Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(upon hearing the remark about custard cream bombs)

Scooter: Did you hear about the ice cream shop that was targeted by anti-war protesters?
Nora: Oh, yeah, I did - they all carried signs saying "Ban the Bombe."

(chorus of groans)

Erin: My turn: (in dusty historian-type voice) In Ireland, in the 1960s, there was a big spat between two ice cream shops, over what toppings should go on their ice creams. The incident was known as "Sundae, Cherry Sundae," and soon after, the whole country was gripped with the Tummy Troubles.

(more groans)

Storyteller: Is it true that eclair is the French word for lightning bolt?
Beige: All this talk about violence and ice cream and pastries...I may be a security Fraggle, but I hope that people who disturb the peace get their just desserts.

 

[The Count]

*Upon hearing the groaners... The storm cloud approaches, calling in a silky female Fragglish voice, herself still concealed within her cloudy covers.
Did I hear someone call my name?

*Shoots lightning out through the windows.

Ah Erin, And how is our fine Witch of the West today? Been munchin' on some Munchkins? *Hands her the box of mini doughnuts dusted with sugar. Scooter, upstanding Wizard's Assistant Scooter. Here's some emerald pops to go with your jaded jocularity. Lest we forget the fruited tartlets for Beige, King of the Gnomes. Ah, there's no place like gnome. Nora, you look a little blue dear. Perhaps some Hershey kisses will sweeten your disposition, not to mention help sparkle your Princess Ozma dress with their added tinsel. And Madam Storyteller, the honor is yours... As the vaunted teller of our stories, favorite and briefly browsed, old and new, long and short... The chilled bottle of our finest single malt whiskey, erm, whoopee water is for thee compliments of the gleeful workers who cobbled these, snatched by my fiendly phantomly dragon who approves of your vulturian librarial costume.

 

[The Count]

Mmm... Could go for a big bat-burger meself about now. We'll go and hit the new Food Rocker that just opened the other day. Mmm, they got good burgers there, just like I remember 'em.

OOC: Food Rockers = Hensonville version of Fuddruckers.

 

[Fragglemuppet]

Gobo: Kate?
Hmmm?
Gobo: I noticed we missed one or two birthdays around here lately.
*frustrated sigh* I know. I know. I'm sorry; just remember I'm not any happier about this than you are.
Gobo: Well that's alright. We know you've been very busy with school.
Wembley: Yeah, we understand.
Still, I know we're all disapointed, so how about going shopping for a gift and delivering it to him?
Gobo and Wembley: Yeah! That sounds like fun!
*I call a cab, and in a few minutes we leave.*
*About half an hour later... Coming into the dorms*
Wow, I can't believe they actually had what I was looking for in the giftshop!
Gobo: Well, believe it.
Wembley: Yeah, you should always expect the unexpected around here.
Yeah, I guess I should know that by now, shouldn't I? Then again, if I came to expect it, would it still be true? Ah well, now to get this wrapped and over to room 1.
Wembley: What did you end up getting him? I didn't get to see what you bought.
*carefully untaping box and loosening bubblewrap* It's a 13-hour clock with a large black bat in the center, with the wings serving as hands.
Wembley: Well, it's nice...
Gobo: Yeah, but don't clocks usually have just 12 numbers on them?
*laughing a little* Yes, usually, but there's this movie called Labyrinth, and it sort of revolves around a 13-hour clock. Plus, 13 is just a kind of creepy Halloween-esk number, and I thought he might appreciate it. Now, let's sign the card.
*The three of us sign a musical card, that plays the Song of the Count when it is opened.*
*Recealing the gift, and putting it and the card into a gift bag speckled with glittery orange cats and black bats.* Now, do you want to come with me to bring it to him?
Both: Yeah! Whoopy!
*going to room 1 and knocking* Hello, is his numericalness in? We just came by to wish you a happy belated birthday; sorry we missed the party! We brought your present also, here it is. As I was telling the boys, I've been on a bit of a Labyrinth kick lately. Hope you like it!
Wembley: Yeah, hope ya like it!
Gobo: Yeah, well it was good to see you Count. Say hi to Ed and Uncle Deadly for us, will you?
Alright, see you later!
*All three go back to room 5.*

 

[The Count]

*After a while... What was that about?
Count: Kate, she and her Fraggle friends dropped off a present and vonderful musical card for my bat-day.
Ah... *They all ooh and aah after the present has been revealed. And this took place...
Count: Yes.
Man, the current mailer system stinks. We might have to resort to owl mail instead if it gets so bad.
UD: Or mayhaps bat-grams would be better this time of year.
Yes... Should also see about getting Labyrinth to add to our movie collection.
Count: Which reminds me...
Yes, I know, the Muppet movie marathon is one of the scheduled tasks yet to be tended. Oh well, maybe stagger them throughout the rest of this or next month or so.
Now come on... We'd better see if there's anything left at Penny Candyman's for Kate and her roomies. *All leave, walking stick and wallets in hand.

 

[The Count]

UD: Thank you my dear... Now then... Off to find that bungler Wormtail. Mayhaps I can get you a new rat's tail along with the hand for my rebirthing potion.
*Cold high myrthless laugh.

 

[The Count]

Phew... These spamwads keep cropping up, it's almost like an infestation of doxies. Meh, at least we'll spend the 13th in better spirits with a Toon Disney marathon.

*Hugging NBC and Labyrinth soundtracks. Now then... Off to work on haunters, and that secret Muppet project that fortuitously has fallen back in my lap.
*Swipes a slice of crystalized ginger pineapple.

 

[Skeeter Muppet]

Gillis: Well...this is a first.
Kim: What's a first?
Gillis: Tonight's another seven-hour Most Haunted Live broadcast - and you're not watching it.
Boober: (under his breath) Thank goodness.
Kim: Eh, I've fallen out of love with Most Haunted. After having seen TAPS at work on Ghost Hunters, the Most Haunted team just doesn't do it for me anymore.
Mimzy: Yvette and Company do seem to leave a bit to be desired after watching the TAPS team.
Tosh: Yeah; no prank wars for one thing.
Kim: And that's just for starters. So, I'm passing on Most Haunted Live this year.
Boober: Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

-Kim

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Erin: So what's this message I got from Ed?
Nora: Don't know - it must be our Halloween getup assignments.
Beige: Yup - looks like a Wizard of Oz theme.
Scooter: And I've been recast as the assistant - does this mean I have to wear those green contacts again?
Storyteller: Now, now...it's a wonderful piece of literature, and I think it fits in well with our literary-themed house of horrors.
Erin: Speaking of which, we need to have a skull session - get it? - on how we're rigging it up this year.
Nora: Ooh, can we do the Masque of the Red Death somewhere? I saw this really spooky old grandfather clock in the Muppet Theater's prop room.
Storyteller: Yes, old Edgar's a given...and let's do the Terrible Tunnel again.
Scooter: And can we do something like all those old B-movies of the 50s?
Beige: And let's set up something cheerful and lighthearted...like a good old-fashioned castle full of ghouls and spooks.

(ideas fly back and forth like a group of hyperactive bats)

 

[The Count]

Well... Those weren't your assignments per say. It was just some thrill-of-the-moment inspirations, since Ailie and her group and then Cait and hers got into Wonderland and Oz costumes for an early trick-or-treating. Also, it was the Count's bat, erm, birthday. Sorry you weren't around after that bit of sillyness. Frankly, I'm open to suggestions if there should be a theme or assigned costuming for this year's party. Hmm, I wonder if I can get the Weird Sisters or Grim to get his old troop of dancing skeletons...

*Huggles to Erin.