Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Beauregard]

Bean: *gets off floor* Hey, I bounce.
Bobo: How high?
Beau: About...it was about..three inches?
Bo: *headslap*
Bean: Can we do that again? *latches onto UD's leg*

 

[theprawncracker]

UD: This...Is...Not...HAPPENING!! *kicks the air trying to throw Bean*

Clifford: *returning from class* Hey ya'll, what's shakin'? *sees Bean shaking on Uncle D.'s leg* Oh, it's just you bunny man, heh heh.

 

[Beauregard]

Bean: Ok, enough of that. Hey, cut it out.
Beau: *looks for scissors*
Bean: Hey! Help me! Ouch! That's so mean, blue guy! Stop it! Make him stop!

 

[The Count]

*Coming back to dorms... Hey, break it up you guys. Don't wanna give folks the wrong impression.
*Pries Bean off of UD's leg and sends the bunny back to Bo. Just don't let it happen again.
*Moves downstairs to get some dinner ordered and a couple of fanfics from the library.

 

[theprawncracker]

Clifford: Aight Uncle D. Cool it. Those screams can prolly be heard all the way in Ryan's fan-fic!

UD: Oh, pish posh Clifford. That's not possible...*dusts self off* Humph that'll teach you to mess with me mister Bunny.

 

[Beauregard]

Bo: Pish posh sounds British...are you related to Britian in any way?
Bean: So! *to Clifford* Is that all your real hair?

 

[theprawncracker]

Clifford: Alright, that's it, let me at him!!

UD: *restrains Clifford* Excuse him, he's a little testy...He just took a test in class...

 

[Beauregard]

Bobo: A little tasty...is there any food?
Beau: Any food anywhere ever? yes.
Bo: No!
Beau; There isn't?
Bean: I fancy LASAGNA, hey un-dead guy?

 

[christyb]

*picks up a stray Cheerleading tryout flier*

Christyb: I wonder if Skeeter would like to join. That is if she has time between gymnastics, swim team, girls basketball, and whatnot else.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: Man, that's some bruise I got today.
MN: (lying on bunk) Let me guess...judging from the size of the dent mark, it was the latest tome from some Regency romance author. (makes gagging noise to indicate her opinion of such literature)
Nora: Yeah, Mrs. Farley is crazy about them.
Storyteller: (applying antiseptic cream to paper cuts) Crazy sounds like the right word, then.