Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *still asleep in Sweetums arms, and peaceful smile on her face*
Bean: *whispers* When do you think she'll wake up?
Sweetums: *whispers* The potion's tranquilizing effect hasn't worn off yet. I dunno....
Elmo: Goosie is still asleep? Wooow. She has been sleeping a long time. Elmo is going to see how Kyle is feeling. *leaves*
Sweetums: *whispers* My arms are getting tired...

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
*Cheesy grin*

Bunsen, Beaker and Van Neuter:
*Clear their throats at her strangeness*

 

[redBoobergurl]

Red: Well, I've got a couple of cheerleaders so far. I might need to do a second round of audtions
Mokey: I'm sure you'll get some more if you do
Red: I think I will
Abby: Hey, where's Beth?
Wanda: Oh, she's been really stressed lately because of her job, remember?
Red: I feel so bad, when I first started living with her she didn't really like her job much either, but it was a different job
Mokey: Sometimes it's just hard to find the right fit
Abby: We should do something nice for her
Wanda: That's a great idea
*they brainstorm and decide to make an Oreo pie. Meanwhile, Beth returns to the dorms*
Beth: Hey girls, how was your weekend?
Wanda: That's not important right now
Beth: Why not?
Red: You just sit here
Mokey: And enjoy this special treat
Abby: Cause we love you lots
Beth: An Oreo pie? Did you guys make this or did the Swedish Chef make it?
Red: We did
Beth: Ok, I'll have some then! Thanks guys, you're the best

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(in kitchen, the occupants are prepping some of their contributions to tomorrow's festivities - individual chocolate mint cheesecakes, pineapple-kiwi punch and a batch of almond-pistachio biscotti)

Erin: (over the roar of the mixer) How's the crust coming along? Scooter, give me a status report on those chocolate wafers.
Scooter: (over the roar of the blender) A few more moments and they'll be pulverized enough.
Erin: (adding mint extract and melted chocolate to cream cheese filling) Excellent...and I think we'll take a few of these to Beth.
Scooter: I know. (removes blender bowl from its base and brings it over) She's upset over her job.
Storyteller: (slicing kiwis for the punch) Well...it's never supposed to be easy, I suppose.
Beige: (coring pineapple) But most people don't find their dream job on the first pass - I, on the other hand, became security Fraggle as soon as I was old enough, and...
Storyteller: (pouring ginger ale into punch bowl) You hated it.
Beige: (pause) Yeah, I did.
Erin: (hovering over pans with bowl of cream filling, as Scooter presses the crumb mixture into them) Hey, Nora, are you done toasting those almonds? We're going to need the oven shortly.
Nora: (opening oven door and sliding out a pan of almonds) It's all yours. And I could use the blender when you're done with it.

(up in heaven)

Richard: Well, we could let him have it with a barrage of water balloons...
Jerry: Oh, you and your water fights. I thought we cured you of that, Richard.
Joe: And is that any way to treat your boss on his birthday?
Richard: Guys, please. This is Jim we're talking about - as well as one of the scaredy cats.
(chorus of "Good point.")
Eren: (chuckle) You're still teasing Dave and Steve about the confetti incident?
Christine: Come on, the looks on their faces were priceless.
Don: I still think the servos under the cloud would be a good idea.
Joe: No - they said you've used up your allotted amount of pyrotechnics for the time being.

 

[The Count]

*Still at the furnace, conversing to the two stone demonheads as if they were familiars.
UD: Water balloons? And how would that be special... Or different than any other cloud raining down on him?
Shame really... Your pyrotechnics were among the best back in the day.
Ah my child, nothing is as sweet as a good fright.
We could however get some good lightningbolts... Spell out his name... Get some rainbows to cooperate, Joe you're good at that sort of thing.

Count makes a few more phone calls, to thank and apologize to Claudia for before... To Beth to see if she's doing well after a stressful week... Calls on Kathy and assures her it'll be better. Finally rings Catherine to know if she'll have her roomies, especially the frog, decked out for the shindig honoring the town's namesake.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
Bunnie, what are you working on?

Bunsen:
Nothing too important,
go dilly-dally with your usual happy-go-lucky self.

Claudia:
It's because I called you bald...

Bunsen:
You did?

Claudia:
Snap.

Bunsen:
Well, I cannot lie.
I am indeed bald.

Claudia:
It's just that, you'd usually go on about your experiments and all...

Bunsen:
I'll boast about it later!
Tah-tah! Go to sleep!

Claudia:
What?

Bunsen:
Yes, it's very late.

Claudia:
*Raises her nose with a stubborn air*
*Skips out of the room*

Beaker:
Meep.

Bunsen:
Yes, I pay no mind to her.

Dr. Van Neuter:
I do the same thing!
Just on you though!

Bunsen:
*Huffs*
All the better, to avoid speaking
to fruitcakes like you.

Dr. Van Neuter:
Saythat again..

[Eddie, I edited my previous post. So, do not apologize! I was being silly.]

 

[The Count]

Count: Huh?
Me: Pay him no mind? If you say so... Usually I pay in dollars and cents. But I guess no mind's fair enough to pay im. Certainly beats making sense. Though making dollars is better, if not harder. Oh, let's just forget it all and pay no attention, if you have that as currency instead.

*To show my sis I can be silly at times too.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(some time later)

Erin: Careful, careful...these are hot.
Storyteller: Good grief, those smell good.
Beige: Please, don't drool in the punch.
(chorus of grossed-out remarks)
Erin: (putting some of the miniature cheesecakes onto a serving plate) Scooter, you want to take these over to Beth?
Scooter: Sure. (heads that way with plate)
Storyteller: How are those biscotti coming, Nora?
Nora: (slicing lump of almond and pistachio-studded dough into the familiar slices) Almost ready for the first baking.

(up in heaven)

Joe: Hmm...yes, the rainbows would be an excellent idea.
Jerry: But if we did the lightning bolts, we couldn't have any formation flying.
Christine: But we want to do the flying V.
Richard: Yeah - and I've been working on my barrel roll.
Don: Let's go with the lightning bolts - and I'll throw in a few Catherine wheels and maybe some...
Eren: Nice try, pyro boy. (pause) I'll just bring the usual platter of baklava - and Joe, you must bring those black and white cheesecake bars of yours.
Joe: Ah, yes, the piano bars. I'll get to them tomorrow morning.

 

[The Count]

*Still at the furnace...
UD: But some leeway must be given Don. After all, we need Jim's star to blaze across the heavens. How else is he to have lighted candles?
Count: Wery well Batty, you get the rest of the girls to make a run over to Muff YN Fluff to get us batches of the flavored cookies. Ed still has half a heavy book to read via audio cassette, but he'll definitely be there tomorrow. He's also hoping a certain autumnly season vill make it's first foliaged fall soon now that it is his most favorite season of all.
*The vampire tucks away the recipe cards for lime in coconut kisses, key lime pie, and Caribbean Cooler punch into his coat pockets for him and the spookly blue lightning shooter to prepare on the morrow.

 

[Ruahnna]

Piggy: Is that what you're wearing tomorrow?
Kermit: (a little defensive) Um, yeah.
Piggy: Kermit, sweetie, I don't want to seem bossy, but don't you think you could wear something a little more, I don't know, festive?
Kermit: What do you mean? I like this outfit! It's a go anywhere outfit!
Fozzie: But, um, Kermit--you aren't wearing anything! (to self) Why does this plot sound so familiar?
Kermit: Exactly! If it was good enough for Sesame Street and The Muppet Show, it ought to be good enough for the celebration for Jim. Besides--Jim LIKED green. A LOT!
Piggy: (sighing) Okay, Sweetie. Don't get your shorts in a bunch.
Kermit: (irked) I'm not wearing any, okay? Got something to say about that?
Catherine: (coming in from the kitchen) Okay--everybody calm down, alright? I don't think Piggy was complaining about the way you look Kermit. In fact, I'm pretty sure she likes the cut of your, um, suit.
(Kermit blushes, but so does Piggy, and they sneak glances at each other and giggle.)
Piggy: I'm not complaining about the way you look, Kermie--I'm just wondering if we couldn't jazz things up a little.
Kermit: (wryly, but at least receptive) For instance?
Piggy: How about a hat?
Kermit: A hat?
Fozzie: A hat?
Catherine: What kind of hat?
Piggy: I'm glad you asked!
(She produces a smart top hat from a big hat box and hands it to Kermit, who eyes it dubiously.)
Piggy: (encouragingly) Go ahead--try it on.
(Kermit sighs and tries on the top hat. He looks in the mirror and his roomies crowd around him to look at his reflection, too. Gradually, Piggy's look of anticipation changes to one of mirth, which she tries vainly to hide. Kermit finally says what they're all thinking.
Kermit: I look like Mr. Peanut.
Fozzie: Um, sortof.
Catherine: You need spats, but...yeah. And you could borrow The Count's monocle.
(Piggy says nothing, but finally bursts into little snorts and giggles of laughter. Kermit shucks the hat off and hands it too her with great ceremony, and she takes it and manages to look just a LITTLE abashed.)
Piggy: Okay--you were right. You should go just like you are.
Kermit: (just a little uncertain) You're sure?
(Piggy's blue eyes are full of mischief.)
Piggy: Yes--I'm sure. I shouldn't have tried to improve on perfection. (She sashays away.)
(Kermit stands there for a moment. If he'd had eyebrows, they would have climbed into his hairline--if he'd had hair.)
Kermit: (With a very self-satified air) Hmmmm....perfection. I like the sound of that.
Fozzie: I kindof liked the hat.....
Catherine: Shoo--off to bed or SOMEWHERE else! I'm cooking for tomorrow and I need a few less distractions. Shoo!