Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

*Count and UD are in their sleeping clothes wondering about whether the latest MuppetCast will be downloaded here tonight too. Ed lies sleeping already, opting to leave certain chores for the morrow.

 

[Fragglemuppet]

As Ed would say, hmmm, wonder what railing Zoot was standing by and was dropped from, as there are none in the dorms "as far as I know, and I know pretty far" as another friend of ours would say.

OoC: Ed, I figured maybe you were tired of doing this, and so I decided I would take on this particular chore for once.

 

[The Count]

OOC: Kate? Thanks. Guess that just means we rully need someone to draw up the basic plans of the dormhouse complex. Oh well... *Hugs to Fraggie.
Sure do miss that Squeeky Weeky girl.

 

[The Count]

*Gets back home to the dorms. *Promptly goes over to Room #22 and gives Claudia a well-deserved yet playful smack on the cheek, and then hugs her welcomingly. Silly girl, noone escapes the Muppets! Now off with you you crazy yet cute wittle wabbit. *Rides downstairs in the elevator.
*Ushers darkness into his room as the door creaks open.

We'll be here all night if you need us. Don't forget to tip your waitresses. Tip them by leaving small bits of money. Don't actually try to tip them over. Most don't like that sort of funny business. And the ones that rarely do might think it's an opening for something more than just tipping. *Shushes after rambling. Guess that Prawn's put me in a ramblin' mood after listening to MuppetCast 52. Good stuff there...

Save yourselves before he speaks again!

 

[The Count]

Huh? Didn't Crazy Harry play the triangle? *Tries to figure out what monster or mythic creature to cast as the tuba player for the boogedy band.

 

[The Count]

*Hears clinging noise. Remember children...
Count: Everytime a triangle rings...
UD: A newsman gets his sobbing stings.

Hush you... Go play with that rat's tail you found at the Bizarre Bazaar.

 

[Erine81981]

*walks out the door with a bag of trash*

Oscar: *sees me* Oh, hi tubby. Hey! Looks like you decied to bring me something after all.

Well Oscar. I decied to bring some Basura.

Oscar: Basura! I thought you were going to bring me some trash!

Oscar! Basura is the spanish word for trash.

Oscar: Oh yeah! Oh then give me. Give me.

*music starts up*

Basura! For grouches it's like trash. Basura!
In spanish it means trash Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Oh yeah. Give it to me.)

All these empty cans and these beat up cans *pulls them out of the trash bag and throws on the floor by Oscar's can*
Are Basura! Basura!
The things that make a grouch
stop and leaned an ear
So give a cheer for Basura!

(Oscar: Hey Basura! Then give it to me.)

A grouch will walk a mile for Basura.
A grouch may even smile. Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Yea.)

All these tater rags and these crumpled bags *pulls out some more stuff*
are Basura! Basura! The thing no healthy grouch
wants to give away. So shout hooray for Basura! Basura! Basura!

(Oscar: Basura! Basura! Basura! Heh heh heh)

The crumple paper cluter, Basura!
Any trash that's in the gutter will be sureura.
It's Basura. Not it ain't called Aurthar or Peter or Sally
But if you got trash you can bet your tamile that Basssurrrrrra!
It's Basura!

*music ends*

Oscar: Wow! You know sometimes i almost like the people around here. Heh heh......

 

[Katzi428]

Oscar! That's not nice to call people names!You might have hurt Kyle's feelings!
Ask me if I care,4 eyes! I've been doing this forever!Or don't you know that?Heh heh!slamming trash can lid shut
mumbling to myself What a pain!
That's me!

 

[Erine81981]

*hallors out the door* Thanks Kathy! *shuts the door* What a girl that Kathy is. I'm glad to have her, Rosita and Pairie as my friends.

Grover: Me too.

Herry: Me three.

Murray: Me four.

Burce: I really don't care.

Me and the Monsters: Awwww hush up!

We all laugh at each other

 

[Katzi428]

Kyle & his roomies are very sweet!
Prairie:Yep...they are!
yawn.....s-t-r-e-t-c-h... I'm off to bed.I'm so tired!
Prairie: Yeah...you look exhausted! You were up early this morning.
Uh huh...I was. Luckily I can sleep in tomorrow.
Rosita:I hope you do!Sweet dreams,Kathy
Prairie:Sleep well.
Thanks.