Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

Thanks Nora... Glad you guys enjoyed 'em.
Maybe I'll have time to watch some of the movies myself one of these days.

*Small sigh. BTW: Have any secret suggestions, should I add anything to For Richard?

 

[Katzi428]

Girls,I realized something last night.
Prairie:What's that?
Well...I'm going to be on my Europe cruise when it's Halloween.So I'm going to miss out on celebrating it with you both.I'm sorry.
Rosita:Oh,that's OK Kath. Prairie and I can either go back home or stay with someone here.
Well...we'll discuss it more when the time comes.

 

[Katzi428]

talking to Bryan on the phone an hour and a half later OK Bry...thanks for your offer.Bye.hanging upAll right Prairie and Rosita...
Gaffer:Meow!
...and Gaffer too of course. Bryan has offered to keep an eye on you while I'm away.But the plans aren't cemented yet.
Prairie:That's fine. Staying with Bryan is fun!
Rosita:Yes...he and his room mates are really sweet.

 

[Gloat]

*Adam is sitting in the common room with espresso*

Adam: Thank you! Something decent to drink!

Gloat: Can i have some?

Adam: No, it'll make you hyper... well, more hyper

Gloat: *blinks* I'm hungry

Adam: I'll get you a kiwi tomorow

Gloat: Ok then, i'll just go buy my own kiwis! *walks off*

Adam:........ Now thats dicsipline! It actually works! All these hard years have paid off!

Gloat: *walks by with firecrackers*

Adam: Wait, no! Gloat, those arent kiwis!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
Mmm...kiwis...
*Gets them from Gloat*

Bunsen:
No! Wait! Stop! Those are explosives Claudia!
Which Gloat mistook for kiwis!

Claudia:
Oh, thanks Bunnie.
*Hands it to him*

Bunsen:
*Sighs*
Phew...
*Looks at them*
Oh dear...

*They explode in front of Bunsen and Beaker*

Claudia:
*Sniffs*
Bunsen-cue anyone?

 

[Gloat]

Gloat: My kiwis! My... exploding kiwis!

Adam: Whoops! Sorry guys! i guess Gloat aint as clever as his IQ tells us

Gloat: What was my IQ?

Adam: 3

 

[The Count]

Hmm... That'd make him classified as "definite feeble-mindedness".
Bunsen-cue? Oh, don't mind if I do! Mmm, grilled melon-head.
*Serves Claudia some soda while we wait for the ribs to be done.

 

[Gloat]

Gloat: My IQ isnt 3! *tilts head in confusion*

Adam: You're right, im sorry, ill never make that mistake again

Gloat: Good

Adam: It's negative 15

Gloat: *stares*

Adam: Don't worry count, he's not smuggling, he just doesnt know what kiwis looks like since hes never had any before, either that or he is smuggling and you should call the police, but then i would disagree and hold him till he chokes not letting anyone get him...

*Boppity comes up with Itching powder*

Boppity: Hey guys!

Adam: Please dont hurt them Count, i bet they're just exited about halloween

 

[The Count]

They're your roomies... Just make sure they don't get into too much trouble and it'll be OK.

Hey Claudia, did you remember to bring the chips and dip?

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Erin: (tossing copy of Henry V aside) All right, that's enough Shakespeare for now. (goes to kitchen)
Beige: Like I said, the triple-chocolate ones with mint are pretty good...
Erin: (chuckle) Scooter was right when he said you sound an awful lot like Cookie Monster. (goes to cabinets) All right then, a batch of the chocolate ones...and maybe another kind - the cranberry-orange-chocolate chip ones.
Nora: (coming in and pouring a glass of milk) I was thinking of asking Ed if he could have me take to the mike and seranade the happy couple with "When I Grow Too Old To Dream..." but what do you think, is that too melodramatic or anything?
Storyteller: (following) Oh, that's beautiful...but what do you think, Scooter?
Scooter: Hmm, well, it might work, but then again some people might take that the wrong way...but it's just a story, isn't it?
Erin: (hunting for the cocoa canister) Sure, but it's still a good one. Beige, you want to get out the mint extract, and get that bag of dried cranberries?
Beige: Will do.
Erin: And Scooter, will either you or Nora go check and see how much flour and sugar we have?
Scooter: Let's see...(opens flour bin) Uh, bad news, Erin - flour bin's running on fumes.
Nora: (looks in sugar canister) And there's barely a cup of sugar left.
Erin: (closes cabinet) Well, that means that the culinary escapades are on hold until I can make a run to the shops.