude. Hows thing hanging? *notices he's really tired and offers some help but sees the Two Head Monster* Whoa! It's you. *looks at the two head monster over and over* I've always wanted to meet you....two?

In room 26........

Herry: Have you seen Kyle?

Murray: Not me. *goes back to coloring*

Bruce: If you need some help i wouldn't mind coming to look for him.

*walks in* Hey guys.

Herry: Where have you been?

I guess i feel asleep over at Alex's room. She was going to make me some dinner and i guess i feel asleep. I hope she's not to made at me. *goes the fridge and gets a soda* Have ya'll seen who's dorming with Randall this year?

Herry: Nope. Who?

The Two Head Monster.

Herry: Whoa!

Same here. I thought the same thing. I'm going to be on the computer tonight. Getting the rest of the "Frog Prince" downloaded. Can't wait to watch it all. My favorite speical. *heads to the computer.

Herry: We might have to go greet Randall and the two head monster.

Murray: I wouldn't mind meeting them.

Bruce: Maybe....*jets off into his room*...later! *a sign hangs on the door that says "Don't Disturb."*

Herry: Oh well. *turns on the tv* Got to bee something on. Oh "Dirty Jobs." Oscar watches this.

Good leave it here. *still on the computer*

 

[Ruahnna]

The door to Room 20 swings open and three bedraggled figures traipse through.
Catherine: (wearily) Would, um, this be a good time to collapse?
Fozzie: Can we lay down now?
Kermit: Sheesh! I'm exhausted, too, folks, and I'm so hungry I could eat a--
Catherine: Don't say it!
Fozzie: Don't! Do NOT say it!
Kermit: (looking miffed) Well, fine then. But I was just going to point out that we've gotten the last load.
(Catherine and Fozzie brighten visibly. )
Catherine: Really?
Fozzie: Really really?
Kermit: Yep. That was the last load. Now all we have to do is, um....
(Kermit trails off, looking around the room in dismay)
Kermit: Um, all we have to do is, you know, clear a few pathways and all and then it will be just like, er, well--well the important thing is that we'll be able to sleep in our own beds tonight.
Fozzie: Remind me again of why we move out and move back in every year?
Catherine: So the dorms can be cleaned and, um, repaired and, well, fumigated and...well, the important thing is--WE GOT OUR OLD ROOM BACK! Isn't that great guys?
Fozzie: (sleepily) Um, is it okay if I just curl up here on the rug for a few--
(Catherine grabs his elbow and steers him toward the kitchen.)
Catherine: Here, Fozzie--I know I stashed some cold drinks and snacks in the fridge. You and Kermit go and get something to eat while I, um, see what we can do here about sleeping arrangements.
(As soon as they have disappeared into the kitchen, Catherine dashes to the boys bedrooms that open off the far side of the living space and surveys the damage. Actually, it's not so bad. With a couple of armfuls of clothes moved from the bed to the floor, Fozzie's room--and more importantly, bed--are ready for a tired occupant. She turns off the overhead light, fluffs his pillow and turns on the soft light on Fozzie's nightstand before leaving the room.
Kermit's rooms is almost perfect. There are about six outfits hanging in the closet, and maybe five boxes of personal items, plus a laundry basket of books, notebooks and papers. As usual, everything is Spartanly efficient and tidy. A very compartmentalized frog.)
(Catherine crosses the common area to the kitchen table to find that Fozzie is happily immersed in a peanut-butter and honey sandwich, and Kermit has discovered the jellied ants and has made his own sandwich. They look up and smile at her as she comes in. Kermit toes a chair toward her.)
Kermit: Take a load off.
Catherine: Take a load IN is more like it. But we're here! We're here at last.
Fozzie: (muffled through the peanut-butter and honey) Do yuth ink web mithed muth?
Catherine: (after a pause for her brain to decode) No--probably not too much, Fozzie. We've only missed about a week of school, and since we were able to get all of our syllabuses emailed to us before term, I think we'll be okay. I actually don't have anything tomorrow before, oh, ten o'clock, so I'll be able to get most everything ship-shape. (She turns to Kermit and smiles.) So--when's Piggy coming?
(Kermit startles so violently that Fozzie thumps him on the back a few times to make sure everything goes down right.)
Kermit: You--she didn't tell you?
Catherine: No. I thought she told you.
Kermit: No--no, no--I--I thought she must have told you when she was coming.
Fozzie: (surveying the piles of unpacked things in the living room) Um--you don't think she's already here and we've buried her under stuff, do you?
Catherine: No! Of course not...um. Well.... No. No no--I'm sure we would have, you know, heard something.
(Nevertheless, Kermit looks around nervously behind him.)
Kermit: Do you--you don't think she blew off school this semester, do you?
Catherine: Who, Piggy? No--I'm sure she didn't. Look--I'll call Marty tomorrow and see where she is.
Fozzie: What makes you think Marty will know?
Catherine: Marty always knows.
Kermit: Marty always know.
(They smile at each other.)
Catherine: C'mon--I'm invoking the right of mom-ish folk everywhere to order everyone around. Go to bed. Sleep tight. I'll put a few things away tonight and I'll call Marty in the morning and find out what train or plane or whatever Piggy is coming in on, okay?
Kermit: (tiredly) Okay.
Fozzie: (meekly) Yes ma'am.
(Catherine kisses Fozzie's fuzzy cheeky and pats Kermit on the back.)
Catherine: 'Night, m'dears. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

 

[The Count]

So hungry he could eat a... Piece of furniture? Mmm, I know the feeling, especially when the armchairs appear appetizing.

Hah, errands and duties are waiting... Chores must be done...
There are fanfics that must be read and songs that must be sung.
*Moves off humming a bit of "Working".

 

[BEAR]

Bryan: Another day at Hooper's here in Hensonville. I wonder who will come in today. (hears the bells on the door ringing indicating that someone has come in)
Ernie: (Cheerfully) Hi there, Bryan!
Bryan: Oh, hi, Ernie! Hi, Cookie Monster!
Cookie: (Waves) Hello!
Bryan: What brings you guys in?
Ernie: We've come to eat breakfast.
Bryan: Oh really?
Cookie: It most important meal of the day! (whispers to me) Actually, me think all meals important, but that just what we tell the kids.
Bryan: Oh.
Ernie: Can we please look at a menu?
Bryan: Oh, of course! (takes out two small menus)
Cookie: Wait wait wait! (refusing the menu)
Bryan: What is it?
Ernie: Yeah, what's wrong?
Cookie: Me no need menu. Me already know what me want.
Bryan: You do?
Cookie: (sings) Me want a soft boiled cookie
And a glass of cookie juice on the side
Or for a change one morning
Me will have cookies scrambled or fried

It isn't hard each morning
To keep me satisfied
Just give me a soft-boiled cookie
And a glass of cookie juice on the side

Ernie: Cookie Monster, we've talked about this before. I like cookies too, but you can't just eat them all the time.
Cookie: Why not?
Bryan: It's just not very good for you.
Ernie: Besides, there are so many other great things you can eat.
Cookie: Like what?

Ernie: (singing while pointing out different items on his menu) Sometimes I have a bowl of some crunchy cereal
I'd even have some orange juice too
On other days my favorite is boiled eggs and toast
And sometimes a stack of pancakes is the breakfast I love most

I'd drink a glass of milk or a cup of cocoa
Or even have a cup of tea
So many things a fella can eat for breakfast
That's why breakfast is so much fun for me

Cookie: I don't know...

Cookie: Me want a soft boiled cookie
Ernie: Sometimes I have a bowl of some crunchy cereal

Cookie: And a glass of cookie juice on the side
Ernie: Sometimes I have some orange juice too
Cookie: Or for a change one morning
Ernie: On other days my favorite is boiled eggs and toast

Cookie: Me will have cookies scrambled or fried
Ernie: And sometimes a stack of pancakes is the breakfast I love most

Cookie: It isn't hard each morning
Ernie: I'll have a glass of milk or a cup of cocoa

Cookie: To keep me satisfied
Ernie: Or maybe I'll just have a cup of tea

Cookie: Just give me a soft-boiled cookie
Ernie: So many things a fella can eat for breakfast

Cookie: And a glass of cookie juice on the side
Ernie: That's why breakfast is so much fun for me

Bryan: You know what, Cookie Monster. You are in luck.
Cookie: Really? Why?
Bryan: We are having a special this morning.
Cookie: A special? What special!
Bryan: Chocolate chip pancakes.
Cookie: Chocolate chip pancakes? You mean pancakes with little chocolate chippies inside?
Bryan: That's right!
Cookie: Oh boy! Me have that!
Bryan: Okay!
Cookie: (smacking lips) Oh boy, oh boy! It smell delicious!
Bryan: (sets a plate down with chocolate chip pancakes) Here ya go!
Cookie: Cowabunga! (picks up the stack of pancakes in his bare hands and devours them)
Bryan: Whoa!
Ernie: Oh my!
Cookie: That wonderful way to start the day. Thank you.
Bryan: Your welcome! Ernie, what'll you have.
Ernie: You know...those chocolate chip pancakes did look really good. I think I'll have some too.
Cookie: And give me refill please.
Ernie: Khekhekhe!

 

[Gloat]

Adam: *scratches Gloat's snout* so how have you been today?

Gloat: hungry

Adam: Still? You had pesto fish only an hour ago!

Gloat: You mean five hours ago, you fell asleep in the corridor outside our room

Adam: *looks at clock* so you're right! i guess ive been working too hard *yawns*

Gloat: *jumps off and into the play area*

Adam: *walks up to the Tv and inserting the 'Life of Brian' DVD* Fine, have fun, ill just watch TV *falls asleep as he sits back down*

 

[The Count]

Hmmm... Wonder if Bryan needs any help mapping out all the landmarks in town for that project of his. Hey Count, I'll be going over to Hooper's, mind the fort for me.
Count: Very well... Have fun.

 

[BEAR]

(At Hooper's...)

Bryan: (Cleaning chocolate and cake crumbs off the counter) Man, he really liked those chocolate chip pancakes. He must have had atleast 10 plates full, plus the plates! Wonder whose tab to put that on... (hears someone come in the door) Hi, Ed! What brings you here?

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
*Butterflies, birdies and scary woodland creatures flutter around her*
I'm sooo happy!
*Sings in a highpitched tone, making Beaker's cup of tea crack*

Bunsen:
*Covers ears*
Someone seems cheerful.

Beaker:
*Does the same*
Meep!
*Sees the cup and gasps*

Dr. Van Neuter:
Oh, what happened? Spill!

Claudia:
*Twirls*
Everything went wonderfully today.
Good grades, tutoring the children with disabilities--they were just wonderful, happy family, and a pass in a small test for building 10.
*Opens the window and allows the creatures to take leave*

Bunsen:
Thank you, they were starting to fill up the room.
What joyous news!

Beaker:
Meehappy!

Dr. Van Neuter:
Excellent! I know you're in a good mood so,
I am wondering if you help me this experiment here?

Claudia:
Sure!

Bunsen:
Today has certainly been running smoothly.
Less chaos and more progress!

Claudia:
*Giggles and kisses his forehead*
YUP!

Bunsen:
*Stutters*
*Faints*

Claudia:
*Does the same with Neuter and Beaker*

Van Neuter & Beaker:
*Faint*

Claudia:
What?
O_O
....was it something I said?