Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

*Wipes away happy tears after finishing the latest Muppetcast episode. Good night everybody.
MC Dorms were brought to you by the letter X and by the number 20.
Sweet dreams.

 

[Ruahnna]

But I was really good at leapfrog back at the swamp....

(Kermit comes quietly in the door, shuts it behind him and tiptoes toward his room. His flippersteps pause, and he redirects his steps toward the little kitchen, where a light is burning over the sink. He cannot see his roomie, Catherine, who would be sitting quietly in one of the lime tween recliners typing on her laptop except for the fact that her hands aren’t moving. In fact, they haven’t been moving much at all this week.)
Catherine: (dryly) There’s hot chocolate—and some of those cold cuts you like.
(Kermit lets out a yelp and gives a hop worthy of a frog, then stops with his hands pressed to his heart.)
Kermit: Sheesh—are you trying to scare me to death? (He eyes the keyboard.) How’s it coming?
Catherine: (making a scrunchy face) Just peachy, dear. How ‘bout you—what’s class is keeping you up so late studying?
(Kermit quickly looks away, toward the kitchen.)
Kermit: You said there were some cold cuts? The ones with—
Catherine: Aah aah ahh! I don’t ask, you don’t tell. But yes—Geno called and said some more of the cold cuts you like came in earlier today, so Fozzie stopped off after class. (She stands up, carefully closes the laptop and walks to the kitchen.) I need a break. Come on—let me make you a sandwich.
Kermit: How about a couple? I could eat a—
Catherine: Aah! No askie, to tellie!
Kermit: (humphing and muttering) People are so weird.
(Catherine smiles and busies herself in the kitchen. She puts a couple of slices of…something between two toasted layers of dark brown bread, sets out mustard and pickles.)
Catherine: Hot chocolate? I’ve got the teapot hot….
Kermit: Got any herbal tea?
Catherine: (frowning) Not my usual cup of tea, but I think there’s some peppermint.
Kermit: (morosely) Sounds great. I could use a little more pep.
Catherine: So, you aren’t going to tell me what class has got you so het up? It’s not like you to sweat the books.
(Kermit starts to speak, but stops himself by taking a big bite of his sandwich. He chews determinedly, but his expression gradually goes from distracted by what he doesn’t want to say to distracted by the taste and texture of the sandwich. His eyes take on a dreamy contented look, but it is temporary. Catherine slips another sandwich onto this plate to take the place of the rapidly disappearing first one.)
Catherine: (studying Kermit) Piggy’s right—you look thin. C’mon—confession is good for the soul. What are you so worried about?
(Kermit mutters something indistinct, that might have included the word “failing” in it.)
Catherine: (raising a sardonic eyebrow) You want to run that by me again?
Kermit: Not really.
Catherine: (mystified) What on--?
Kermit: You’ll laugh.
(Catherine is so surprised she sits back, and her expression changes from exasperation to concern and surprise.)
Catherine: Why would I laugh if you were failing a class? C’mon, sweetie—just tell me. Maybe it’s not to late to get a tutor.
(Kermit covers his face with his hands.)
Kermit: It’s humiliating.
Catherine: (taken aback, but trying to sound firm) Oh, come now. It can’t be that bad—um, can it? What could YOU be failing that would be embarrassing? (The thought “Pig-wooing 101" popped into her head but she stuffed it back down.)
Kermit: Hmphumph.
Catherine: Um….
Kermit: (bursting out with it at last) Hip Hop! I’m failing Hip Hop!
(There is a terrible moment when his roomie is afraid she might laugh after all, thereby banishing her from the beloved walls of Room 20 and from the friendship she so cherishes. Luckily, the moment passes.)
Catherine: Um, so…so you’re failing…Hip Hop. Kermit, I…um, look—not to be rude or anything, but why on earth did you sign up for…oh. Oh.
(Kermit’s cheeks are scarlet, and his eyes are defiant over his blazing cheeks. Although there is just a hint of teasing in Catherine’s voice, her tone is gentle.)
Catherine: Kermit, honey—what—exactly—did you think the class was going to be like?
Kermit: (stiffly) I don’t see how that’s relevant NOW. But I'll tell you what is relevant--if my freestyle routine doesn’t kick butt, I’m going to flunk.
Catherine: Flunk flunk--or get a bad grade flunk?
Kermit: (flatly) Flunk flunk. It's pass/fail.
Catherine: (carefully) Oh. Do you want to show me your routine, um, now?
Kermit: (looking around nervously) No. Um, not really.
Catherine: Kermit….
Kermit: Okay, okay—but you have to promise not to laugh.
(Catherine nodded. If she had not laughed before, she could keep a straight face now--no matter what.)
Catherine: Okay, Kermit. Show me what you’ve go so far.

(to be continued)

 

[christyb]

Christy: *walking about town in the early hours of the morning, walks into the local coffee house as it opens and orders a cup resting in front of the fireplace on a couch*

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen:
Try it on, Beaker.

Beaker:
(Observes the stylish coat)
Nope.

Bunsen:
Come now...do put it on.
(Prods him to it)

Beaker:
(Fearfully puts it on)

Bunsen:
Oh, how handsome you look.
Now, if we could just have you change the temperature...
we could achieve potential success!

Beaker:
(Begs him not to make him do so)

Bunsen:
Silly, Beakie!
(Adjusts the built-in heat to a medium)
Such a distrustful assistant you are...
(Chuckles)

[A few seconds later]

---

Beaker:
MEEEEEEEPPP!
(Runs out of the room in flames)

Bunsen:
Don't worry, I'll put it out with the coffee!

Dr. Van Neuter:
Way to go, genius!

Bunsen:
Stay still, Beaker!

Beaker:
(Looks at him as if he is insane--until the pain hits him again)
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

[The Count]

*Sends Squeekers a message asking for help, to see if she'll reply via PM or normal Email.

 

[Katzi428]

wrapping Prairie's Christmas present Excuse me Gaffer...tying the ribbon in a bow Gaffer...do you...OK,OK...here's a ribbon for you.Play with this,kitty.petting her on the head Good girl.
Rosita coming in without me expecting it:Hi Kath!
CHEESE N CRACKERS!jumping Rosita...you scared me!
Rosita:Ooh...I'm sorry!
That's OK.I just thought you were Prairie.I'm wrapping her Christmas present.
Rosita:What'd you get her?
You'll find out around Christmastime.
Rosita:Aw c'mon Kathy!Por favor? I won't tell her!
sigh OK, I'll whisper it to you.whispering in her ear
Rosita:Oh she'll LOVE that!
Yeah...I think so. Now remember not a word,deal?
Rosita: Deal!

 

[Katzi428]

somewhat later...listening to the radio..
YES! FINALLY! turning radio up
Prairie:Huh?What's "finally"?
"The Night Before Christmas On Sesame Street" I've been waiting to hear this!
Rosita Prairie & I listen to it.
I'm sorry girls,but I kept missing it on the radio.I finally heard the whole thing tonight.I had heard it on the Merry Christmas From Sesame Street album when I was a kid and I thought it was cool..
Prairie:Yeah..David was a nice guy.You would have liked him Rosita.
Rosita:Was he an old man like Mr. Hooper?
Prairie:No...he was a young guy.But he left Sesame Street to help his grandma on her farm around the time Maria had Gabi.
Rosita:Aww...sorry I never got a chance to meet him.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Beth: All right ladies, we need to make our Christmas ornaments for the big tree
Mokey: Oh how lovely! I will grab some art supplies
Abby: I can help with sparkles!
Red: I don't know what to make
Wanda: I'll help you
*With Christmas tunes blasting they set out to make their ornaments*

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *happy sigh* Christmas is coming...
Gonzo: The goose is getting fat?
Camilla: Brawk!
Ryan: *rolls eys* No silly.
Clifford: Finals are comin' too, dude, don't forget.
Ryan: ...*frowns* Thanks Cliff...
Clifford: Whoops. Heh heh.
Ryan: *gurmbles* *goes back to doing homework*

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
(Explodes the lab and walks out of the room)

Bunsen:
(Pales at the sight of his burning creations)

Beaker:
(Gasps)

Dr. Van Neuter:
Hmph.