Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums and Bean are asleep in their beds. Several candles are burning. Alex is sitting in the dimly lit room, writing. In the background, Alex's CD player is playing a mix of songs including "I never cry" by Alice Cooper, "Moonlight Sonata", "Don't Close Your Eyes" by Kix, and a lot of opera.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

[Spoilers in red]

Claudia:
I thought World's End was a pretty ok movie.
It was hard to follow the plot, though.

Bunsen:
Yes, but it was happily semi-tragic.

Claudia:
How so?

Dr. Van Neuter:
That butt-ugly octopus freak only wanted to be with the one he loved.
It wasn't fair that they had to kill him off in the movie!
(Remembers his wife)
D: It's like me and Composta's story or something...
just less weird.

Claudia:
I actually thought Davy Jones was handsome.
O_O

Bunsen:
I say, you have a most disturbing taste for the oddest of things.

Claudia:
Well, he was just a big softy at heart...
er...even if his heart was not attached to his body.
He even pledged himself that he'd return to his love.
Who knew it was HER?

Bunsen:
I know what you mean.
Ah well, back to work!
We must not fall victim to inactivity.
Had plenty of that last night!
(Giddly prances to his lab)

Beaker:
(Shocked that Tony is here)
MEEEP?

Claudia:
I mean't to tell yah...
INNOWAYDIDIINVITEHMTOTHEDORMS!

Beaker:
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPP?

Claudia:
I love you? :3

Beaker:
(Uncharacteristically tackles Claudia)

Claudia:
HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED BY MEEPING MUPPET!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Dr. Van Neuter:
I'm betting Claudia as the winner for...
100 dollars.

Bunsen:
Hmm, not a wise choice.
But sure!

 

[The Count]

Uncle D: I've got 40 on the carrot-top!
Ed and Count: Which one's the carrot-top?
*All chuckle.

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *still writing*

Sweetums: Whoa, Alex, you look terrible! Were you up all night?

Alex: Yeah.... I couldn't sleep. It's been a rough weekend....

Sweetums: Aw, I'm sorry! *sits down in his overstuffed chair*

Alex: *holding back her tears* Sweetums, I don't understand why all this is happening.

Sweetums: *hugs her*

Alex: *begins to cry and holds on to him tighter*

 

[redBoobergurl]

*Abby poofs into Alex's room*
Abby: Hi Alex, I heard you were sad. Here, have a flower. I don't know how I got it cause I can usually only make pumpkins appear, but I got it and I thought you might want it.

*Back in room 3*
Beth: I'm not here, I'm not here, pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain
Red: Aren't you going to be late for your show?
Beth: I have time. It's the last performance today thank goodness
Wanda: And then you'll be around more?
Beth: One can only hope
Mokey: Break a leg today!
Beth: Thanks. *Runs out as quickly as she blew in*

 

[Erine81981]

Hey guys. Glad your staying with us?

Big Bird: Sure are Kyle. *walks in with is suitcase and radar in hand*

Snuffy: Glad you had Biff and Sully make you a place for me.

Well i aways say it's not fun when the ones who are staying for a while has to stay in their other room. So i figured why not have a big cave like entrance for friends like you.

Snuffy: Ohhhhh Kyle.

Cookie M: *walks in with his suitcase* Oooo just like me remembered.

It hasn't ever changed since you've been gone Cookie Monster. As always Big Bird i have your nest in the basement of the dorms. I'll have Herry get it when he comes home from work.

Big Bird: What are we having for dinner?

Chicken In Rice.

Big Bird: What? You cooked one of my ken?

No no no Big. I would never do that. It's a chicken i bought from the store. But sorry 'bout that.

Big Bird: Ohhh well. Guess it's ok.

*hugs Big Bird* I'm really sorry. I hope it wasn't one of your ken.

Big Bird: I don't think it would be. If an 8 foot yellow bird can talk without being cooked or hunted then i don't think any birds who can talk would be.

Glad you think that way Big. Oh by the way. I found this old scrap book of you when you were just an egg.

Big Bird: Where did you find it?

I just came across it. Wanna look?

Big Bird: Sure.

Snuffy: *sits down with a bound*

Cookie M: Any cookies around?

In the kitchen Cookie.

Cookie M: Oh boy!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
Baby, you're smokin'!

Beaker:
Meep?
(Blushes)

Claudia:
No! Beaker, you really ARE!

Beaker:
MEEP?
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Runs around the room)

Bunsen:
Beakie, I've the coffee!
Stay put!

Beaker:
(Screams, rolls around the floor)

Claudia:
(SIGH)
I'm surrounded by weirdos.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Alex: *still writing*

Sweetums: Whoa, Alex, you look terrible! Were you up all night?

Alex: Yeah.... I couldn't sleep. It's been a rough weekend....

Sweetums: Aw, I'm sorry! *sits down in his overstuffed chair*

Alex: *holding back her tears* Sweetums, I don't understand why all this is happening.

Sweetums: *hugs her*

Alex: *begins to cry and holds on to him tighter*

Claudia:
(Enters her room)
Hey baby, how are you doing?
(Hugs Alex)
I got you some cookies.
I also got you some milk.
That always makes me feel better. :'(

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *still crying* *hugs Claudia* Thanks Squeege. And thank you, Abby!

Sweetums: CLAUDIA! *runs up and hugs her* Great to see ya!

Bean: *sneaks out of the room*

Alex: *eats a cookie*

 

[Winslow Leach]

Tony is sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, asleep. The Newsman is sitting on the window sill, his typewriter balanced on his knees, writing a story. Crazy Harry sits in the corner, holding two sticks of dynamite, giggling uncontrollably.

Tony stirs and wakes up. He looks around the empty room.

Newsman (still typing, without looking up) Good morning, Sunshine. Or should I say good evening?

Tony: Wha...?

Newsman: You've been sleeping for almost 24 hours.

Tony: Huh?

The door bangs open, then slams shut. Lefty the salesman leans against it, panting. He wears a trenchcoat and fedora. He has sinister-looking eyebrows.

Newsman: Lefty. What brings you here?

Lefty: SHHHHHHHHH! I'm on da run. I sold some kid an invisible dog, and he chased after me. (notices Tony) Hey, who's da kid?

Newsman: That's Tommy, my new roommate.

Tony: Tony.

Lefty: Ya check 'im out? Kin we trust 'im?

Newsman: What do you care? You don't even live here.

Lefty: Yeah, but...kin he keep his mouth shut?

Newsman: He seems like a nice fellow. He's been sleeping since he moved in last night.

Lefty walks next to Crazy Harry, who is still giggling and playing with his dynamite.

Lefty (to Tony) Lemme give ya some woids of advice, kid. Stay outta my business! 'Cause if ya do too much pryin', I'm gonna sic my pal Harry here on ya. Unnerstand?

Tony rises and crosses toward Lefty.

Tony: Number one. Don't you threaten me. You're about as intimidating as a hamster doing the hula. Number two. I don't care about your business, so don't worry about me "prying." And number three...I'm gonna wash up and get something to eat.

Tony crosses to the room that he thought was the bathroom the previous night. When he flicks on the light switch, he notices it's actually a closet.

Tony: Who turned the bathroom into a closet?

Newsman: The bathroom's down the hall.

Tony: Oh. Yeah. I...er, I knew that...

Lefty: So, uh, Tommy--

Tony: Tony.

Lefty: ...Tony...what do ya do?

Tony: I'm a writer. Playwright, actually.

Lefty: Oh yeah? Hey, git a load of Mr. Fancy-Pants Writer over here! Whadda ya got?

Tony: Actually, I don't have anything yet. I was hoping to start something today, but--

Lefty: Hey, don't worry 'bout nothin', I got just da thing fer ya! (Lefty pulls a script out of his trenchcoat and hands it to Tony) Guaranteed crowd-pleaser. I hoid da writer's dead, so's all ya gotta do is just cross out his name, and put yours! An' I'll let ya have it fer a nickel.

Tony (looking at script) Hamlet?

Lefty: SHHHHHHHH! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! A blockbuster!

Tony: Um, no thanks, I think I'll stick to something of my own.

Lefty: Whaddaya, a critic? Ya tink ya kin write somethin' better dan dat? C'mon, buy da script. I tink I kin persuade Arnold Schwarzenegger ta play da lead.

Tony: I'm all set, really.

Lefty: Kid's crazy. Crazy I tell ya!