"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[The Count]

Answering Jack in passing: Your word... Says you.
Answering Bo: Then somebody else ate it. Maybe Mairin's rats. Like I said, go and buy some more.

Honestly, this place would go to heck and ruin heck itself if it weren't for Mrs. Christy. *Closes door shut and leaves via the outside staircase noone knows about, exiting the house altogether to get away for a bit.

 

[Erine81981]

Yogurt? You mean that's all that you were summing us for? Don't you know your little one is missing?

Yakky: See what i mean. It's not any big deal. *keeps reading the newspaper with some coffee*

Biggy: Sheesh. *montions hand of "whatever"*

I'm going to still look for her. She was my reasonability and i'm not giving up on finding her. Anyone with me? *looks around* Anyone? Where's Vic when you need him. *falls to knees and yells* VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!

 

[christyb]

Vanessa: Watch Brando much?


Mother: Go to Heck? I thought we were already there.

 

[The Count]

*Coming back after studying... Yeah, we're already there. *Glances at Vanessa, and the view's not half bad either.

*OOC: Christy, when next you come online, please PM me, there's something I want to ask about Vanessa.

 

[Ruahnna]

Headmistress plans a vacation

Headmistress Featheringill’s office is its usual heap of untidy papers, but the desk has been completely cleaned off. Onto said desk are spread several bright, colorful vacation brochures and a map of the world. Mistress is sprawled forward on her stool, her lime-green reading glasses perched low on her nose, and she is studying the brochures in great interest. Toady sits beside her with a decidedly grumpy expression on his face.
Headmistress Featheringill: This one looks nice, Toady. We get a bungalow in the rain forest and free cocktails—no, wait, cocktail wieners—every day at five-thirty. Complimentary coffee and Danish in the morning. Oh, wait—served by someone who is Danish. (She takes off her glasses and rubs her nose wearily.) Drat this fine print! It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t keep moving.
Toady: I warned you about getting animated brochures, didn’t I? (crosses arms huffily across his chest) But did you listen? Nooooo. You never listen to me. Personally, I think they’re a little too slick for you!
Headmistress Featheringill: Too slick? Looks who’s talking! (Patting him fondly on the head) Someone’s grumpy. Wrong side of the, um--?
Toady: If you say lily-pad, I’m going to leave. I am a toad—not a frog.
Headmistress Featheringill: (ruefully) I’m well aware of that. After all, I—
Toady: And stop humouring me! I am not grumpy! I am not! I’m…bored. There’s nothing to do when you’re a toad.
(Headmistress Featheringill rolls her eyes.)
Headmistress Featheringill: (muttering) Not that again, Toady. (sitting back and looking at her companion in bemusement) Well, why don’t you help me, dear? After all, this is your vacation, too.
Toady: (sullenly) I don’t see why we have to go on some silly vacation anyway. I like it here. And besides—you’ve been gone a lot lately.
Headmistress Featheringill: I’ve told you, dear. School business. I did offer to take you with me on several occasions….
Toady: Hmmph!
Headmistress Featheringill: (gently) Don’t you want to go away? Just us? Getting away from this moldy old tomb of a school?
Toady: (muttering) I like it here.
Headmistress Featheringill: Are you afraid we’ll run into someone who knows you?
Toady: How could I? Most of my old friends don’t know that I’m—
Headmistress Featheringill: (firmly) Very grumpy. Come on now, love. Let’s pick a spot on the map, if that’s more to your liking. I don’t care—I just want to be away from here. No students, no professors, no papers to grade, no correspondence…. Just the two of us, footloose and fancy free.
Toady: (grudgingly) Anywhere?
Headmistress Featheringill: But of course! You pick, I’ll transport. Of course, we’ll have to pack.
Toady: (dryly, while looking down at his webbed toes) Done.
Headmistress Featheringill: Ah, well, I have to pack, at least. Perhaps a packing spell! Now, where did I—
Toady: No! No packing spells! The last time you tried one it packed up EVERYTHING in sight—including the garbage in the pail and your bunny slippers.
Headmistress Featheringill: (gaily) I rather enjoyed wearing them around St. Thomas.
Toady: Yeah? Well he seemed to find them pretty cute too!
Headmistress Featheringill: (wheedling now) Come on. Stop being a grouch--
Toady: (muttering) I’m not furry enough.
Headmistress Featheringill: And help me pick a spot. The sooner you pick, the sooner we’ll go.
Toady: (softening just a little) Will it really be just us? No wand phone? No fax in a bottle?
Headmistress Featheringill: Cross my heart. And I’m usually quite reliable.
Toady: (annoyed) And don’t think I don’t know it!
Headmistress Featheringill: (resting her hand lightly on the back of toady’s neck) Toady. We’ve been over this. There’s no sense making such a fuss.
Toady: Easy for you to say.
Headmistress Featheringill: But hard to watch.
(Toady looks up, his eyes hopeful.)
Toady: Really?
(For answer, Headmistress Featheringill leans forward and looks into his froggy eyes.)
Headmistress Featheringill: Don’t make me go alone, dear. It won’t be the same without you.
Toady: It won’t be the same if I go.
Headmistress Featheringill: (briskly) Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? Now….”
(She puts her hands over his eyes and he puts a finger down on the map. They both look at the map, then at each other.)
Toady: That’s, um, different.
Headmistress Featheringill: Yes it is. (mischievously) Want to go?
Toady: (throwing his hands up in surrender) Sure—why not. I’ll probably be sorry later.
Headmistress Featheringill: (smiling brightly) Yes, dear. But isn’t that better than being sorry now?

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Fine...if no one is intersted in the hunt for live yoghurt...*pause* Hmm, perhaps it really was live yoghurt and wondered off...*end pause* Anyay, if no one is interested, I'll just place this new pot of the soured-milk here on the shelf...and this mouse-trap below it...that should work.

 

[Erine81981]

Out in about with Father Muppet's car.........

Poor little thing. She's proubley scared and cold. *yells out the window of the car* Jena! Jena! Where are you?

Scooby Doo: *pops up from in back of car* Ri'm right here.

Uh sorry but your in the wrong series, dude.

Scooby Doo: Rhoops. Rahree. *jumps out the window* Rye! *waving*

Bye Doode. *laughs from making a little joke* Wait? Maybe i that was a clue. I need a detective. *thinks* Nah. *keeps calling for Jena*

 

[The Count]

*Outside Cole's house, Adam's picking up the mail and hears Kyle... Huh? Who's Jina? You don't suppose he means, nah... That little bundle's been with Sis this whole time. That, and it looks like the twins ere finally corraled and quarantined, stripped of their magic powers. But then again, she might have done any number of other things to those two.
*Goes back inside and gets changed and ready for dinner with the family.

 

[Erine81981]

*stops car by The Cole's house* (knock knock) Hey Mr. Cole. I was wondering if you had seen Jena? I was watching her for Mr. Moppet while he went off to work and was teaching her some stuff and when i turned back around she was gone. Now if she's with Mrs. Moppet. Then how did she get to her so fast?

 

[The Count]

*Opens dor... Oh hi Kyle... You mean Jana? Well, Sis came by the other day and found her in her clthes hamper. Sis got her out and then took her out for a walk, haven't seen them since, maybe they're on some secret mission for Magic School.