Still the amazing magic of Mupept Family runs on...Everyone's most tender side rising to the surface...TogetherAgain said:Gonzo went into his dressing room and locked the door. He knelt down beside his spare cannon, peered underneath it, and pulled out a pile of papers.
Demented spork? *giggle*“Let’s see... underwear... old dictionary... demented spork... deflated balloon... nails... Oh, so THAT’S where my autographed record of worms playing violin went! Now what was I looking for? Oh yeah.... ah, there they are!”
Sniff! Wow!He pulled out a small stack of blank postcards, sat down at his table, and carefully began to write.
“Dear Mom...”
I know the feeling!Robin took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Hi Grandma,” he said quietly.
Wow...she's so strong...I wish I could hug her, I do!!!She turned around. “Hello, Robin,” she said in her forever-gentle voice. “How are you tonight?”
“I’m okay,” he said. “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m alright,” she smiled. “Would you like to help me make dinner?”
Robin brightened up. “Sure!”
*laughing histerically* *oh my side* *laughing histerically*“Except of course to the ten feet of grass he burned,” Maggie said as she walked over.
“No, that was when you dropped the stick!” Kermit said.
“I did not drop the stick!” Maggie said.
“You did too!” Kermit said. “Twice!”
“Children,” the elderly lady frog said. “Let’s not cry over spilt milk.”
“We’re not,” Maggie said, “We’re arguing over burnt grass. Because somebody isn’t frog enough to admit that he started a fire.”
“Right,” Kermit said, “And that somebody thinks she can pin it on someone else.”
“No,” Maggie said, “That somebody thinks that just because he doesn’t live in the swamp, he’s better than us, so-“
“Alright, now that’s too far,” Kermit said, “I might as well add that this somebody also has a tendency to drop banjos in the pond-“
“It was an ACCIDENT!” Maggie said.
“Children,” their mother warned.
“Sorry Mom,” they both said.
Can only be penguins...“Excuse us,” a voice said.
Yup.“We hold up cue cards!” the penguin said.
- Someone call?“It’s all your fault, Zany!”
Who?“Um, uh, pardon us?” a voice said.
Oh! Pickles, naturally.He looked up. “Um....” he said, “Uh, can I help you, um... pickles?”
Don't worry Effy! I'm heading in your direction next!!!Effralyo said:(...Ack...
*gasps*)
Ooh! Ack indeed! Now you can ack for I've done some reveiwing for ye!!!Effralyo said:*...more ack...*
No, first time I acked since was glad for Lisa! Fancied what will she say to this comment pile...