"The Moppet Family..."

[Beauregard]

Yeah, and you'll have to go through them to get to me too! Wait...*pause*

*udden thought hits him*

*whispers*

Does anyone else think somethings up with by Brotehr-in-law? He doesn't usually have violent tendencies, I'm worried for him, and worried for me, and just plain worried!

 

[Vibs]

Viq: I think daddy is worried...

Vibs: ... how did you figure... *rolls eyes*

 

[Beauregard]

*the cage slames down around the fighters*

*glancing for an exit*

Father: Hevej, little help!

Hevej: Ah'm not able to move, man. Get outta there.

Father: Mr Cole what is happening here? This is not funny! Where's Christy?

 

[minidoozer]

*Looks at Hevej*

Where have you been???

 

[Beauregard]

Hevej: You know me, well, mebbe you dont, but, here and there. And there an' here, tha's all, lass. How've youi been? Moppet treatin' you right?

Father: Am I the onyl one who's concerned for Mr Cole? Fine, the only ay outta here is...
Moppet...to finish this.

*snaps into a martial art stance, and then leaps forward in a snap of arms and legs*

 

[theprawncracker]

*Father kicks Mrs. Jones and knocks her out*

AH!!! Mrs. Jones!!! Um...I surrender!*gets down on hands and knees*

 

[The Count]

Fine, let's just forget the whole thing.

*Starts muttering spell and a blanket of sleeping gas affects everyone except Mr. Cole.
Now then... We'll just transport all these people back to their homes...
*Another spell's chanted, placing everyone at the arena who's now asleep back in their own beds.
And of course, we can't leave any evidence behind...
*Snaps fingers and arena goes back to normal Wilson's Company offices located where it should be.
Gotta erase the tapes...
*Passes hands over cameras and tapes get instantly blanked.

And to seal the deal...
*An anonymous check in the amount of the total raised is msteriously deposited in the Muppet Theater's bank account.
Now for a quick bath and this whole thing can be put behind us.

*Goes home for a good shower, change of clothes, and deep sleep in his own bed.

 

[theprawncracker]

*wakes up in armchair*

Wow, what a weird dream...

*thinks for a second*

I wonder if the bank still has the same security cameras...

 

[The Count]

*Echoing voice: Leave it be Jack...

 

[theprawncracker]

Yeah, the echoing voice is probably right.

I'm hungry.*goes to the kitchen to eat.*