"The Moppet Family..."

[The Count]

*Whispering to Liza: I'd be more concerned about your continued future employment if I were you.

 

[minidoozer]

*Answers the whispering voice*

What do you mean?

*Looks at the sleeping twins*

I'll take care of those sweeties forever.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Right, you, you, and you *points to Don and Mrs Jones, and..hm...Don again." I would very much appreciate a little peace and quiet. So, kind;y extract yourselves, while I make tea.

 

[The Count]

*OOC: Minidoozer, head on over to the 2nd Moppet Family Story and you'll see why in Chapter 8.

Well, if you don't need me Bo, I'll be back at the old haunt.

 

[Beauregard]

Wait, woah, hold it a sec there Mr Cole! Um, you know how I was always nice to you and...well, ok, never mind, but, would you kindly extract the couple from my livign room?

(OOC: Jack can't get on MC for a while, so we should move the thread on, and skip the weding till a later date)

 

[The Count]

*OOC: Wondered where Ryan theprawncracker was.

OK folks, let's move this wedding...

Why? Well, it's starting to rain and thunder something fierce. And I happen to hear things...
It's unlucky for someone of your position to get married on such a bad omen Mr. Connoli... If you know what I mean.
Liza, please help by rescheduling all the wedding particulars for another date. Thanks.
*Takes Mr. Connoli and Mrs. Jones out of Moppet home and leads them back to their hotel down the block.

 

[Beauregard]

*flops into Sofa*

So, now for some peace and quiet. *switches on tv* Or, not...eech...reality tv...*shiver* *switches off tv* What is with these American Idol type shows...

(OOC: Vic, that's your cue!)

 

[Vic Romano]

Bum bum bum BUM! DAD! KYLE! TED! It's time for Vic Moppet's Spectacular Sing Off! We need to have a meeting ASAP about it! Dad, you host... Me, Kyle, Ted and Uncle Adam will judge! Now we just need to host some auditions and get us some singing contestants... whaddya' say?

 

[Vibs]

Viq: *Opens mouth to say something*

Vibs: You better not.

Viq: Why?

Vibs: *steps on Viq's foot* mwuahhha!!

Viq: ... *sniff*... *sob*.... WHAAAA HAB AHAHAAA!!!!!!!!!

Vibs: Oh pull yourself together baby.

Viq: baby!?

Vibs: No I didn't mean baby I meant baby as in baby and not baby. Got it baby?

Viq: *shiver* Stop calling me baby!!

Vibs: ... babe?

Viq: *frowns*

Vibs: hey let's jump on father's stomach!

Viq: OKAY!!!

*crawl over to the sofa and somehow manage to get on top of father's stomach*

 

[Beauregard]

Eech, get off you two.

Vic, what did you say? Hosting what?

*thinks: Flashback: Mother did say I should spend more Father/son time...*

Ok, I'll do whatever, now what's going...er...down? Is that what you say? That's cold, right? Or, cool, or...whatever...