Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Erin: Wolfsbane potion.
Nora: Check.
Erin: Silver cake cutter.
Storyteller: Check.
Erin: Silver salad tongs.
Beige: Check.
Erin: Werewolf-trapping yoyo.
Scooter: Check.
Erin: Copy of "Here Comes the Sun," by the Beatles.
Storyteller: That's you.
Erin: Right. (all reach into circle and join hands) Let's do this.

(all occupants, wearing black ninja gear and wielding weapons of choice, run out into the hallway, to the strains of "invasion of the Mallory Gallery" music from "The Great Muppet Caper.")

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *snarls loudly and runs down the hall, taking a flying leap out of the nearest window. Landing on all fours, she gazes back at the dorms and howls* AAAAAAaawooooooooooooooo!

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: (smearing some of wolfsbane potion behind ears) Uh, guys, Alex's done a bunk.
Erin: Wonderful. (sighs, picks up intercom) Hey, Ed, you want to seal off the entrance to campus or something?
Scooter: (singing) He's the hairy-handed gent, who ran amuck in Kent...lately he's been overheard in Mayfair.
Beige: (singing) Better stay away from him; he'll rip your lungs out, Jim - I'd like to meet his tailor.
Storyteller: Never mind the werewolves of London; we've got enough to worry about with the werewolves of Muppet College Dorms.

(gang sets off downstairs)

 

[Beakerfan]

Sweetums: *crashes into Erin & the gang as they make their way out of the dorms* Oh! Hey guys! Have you seen a werewolf anywhere lately? *notices what they're carrying* Oh! I see you have.... wait... you're not planning on hurting her are you?

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: Oh, hi, Sweetums! No, we don't want to hurt her.
Beige: Maybe poke and prod her a little, or make her sit under a sun lamp...
Erin: The thing is, Sweetums, we want to get Alex to turn back into a human...
Scooter: Yeah, but Ed didn't leave any of his special potion.
Nora: Lycanthropy...it can be such a headache, you know?
Scooter: (pause) I heard some snarling in the bushes. (takes out yoyo) Let's go.

(head off, with calls of "Here, wolfie wolfie wolfie...here, you savage little bloodthirsty hairball..."

 

[The Count]

You know... We're gonna have to get serious about finding someone to draw up the dorms' plans one of these days. Would help cut down on location confusion inside this mad house. Oh well...

Uncle D, would you mind?

UD: Not at all...
*Skulks off into the corridor and uses a small jolt of blue lightning to track the mystical energy lines straight to Alex-wolf.
*Finding her but not approaching yet... UD: Mmm, at least now we know where she is. Scooter, the potion if you please. *After he takes the draft, the phantomly dragon whistles an eerie melody as he mixes it with some werewolf chicken crunchies into the dinner bowl.
UD: Here you go Alex... Now eat it all up. *Good girl, patting her head smartly.

 

[Winslow Leach]

Tony enters his room, just as a loud POOF! is heard. Lefty acts as if electrocuted, then returns to normal.

Tony himself is back to normal. He is wearing his regular clothing, which at the moment is a short-sleeved, cotton polo shirt, khakis and loafers, and his hair is neatly combed.

Tony: Hey Lefty, why was I out on the hall floor? And why were my nails painted black?

Lefty: Whaddaya askin' me fer? I'm tryin' ta figure out what happened to my lollipops!

Tony: Um...why is Newsie on the ceiling?

Lefty: I dunno. Maybe he had a nightmare...riiiiight!

Tony: And Harry! Who took him off his cot ? !

Crazy Harry pops up from the side of Newsie's bed.

Crazy Harry: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Tony: Geez...you guys act as if I wasn't here for the last 24 hours or so...(looks around room) What happened to Cookie? And Bunsen? Beaker? Dr. Van Neuter? They were all here for dinner. And the table they brought...where did it go? Lefty...

Lefty: I didn't do nuthin' ta da table! Last ting I remember, it was here!

Tony: Odd...

(Tony stands on Newsie's bed, and pries him off the ceiling; Newsie's face is mashed)

Tony: Newsie...what happened?

Newsie (talking through mashed face, in a high-pitched voice, as if someone is holding his nose) Cwazy Hawwy bwew up my bed, and I cwashed into the ceiling.

Tony puts Newsie under the covers of his bed, and reshapes his face back to normal.

Tony: Yeah, I didn't think you jumped up there yourself. Are you okay?

Newsie: Aside from the headache and the constant ringing in my ears, I'm peachy-keen. Good to see your back to your old self.

Tony: Huh?

Newsie: Don't you remember?

Tony: Remember what?

Newsie: Last night at dinner...you ate some of Bunsen's cottage cheese.

Tony: Yeah...?

Newsie: Apparently it was an experiment, and you were the guinea pig. The cottage cheese made you act the opposite of who you really were! So instead of being a kind, cheery, happy-go-lucky guy, you became this moody goth! You were depressed and moody.

Tony: I would seriously doubt that, if it was anyone but Bunsen, but I definitely believe it. It's just crazy enough to be believed. Gosh, I hope I didn't hurt anyone!

Newsie: Only lovers of good poetry.

Tony: Huh?

Newsie: You were walking around all night and day, reciting this weird, morbid "poetry" that you composed. It drove me up the wall...literally, as you can see.

Tony: Well, Crazy Harry helped.

Newsie: I'm just glad that things are back to normal.

Tony: Yup. Now if you gents will excuse me, I think I'll go pay a little visit to Alex!

Newsie: Er, Tony...

Tony: Yeah?

Newsie: About Alex...

 

[Erine81981]

You know... We're gonna have to get serious about finding someone to draw up the dorms' plans one of these days. Would help cut down on location confusion inside this mad house. Oh well...

You got that right Ed. See you later dude. *high fives Ed and heads on into the room* *sighs* That was one good dinner huh guys?

Herry: Yep.

Grover: I had notices they might need a waiter there. Maybe i will work there. I will call them up. *starts calling Chills*

Murray: I can now eat some of my leftovers tomorrow.

How about you come and eat with me at the recycling center tomorrow?

Murray: Sounds fun.

Herry: I'll try and come too.

Ok good.

Grover: Thank you. Bye. *hangs up* They are hiring.

That's good. So are you going to work there?

Grover: I do not know. I will have to find out my other work schedules. Good night guys.

Me, Herry and Murray: Good night Grover.

We'll i'm going to head to bed too. See you two tomorrow before work and hoping to see you Herry at lunch. Good night guys. *yawns*

Herry: Good night Kyle.

Murray: Good night. Now what to do?

Herry: Why not watch some "George of the Jungle" cartoon DVD that Kyle bought.

Murray: Yea. Watch out for that tree! Wam!

Both monster laugh

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *snarls at Uncle Deadly, then happily begins eating the kibble*

In a few moments, Alex has returned to her normal self.

Alex: *realizes what she is eating* BLEEECH! Ew, gross! I can't believe I LIKED that stuff! Well... *pops a piece in her mouth* It isn't bad, really... *realizes her clothes are all torn up* Oh my gosh... how embarassing. I'm surprised I'm not used to it by now, not to mention *SIGH* the cuts, the scars, the bite marks.... you'd think I have fleas or something. *grabs a handful of the werewolf chicken crunchies and heads up to her room* You know, it's kind of fun being a werewolf.... no matter how short it lasts. I just hope it doesn't have any real lasting effects on my human side. *continues to eat the kibble* Oh my gosh! Sweetums! Look at the door! *groans* oh well, I'll get someone to fix it in the morning. *yawns, scratches behind her ear and curls up on her bed* Good night boys!

Bean: Good night Fifi!

Alex: Oh, is that my name now? *chuckles* Well, if that's what you wanna call me.....

Sweetums: *snores*

 

[The Count]

*Cleaning up, Uncle D puts it all into storage for next time.
UD: She makes for a cute enough werewolf. Thank the graves it only lasts for a little while. Sure hope Ed hasn't gotten another bout of that nasty acid of his.
*Returns to our room under the cover of cloaked nighttime, what with most of the hall lights turned off by now.