Beige: Step on a crack, break your mother's back...don't walk under ladders...throw salt over your left shoulder for good luck...
Nora: Wow, Beige, you sound just like Boober. All you need is a lucky flowerpot and you're all set.
Storyteller: Beige, Beige, Beige, this Friday the 13th silliness is all superstition.
Beige: Uh-huh...and why will you never go near the Whistling Caverns on the first Monday after the full moon?
Storyteller: That's different.
Scooter: I don't know...I'm more worried about how Valentine's Day is the day after tomorrow.
Erin: Yeah, you and me both. I've said this before, but I know someone who calls Valentine's Day "Singles Awareness Day."
Scooter: Go figure. (spots a card on the table) What's this? "M is for the mystic stuff you dream up, O is for the opals your eyes look like, K is for the..."
Beige: (swiping card away from Scooter) Excuse me, that's privileged information!
Nora: Oh, Beige, do you still have that crush on...
Beige: (retreating into room) No, not a crush...security Fraggles don't have crushes, it's bad for morale...
Storyteller: He still has a crush. Of course, Nora, you get kerwallops of the heart over...
Nora: (hissing) Storyteller...
Scooter: Who is it? Why is it a big...(pause) Oh.
Erin: (sigh) Look, people, when Valentine's Day rears its ugly head on Saturday, let's just do what we did last year: set up the fondue pot and tell jokes or sing some old folk songs or something.