Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[The Count]

*Sighs... Home again, home again...
Count: Any luck from your sources?
Nope. Maybe Erin will have some answers and can help in bringing Fughetta to our happy haunted home.
*Leaves a message for Room #7's main occupant.

Nothing to do now but wait.
*Promptly falls asleep.
Count: Oh vell, I'll just be here vaiting for a reply and Deadly to come in from his date with Eleanor at the moviehouse. Heard Forgetting Scarah Harshall is storming the box offices around town.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Storyteller: (sorting through a box of epics) Really! Dr. Teeth, you know that cursing's not permitted around here!
Beige: (reading Dustrag Monthly) It is? I didn't know that.
Nora: (working on French homework) Well, you could try, I guess...but it just gets bleeped out by asterisks.
Erin: (typing at computer) Which means that the Land of Gorch guys would be in trouble here.
Scooter: (working on biology project) Go figure...and that's when Scred and Peuta aren't reading that book...think it's called "The Joy of..."

(radio (not the broken one) starts playing "Weird Science," which causes everyone to drop what they're doing and start dancing around a bit)

Storyteller: (above music) Erin, wait! I think Ed wants to talk to you about something!

(Sure, Ed, what's going on?)

 

[The Count]

Seems awfully quiet around here. *Hears rustling from a nearby tree. Batty, that you?


When are you gonna come down.
When are you going to land.
I should have stayed on the farm..
I should have listened to my old man.
*Walks away humming the rest of the tune.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <Staring at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty-four minutes...
Rowlf: Still counting down, huh?
Lisa: <Stares at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty-three minutes...
Rowlf: ...<Waves paw in front of Lisa's face>
Lisa: <Blink> <looks at Rowlf> Mah?
Rowlf: Maybe you should finish packing? Get some homework done?
Lisa: ...<Looks at clock> ...Sixteen hours... twenty minutes...

 

[Katzi428]

All right ladies...I'll see you Sunday night.
Prairie: Have fun Kath!
You too!I know that when you stay with Bryan and his roomies you have a bla...er..good time!
Rosita:Si..but we still miss you when you're gone!
hugging the girls and giving Gaffer scratches on the head Bye! And tell Bryan thanks!

 

[The Count]

*Lying in bed... *Wakes screaming.
Nooooo! Not again! Squeaky, no go! No go! Who will eat my cookies? Who will give me laughing fits? Who will help me with haunters? Who will I have left to nag for fanfic? Claaaaauuuudiiiiaaaaa!
*Tears leak while thinking of this grand downfall in friends being online.

Deadly! Don't you have some Chinese relative that can bring Squeaky back to us?
UD: Yes... But you still haven't decided whom shall be it's basis. Remember? You were torn between Desire and whether to make her the Jabberwock or a Chinese dragon.
Me: Ugh.. Yes, don't remind me. And just when I was getting ready to add another haunter to the cast.
*A grand ghostly girl glides in through the dusted fireplace.
Fughetta: Don't let that stop you my dear... Compose and share your music with all, even if it isn't music persay. Now then, does anybody know where...
*Spots the pipe organ and delights instantly, pausing to play a light jaunty melody in honor of old fiends, new fiends... Home where we'll always be.

Clllaaaauuuudiiiaaa! No go! Me need you!
*Passes out, collapsing in his bed.

 

[The Count]

*Finishes posting latest installment... There comes a kanock-kanock at the door. The wooden gate creaks open to reveal...

Van Neuter: Are you sure this is it sugarlips?
Composta, hulking nearby: Yes pumpkin... Little monster tell me where.
VN, holding their overnight suitcase: Well if you say... Aah! *Jumps frightenedly.
UD: H'llo?
Composta: Hello Deadly... Claudia gone for some time.
UD: Yes, we heard. Ed took it, well, let's just say he's out for the time being.
Composta: Um... She sort of mention we might...
VN, blurting it out: Stay with you lot.
UD, ushering the duo inside: Of corpse... Darken this little slice of gotham with your paranormal presence.
Count: Mmm, the more the merrier. Let's see... A counting vampire, phantomly dragon, musically trained ghost lady, lovely hulking monster *kisses Composta's hand like a gentleman* and her husband the talented taxidermist. That's 5 fabulous fiends rooming here!*Thunder and lightning from outside.
VN, to UD: Does that happen often?
UD: Yes, quite, you get used to it. Besides, we all have our little quirks.
Fughetta: Welcome to our creepy corner of the netherworld!
Composta: Me think we fit in at haunted home here Philly.
VN: So long as you're happy cupcake.

The new temporary boarders set up their things as bedding arrangements are drawn up, sinking and rising out of the floor like new plotted graves accomodating the gang of ghoulies staying with me until Clauds returns to the Muppety madness.

 

[The Count]

*Gets off the phone after ordering a grand dinner for all his ghost guests tonight from Everybody Eats. It all arrives via hexpress delivery, the coconut scream pie going into the cold as death icebox. *Heads off to the bat-rooms to grab a shower and dress in comfortable lay-about clothes.
The monsters are listening to MCR and generally musing over their own stories while waiting for the batroom to end up unoccupied once again. Composta and Fughetta are laughing as girls are wont to do over whatever topic of conversation, the boys comment occasionally so as to contribute. They fail to notice Claudia's presence watching them as she's repelled downwards into the basement floor's trenched outer balcony.

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Leaves a friendly, loving card to Eddie.
Returns her attention to a certain moonpie eater.

Claudia: You vile, vain theif!
I will vanquish you with the use of a spoon!
You have eaten the pies I made for Bunnie...

I'm afraid that's a very big no-no.
Smiles twistedly, as she claws her way out of the trap door.
You see, it took me two days to perfect those pies.
Don't you worry, though!
I promise you won't see the light of day!
Nor the light of night!...

Yeah, the night has light...
Because we gots a moon...
Ha, isn't that funny?

Erm, I'm in a humorous mood!
I must return to the darkside, hold on.
Changes her "happy" mask to her mad one.

Ok, I changed faces!
Gets her sword, marks on Lefty's trench coat a precise "C".
His trench coat falls off from the damage she's caused.
I'll be taking that!
Snatches his money.

Oh, yes....one more thing.

Stomps him to the floor--to a point where he resembles a pancake.
Sticks the spoon into his mouth roughly.

Skips over to Bunsen, hugs him tightly before jumping out of Tony's window.

[I managed to sneak onto the comp...temporarily, though]

 

[The Count]

Sitting Down for Dinner.

Downstairs, Ed presents the meal purchased from Hensonville's most famed and visited restaurant. Plates of cut cubed pork chops and grainy buttered taters rest side by side, cooked asparagus and a succulent spinach salad serve as accents to the entrees. Glasses brimmed with iced tea or pink lemonade, each haunter takes their place at the decked dining table in the common room.

Deadly serves himself a bit more of the spinach salad whereas Phil is swooning as he tends to his hulking honey.
Count: Delicious this meal has been...
Me: Muchly very you thank.
*All chuckle.
Me: So, were the asparagus spears okay?
VN: Yes, the bacon bits and olive oil complimented the greenery nicely.
Composta: Spinach with almonds and raisins good too.
Fughetta: Why don't we share a bit of music to finish off our meal.
Me: During dessert... Sure.
The coconut cream pie is brought to the feasting fiends, along with a gallon of milk to help down the baked delight. Count and Deadly help out by clearing the table, removing all previous platters.

*One of the bats brings the card left by Claudia.
Uncle D reads it once he's returned from putting leftovers away.
Me: Oh that Squeaky...
VN: What'd the squirt do now?
Composta: Sound like she get revenge on baddun.
*Fughetta plays a rapid rushing aria ending in classic dramatical stings.
Me: Yes... Twas murder! Murder most foul.
Count: Vhat, did she kill a chicken?
Me: Something along those lines. Now come on, I think I have that one on our movie list for tonight's capper.
UD: Couldn't we watch... Erm...
Me: Hobgoblins?
*All: Yes please!
Me: Okay... I know when I'm beat.
The group of groovy ghoulies adjourn to the skelevision area of Room #1, settling into comfortable cushions on the couch or their own graved beds preparing to enjoy their Saturday movie night, (Van Neuter and Composta snuggling close).