Tony wanders through the hallways, hearing various Muppety sounds coming from the mostly-closed doors. He wears a rumpled brown tweed suit, white shirt, and a tie, which is hanging loosely around his neck. In one hand, he carries a battered typewriter. In the other, the key to room #9, and a suitcase.
He reaches the door, and stands for a moment. He breathes deeply, and inserts the key into the lock, opening the door. He flicks on the lights. The room is totally empty. No furniture or anything. Even the window is lacking curtains. Whomever cleaned out the room did an excellent job.
Tony puts down his typewriter and suitcase, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks around the room. He notices a rope ladder hanging in the corner of the room, above which is a trap door, which leads directly into room #24. But he doesn't know that yet. Next, he inspects the bathroom. Clean.
Tony has left the door to the room open. As he turns, he notices the Newsman, suitcase in hand, as well as a typewriter (!) walking through the door. He wears a tweed coat and tie, as well as a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses. He speaks in a somewhat pompous, newscaster-like voice, even off the air.
Newsman: Hello.
Tony: Hi.
Newsman: Are you rooming here?
Tony: Yes.
Newsman: Here is a Muppet Newsflash: Muppet Newsman gets new roommate. Film at eleven.
Tony: Er...film?
Newsman: Don't worry, it's just an expression.
Tony: Oh. Okay. (holds out hand) Hi, I'm Tony.
Newsman (shaking Tony's hand) I'm the Newsman. You can call me the Newsman.
Tony: Okay. Er. Newsman.
Newsman: I work down at the Muppet Theatre. I'm the resident anchorman. I still write all of my stories on this (holds up typewriter). I'm not into these newfangled computer systems.
Tony (shows Newsman his typewriter) Looks like we're two of a kind!
Newsman: Are you an anchor, too?
Tony: No. Playwright.
Newsman: Fascinating.
Tony: It's a living.
Newsman: So what brings you here, Tommy?
Tony: Tony.
Newsman: Tony.
Tony: Well, I was looking for a quiet place to work. And I heard that these particular dorms are the quietest on the campus.
Newsman: Is that so?
Tony: That's what I hear.
Newsman: Well, that's wonderful. I need total concentration when I write my stories.
Tony: As do I...Newsman. I think we'll get along great!
Newsman: I think so, too.
Tony: So, whaddaya say? Road trip to Ikea tomorrow, get some furniture?
Newsman: Sure. I don't have to be on the air until six p.m.
Tony: Great. You know something, Newsman? I think it's gonna be a real blast living here!
As if on cue, Crazy Harry appears in the doorway, eyes bulging, and a wide grin plastered across his face. He holds a small explosive with a plunger on top.
Crazy Harry: Did somebody say blast ? !
BOOM!
Crazy Harry has pressed the plunger down; the explosion rocks the room. Through a thick cloud of smoke, Harry laughs maniacally.
Crazy Harry: Is this room #9?