Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Erine81981]

Come on Murray. Seems everything here can't be helped. Sweet dreams guys. And you too Alex. *high fives her*

Murray: I do hope they she returnes them to normal.

Me too Murray. *puts arm around him* Me too.

As me and Murray leave Alex's room we hear Oscar in his can doing the sponcers

Oscar: *inside his can* The Muppet Dorms has been brought to you by the letter "S" for everyone around here stinks and for the number "0" because everyone is a zero. Muppet Dorms was a production of the Muppet Central Forms. "Rotten dreams everyone. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.........

 

[Beakerfan]

Well, Beanie-baby...er, I mean Sporty...I'm by no means an expert on the Spice Girls...(shifty eyes)...but I believe "Tell me what you want" is "Wannabe." Does it go like this?

Tony busts a move, but ends up looking like an idiot.

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig, ha!

Bean: *shrugs, slightly embarrassed* Yeah, well..... that's just what I heard from Alex. And you can't blame her, really. Her sister's the one who really listens to the Spice Girls..... *is slapped by Murray* But.. but.... SIGH.... fine.... *pulls his wig off and goes inside*

Alex: *still in her Baby Spice outfit* SIGH.... guys, I'mma go to bed... it was nice of Kyle and Murray to stop by! And it looks like Bean had a good time with Tony.... Oh, but first! *takes a picture of Floyd and Sweetums* Ok, Ginger, Scary, and Sporty, yall can get cleaned up..... *falls asleep without even changing or getting under the covers*

 

[The Count]

*OOC: My modem fries and you guys go on two whole pages of unmonitored free-for-all? OK, I'll come back later and read through all the chaos. Have fun. *Goes to listen MuppetCast, will worry about the messes for the masses afterwards.

 

[The Count]

*Meanwhile...
UD: Shame really.
Count: What is?
UD: They never got to one of the better parts of RHPS.
Count: Which one?
UD: The song Janet sings about being a "creature of the night".
Count: Ah yes... Vell, maybe they'll get to it... Ewentually.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia: Comes to the door red-faced, sweating
Oh, hi Ailie! Um...hold on!
Closes the door swiftly, putting away the equipment...as the room is a mess with barbells

Blind Pew: Zyes?
Opens the door

Claudia: So what's up? Sorry I was busy!
Exercise! <3

 

[The Count]

*Both blink... Huh? Aw, some guys... *Minds wander to their own ghouls. *Bat leaves a note for Squeeky saying...
If you want your brother to live, then post that chapter of fic... Quick.
Signed: Wouldn't you like to know?
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!

PS: What? I actually wrote out my own evil laughter?

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Bunsen: We may need the other half of the brain, my dear.
Otherwise this will prove difficult to accomplish as the human brain is a most vulnerable or-

Dr. Van Neuter: Move melonhead!
This can only be done by me.
Ok, doll, the musician lost his brain...
Where is it?

Bunsen: Oof! Pushed aside

Blind Pew: I zhink ze pet ate it...
If I heard correctly.

Dr. Van Neuter: Sighs loudly
Whatever.
Let's get to work.
Grabs Dr. Teeth and stuffs him onto a cot

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

*Both blink... Huh? Aw, some guys... *Minds wander to their own ghouls. *Bat leaves a note for Squeeky saying...
If you want your brother to live, then post that chapter of fic... Quick.
Signed: Wouldn't you like to know?
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!

PS: What? I actually wrote out my own evil laughter?

Claudia: O_O I MUST SAVE HIM!
Runs to her laptop, trying her best to catch up with her muse

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: What in Fraggledom's name is Lefty up to now?
Scooter: Oh, I don't know...probably terrorizing people with a rented bazooka.
Beige: Bazookas...what ever happened to a good honest rock fight?
Erin: These days, Beige, it's probably as popular as kissing a poison cackler.
Nora: (hanging up phone) That was my sister. The cookie sale's over, and the troop sold 849 boxes.
Storyteller: Oooh, impressive. And how many of those were Heather's?
Nora: 119, which makes her the seller of the year. She's going to be insufferable.

 

[The Count]

*Turns and grabs Claudia in a fearful hug... Please! You're my last hope Obekie Squee kaweekie! *Sad over the loss of Sean and now Lisa. Need fic updates... *Weeps a little affected by the news of such a cruel April Foolery.