(All of the gang, save Scooter, is out on the lawn.) Erin: (reading the Shipping News) Anyone know where Scooter's gotten to? Nora: (sipping a black raspberry milkshake) He called and said something happened at the theater, but he'll be back here soon. Storyteller: (sorting through conspiracy theories about the Wizard) Always something going on...Erin, my inkpot's over by your elbow, could you pass it to me...thank you. Beige: So anyways, I said to that new security Fraggle, look pal, you'd better...wait, I think that's Scooter now. (sits up) What the heck does he have all over his jacket? (Scooter wanders over - his jacket is splattered with violently purple splotches.) Scooter: Hi, guys. Erin: Scooter, what happened? Scooter: You remember I told you guys about Gonzo's mold collection wanting a spot on the bill? Others: Yes. Scooter: Well, they finally got impatient and took over the theater. And as I was helping Beauregard round them up, one of them knocked over a jar of some chemical Bunsen was working on, and I was caught in the splatter... Beige: That stuff's not caustic is it? Scooter: No...(takes off jacket) But my jacket got the worst of it. Nora: I wonder what it's going to take to get that stuff out? Storyteller: Well, I just heard Boober say that he wanted to work on laundry - take it to him and see what he can do with it.