RPG: The Search for Skeeter

[christyb]

Guys! Be careful. We don't know the power of these things. We need to save them for later when we need them.

 

[theprawncracker]

Si, Kermin I wasn't going to use it, in fact I would never think of attracting a pig hokay.

 

[Beth C]

*looks through the scout book*

Wow, Uncle Kermit, this is incredible. Wait until I tell everyone in the Frog Scout troop about this.

*Folds the Scout suit and puts it in his backpack*

Ok, I'm ready to go looking.

 

[The Count]

You know... When we get to the jungle, I have to go meet my doctor. *Echoes from the crowd.
Yes that's fright, my witch doctor. Seems he has a shrunken head case he wants to show me. Wonder if it'll be Marvin Suggs's again.

 

[redBoobergurl]

DRUM STICKS!! Yeaaaaaa *starts banging on Fozzie's head*

Ahhh! Animal, knock it off! I know it seems I have a hollow head at times, but I'm not a drum! Now, I should start reading these jokes so I will be prepared to use them. I'm so glad Kermit's here now. I feel safer when he's around!

 

[Erine81981]

Ahhh! Animal, knock it off! I know it seems I have a hollow head at times, but I'm not a drum!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.....

 

[Beauregard]

Hey, guys, guys. Remember what Skeeter said.

These tools can be dangerous. Animal, don't use them on Fozzie's head. Fozzie, if you read the jokes now, maybe it'll be you that can't move.

Okay, people. Let's get back in the bus and head for the jungle.

Uncle Deadly *shiver* if you have a contact with the, er, Doctor. Maybe we should start there. He might have drections to the Kookazsa tribe.

 

[The Count]

Well, all fright. Will call to let him know we're coming.
*Uncle Deadly calls witch doctor and sets up appointment for the Muppets.

OK, he'll see us this afternoon.

 

[christyb]

I don't have a very good feeling about this. Sheeesh.

 

[Beauregard]

GAME MASTER: The electric mayhem bus pulls up in front of the Witch Doctor's hut deep in the spreading jungle. Vines hang down from thick trees, and overhanging branches above. Dark green moss covers the ground, walls, and roof of the hut. The window-pains are cracked. Light seeps through the leafy foilage, and patches of light shift in the wind like mirror ghosts.

Er...this looks very, um, friednly. Boss, you wanna knock?