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

[theprawncracker]

Jack: *notices that he is now in spurs and has a gun strapped to his belt* ...What am I supposed to be, Batman? And what's with the hat? *mutters* I shoulda just stayed in jail.

Mo: *pulls at girdle* I agree...

Jack: ...Never mind. *runs off to go hold up a train*

 

[Erine81981]

A few hours past by..........

Biggy T.M: So ya'll say your from another century?

Biggy: That's what we're saying Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great uncle T.M.

(Biggy's Commentry: And that really is my uncle but without all the greats. Awsome you could get him to play him. Also we had to cut down on some of those "greats" because it took about a whole hour for that scene.)

I would just like to know why did we end up here?

Yakky: I know one thing.

Biggy & Me: What?

Yakky: I am hungry.

Biggy T.M: Why didn't you say so.

Yakky: I just did.

Biggy T.M: Come along. I have the perfect place to curl your tongue.

Yakky: I just hope it doesn't make me swallow mine.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *aside to Hevej* I'm hoping this isn't anywhere near the Boston Tea party...because I am going to need some serious tea after this.

Hevej: *smirk* Go with the boys, son, your mother and I will make a plan.

*later*

Mrs Moppet Senior: *pulls a sheet off a scale-map of the villiage made of various items like cups, plates, etc, much like the cardboard villiage in Back to the Future* Right! We have the trainlines here, the town here, and the dockyard there. They are bringing all the gold from the National Reserve to smuggle it back to England before the Independance War approximately tonight. Now what we need to do is hold the train up about here.

Hevej: Right. We'll asign Jack as cheif holder-upper, you and I will be off with the dabloons, aaarrr. We'll use Moppet as a decoy, and tie that annoyin snitch Kyle to the railway tracks in order to stop the train! I love it!

Mrs Moppet Senior: *turns from scale model to Hevej* And I love you *husky voice, she approaches him and slips her hands into the pockets of his waistcoat*

Hevej: *swallows* Arr, my loverly...

Mrs Moppet Senior: *whispers* Go get the boy, that train passes through here in twenty-four hours we don't have time for any nonsence.

 

[The Count]

*Little do they know the train with the gold has already passed... And deposited its content of karats in the hands of two wild characters, clad in what appear to be Germanic/US labcoats festooned with appropriate Wild West themed scientific technological gadgetry.

Bartender, hearing train whistle... Mmm, that'll be the 9:15 to Santa Clucka, right on time. They'll sure be happy to get that shipment of cookies, ice cream and milk through. Heard there was a mighty powerful avalanche blocking the pass. But the brave engineer Casey MacPhee got them past that blizzardly blockade.
*Goes back to washing glasses before the breakfast crowd mosies into his establishment, the 3 Cross Saloon.

 

[Erine81981]

Back over at Biggy T. Marshal's ranch........

You are one clever bigfoot, Mr. T. Marshal.

Biggy T.M: Thank you son. I like to try and invent thangs.

Biggy: What else have you made?

Biggy T. M: Lots of stuff.

Yakky: Can we see'em?

Biggy T.M: Sure. Come this way.

 

[christyb]

Holy crap it lives still! Wow...I thought Mopfam died. Dang it has more lives than Ron...and that's a freakin lot. Here's a tidbit from yours truly the Matriarch of this strange family. People actually follow this thing! No lie. I'm running into people who read Mopfam...as in not us...as in people who don't play. Okay mebbe I just find that weird and cool.

 

[Erine81981]

That is really cool to know christy. I've run into a few too. It's awsome to know alot of members here and some who aren't read and keep up with it all from the first season it started. I'm telling everyone i would really love to see this take off as a real animated series. If only Disney would look this up and ask us to help out but i know it's only a dream or is it?

 

[christyb]

True Kyle. Beau and I have talked about it being a film or something at length. However there's one hitch...the copyrights for the characters lie around the globe! It is so weird when someone looks at you and says "Mopfam! I love that thread. It's so hilarious. Did you remember the time..." and meanwhile I'm wondering how to tell them...I'm Mother Moppet.

 

[christyb]

In the 3 Cross Saloon a figure places a quarter down for a drink hoping they served something stronger than tea in this town and to stay hidden in the shadows

 

[The Count]

...

Glendale 1840's.

Thursday, May 15.


My story isn't all that familiar to you folks, perhaps by reading these entries the tale of this town's foundations will be laid in better detail. The 3 Cross Saloon houses business for my sort, posing as nothing more than a front for our clandestine covent. You might not believe this, but magic has always been living in this land... Wanting to tap into that power and knowledge, I sought out the laylines and made an amazing discovery. As my name would suggest, the magic folks were somewhat frightened at my sudden appearance. Brumius Blackwell I introduced to them... Stormy skies overcast and some of the smaller critters hid in the natural crevices created in the rockened walls. Fraggles I think they were called. One of them, a silvery female merely nodded at the change in chords to the resounding song. Discussions and empty meetings were held almost daily. We would welcome each other, drink a couple of sasparillas, walk ourselves, play some cards—or the upright player piano for a song or two, and then go to sleep. Yep, life was good... Until I met her... That mysterious madamoiselle who arrived on the stagecoach a month ago. She said her name was Mignolia Coale... Her eyes pierced mine, not an easy feat when your eyes are shut closed permanently due to batty blindness. (Side effect of living your life in total dark magics). We would frequently clash, her lightning to my thunder at the saloon... Her singing and strutting about the stage would mesmorize most patrons, even this humble bartender. Somehow I couldn't place my finger on it, but there was an air of... At any rate, I returned to my charmed constituents and we chatted away at a ladybug's picnic... Mostly about the price of furniture and rugs and fire insurance for ladybugs... And eventually, we brooched the subject of preserving our powers throughout the generations. This set my mind a wandering... What if there was a place where all magical beings could come and learn about their powers? How to control them? How to use them to the betterment of all humanity, magical and otherwise? My head was swimming with notions... Not least of which was that Miss Coale. Hmmm, what will the future bring I wonder.

Thunder struck,
Brumius Blackwell.