Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *sniffs the air* I smell... I smell..... *sniffs* I SMELL A DANCE PARTY! WHOOOOO! *runs and gets up on Claudia's table, dancing with Beaker to Fergalicious*

Floyd: Some things I'll never understand.... *starts dancing with Janice*

Janice: Like rully.....

Sweetums: I think I'll watch... this could be entertaining....

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

[The room turns dark...until a spotlight settles on Claudia]

Claudia:
(Tuns in her chair, wearing a pink top hat, pink suit)
Listen up y'all, 'cause this is it,
The beat that I'm bangin' is delicious.

Beaker:
(In a yellow tux, and in platform shoes)
Meepilicious meep meep meep loco!
Meep meep meep meep meep meep photo!
Meep meep squeezeme, meep meep me!
Meeep meeep meep 'em...

Claudia:
Meepalicious (so delicious),
But he ain't um...meep meep.
(Skips several verses)

Beaker:
(Hic)

Bunsen and Neuter:
(Singing in the background)

[Fast foward]

Beaker:
(Eats a mint, running his hand through his red hair)
Meepalicious def-
Meepalicious def-
(repeats)

Claudia:
(Pulls on a rope)
(Orange juice falls from the cieling)
(Soaking Beaker)

Beaker:
MEEEP MEEP MEEEEEEEEEEE~
MEE MEE MEEEEE~

Bunsen:
B to the e, to the B-e-a-k-i-e, you be meeping!

Claudia:
HECK YEAH!
B to the e, to the B-e-a-k-i-e, you be meeping!

Dr. Van Neuter:
To da...to da..to...daa....

[Lights turn off]

---

Claudia:
(Bumps into the wall)
OH MY FACE!
(Feels a figure)
Oh...so soft!
Who is this?

Bunsen:
I'm afraid that's Alex!

Claudia:
(Red)
OMG! HII!

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: Watch this.... *puts the song "Hollaback Girl" in and starts doing a mad hip hop routine*

Bean: *joins in on Alex's routine*

 

[Katzi428]

Prairie looking out into the hallway and giggling Kath...Rosita...you both have got to see this!
Why?What's going...looking out the door at everyone dancing Oh brother!I think they've all escaped from the looney bin! laughing
Rosita laughing as well:Either that or Bunsen put a spell on them!
Well..you know what they say..if you can't beat 'em; join 'em!
the three of us go out in the hall and start dancing too.
(OOC: I have no idea what Fergilicious sounds like.Just bear with me.)

 

[BEAR]

Bryan: (looks out the door). What's going on out there?
Bert: Let's groove!
Bryan: I guess the world must be ending when you see Tony dancing with Lefty. Where's Alex?
(sees Bert shimmy for Alex.). Oh my...

 

[The Count]

*Humming... I'll put a spell on you. And now you're miiiiine. Guess the party spilled out of Ru's room upstairs into the halls what with Clauds madz dance skillz. Night all.

Count and UD rush outside to be part of the delirious dance fever going on in the dorms tonight.

 

[Ruahnna]

(Catherine and Piggy trundle up to the door of Room 20 laden with bags and boxes and giggling like, well, girls.)
Piggy: That was divine, Catherine. I feel positively giddy.
Catherine: Probably that second mochachino, honey.
(The key finally opens the door and Piggy steps over the threshold. Catherine is about to follow when there is a sudden kamikaze attack from behind and she is whisked down the hall and around the corner. Any sound she might have made is stifled by the firm clamp of a furry hand over her mouth. Once around the corner, however, she recognized her assailants and stopped struggling.)
Catherine: Guys! What are you doing?
Fozzie: (removing his hand and wiping it carefully on his fur before hugging her) Sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.
Catherine: No, thweetie--I'm fineth. (She stops and removes some brown hair from her mouth and looks at Fozzie.) But what are you doing? I brought Piggy back right on sched—
Kermit: (wringing his hands and looking mildly frantic) That’s just it. We ‘ve had a little change in plans.
Catherine: (warily) How little?
Fozzie: Not huge. Nothing like blowing up the kitchen or anything. (Kermit rounds on him with a stare and Fozzie subsides.)
Catherine: Kermit…?
Kermit: Um…
Catherine: Fozzie…? (Fozzie takes his hat off and puts it over his face.)
Fozzie: Please don’t make me tell. I always have to tell.
Catherine: (rounding on Kermit again) Kermit—Kermit, dearest, by favorite frog roomie. Did you blow up my kitchen?
Kermit: Well, not exactly the kitchen…
Fozzie: (blurting it out before Catherine can turn back to him) Just the stove! We blew up the stove.
(Catherine is silent for a moment. Thinking maybe. Or counting to ten. She takes a deep breath.)
Catherine: Anyone hurt?
Fozzie: There’s this one brownie pan that--
Kermit: (stepping in front of Fozzie) No—no one was hurt, but the apartment smells like a girl scout cookie factory blew up in there. We had to move the party.
Catherine: That doesn’t sound so--
Fozzie: We tried moving it to the second floor, but Oscar and Piggy, well—you remember what happened before Christmas? With the moth balls?
Kermit: So—the thing is-- (He stops and casts a nervous glance back toward the room.) So the thing is…you have to get Piggy to come to the laundry room.
Catherine: (blinking in surprise) The laundry room? You’re having Piggy’s birthday party in the laundry room?
Fozzie: It’s not just for—ow! Kermit! Stop stepping on my foot!
Kermit: It was the best we could do in a pinch.
Catherine: (under her breath) Remind me never to pinch you…
Kermit: What?
Catherine: Nothing. Well—it has the benefit of novelty. And she’ll never find it there! What do you need me to do—lure her down there?
Kermit: (relieved) Yes—that would be perfect. Brilliant. Thank you.
Fozzie: And when you get there, don’t look at anything, because it’s a sur—ow! Kermit—you’re on my foot again.
Kermit: (through gritted palette) Sorry.
Catherine: Okay—well, let me get back to Piggy. She’ll be wondering where I got to and wanting a snack. Five minutes?
Kermit: Any time—everything’s there but us.
Catherine: I’ll do my best. (She turns to go.)
Fozzie: Hap—ow! Kermit—that’s my sore foot!

 

[Ruahnna]

(Catherine edges around the door as casually as possible.)
Piggy: Oh—there you are. I was wondering if you were going to make a cup of tea or anything.
Catherine: Sure thing, Honey, but you better come down to the laundry room and take a look at something.
Piggy: The laundry room. Where IS the laundry room? And why would Moi need to go there?
Catherine: Um, er, weren’t you the one that loaned Leyla a beautiful lime-green angora sweater with beading on the—hey! Wait up! No—other direction, Piggy! The laundry room is that way!

 

[Ruahnna]

(To Catherine not-quite-total surprise, some of the party fixin's are for her birthday, too. She squeezed between the tightly packed partygoers to reach Fozzie and hug him.)
Fozzie: Happy Birthday, Roomie! Were you surprised?
Catherine: Completely. Thanks, Fozzie. You know, this isn't such a bad place for a party.
Hilda: (squeezing herself though the crowd) Speak for yourself, dearie--I've been trying to make it to the buffet line for twenty minutes but I can't wedge myself off the dance floor. (She almost makes it out, but the swirl of gyrating dancers sucks her back in at the last moment. Catherine and Fozzie look at each other and shrug.)
Fozzie: Wanna dance?
Catherine: Sure! But I think we're going to have to crawl onto the dance floor at knee level to get inside.
Fozzie: Ladies first....
(They get down and crawl out to the middle of the, um, dance floor.)

 

[Ruahnna]

Kermit: (nervously and daring to hope) Are you having a nice time at your party? Nice place, huh?
Piggy: (smiling to stall for time) Well, it's, um, certainly warm.
Kermit: (recognizing Piggy's "tactful" voice) Is it really warm? I thought it was just because you're so hot....
(Piggy smiles at the obvious come-on line, but Kermit continues to look anxious.)
Kermit: Is it--I mean, I know it wasn't what we had planned to do, but do you think it's okay? We just wanted to have a few friends over for your birthday.
Piggy: A few? (If she'd had eyebrows, she'd have raised them.)
Kermit: Okay--so we invited the whole dorm, and we're all crammed into this cramped room with the lint flying around us and---mmmmm.
(It took Kermit a mo to get his kisser un-fazed.)
Kermit: Wow. That was...yeah. Happy Birthday Piggy. Want to dance?
Piggy: I'd love to--I heard there's room over by the change machine.
Kermit: Good--I hear it's cooler over there. (He offers his arm.) May I escort the birthday girl?
Piggy: You may escort one of them.
(And Kermit, as usual, was happy to take what he could get.)