Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <crawls out the window>
Chef: Yan go wher de Leeza gooey?
Robin: She's not gooey...
Rowlf: I think he's asking where she's going.
Robin: Oh. ...Well where is she going?
Rowlf: Out the window, of course!

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: *bird lands on chest* ...One flew over the coo-coo Prawn.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <strolls along sidewalk and sees Prawnie> Actually, it didn't fly over, it just sort of landed on... Hi Prawnie.

 

[The Count]

*Noticing Ryan immovable on the sidewalk outside. Good, maybe now that'll stop this crazy posting.
Man do I need a bed break...

*Overhears Rowlf. OK, here it is... *Fishes out the word "Oy". Now where do you want me to take it?
*Runs away laughing, still holding on to Lisa's word.

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: ...Hi Lisa... my self hurts...

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: Aw, I'm sorry... Hang on! Ed just stole my word! <runs off to chase Ed>

 

[theprawncracker]

Ryan: ...Ow...

 

[TogetherAgain]

Rowlf: <pokes head out window> <spots Prawnie> Uh-oh. Prawn down!
Chef: Heer! <shoves steaming hot pot into Rowlf's paws> Geeben de rye bread de gestki-butter zoooop!
Rowlf: We don't have any rye bread.
Chef: <shakes head> De RYE BREAD! <points to Prawnie>
Rowlf: That's no rye bread, that's Ryan!
Chef: Yish! De RYE BREAD!
Rowlf: Could you take the pot back? It's makin' my fur smoke!

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Nora: What is going on in there?
MN: Something about bread and hot soup. I just hope the bread dough's not attacking the Chef.
Nora: Which reminds me, Storyteller, didn't you start a batch of radish bread earlier?
Storyteller: Yes I did. Erin, get in here and help me form it into loaves, my hands are killing me.
MN: Sure. (the two start to knead the dough; E. starts to sing) I want...you...to want me...I need...you...to need me...

(chorus of groans at need/knead joke)

Storyteller: That was awful.
MN: Oh, stop trying to butter me up.
Storyteller: Butter belongs on the bread, miss. And Nora, you can do that for us.
Nora: Sure, sure. (starts to spread melted butter on tops of loaves) I smell something burning over there.
MN: Uh-oh...I think Rowlf's got some singed fur.
Storyteller: Better take him a moss pack and some aloe as soon as we're done.

 

[The Count]

Aw... Why'd you have to go and stop her? She was on a roll. Especially since that's her name. Guess she's financially well off, given that you're in the dough.
Aaaaah! The jokester's in rare form tonight.
Wocka wocka!
*Voiceover from Floyd: Forgive him Little Richard, wherever you are.

*Tiptoes and leaves "Oy" on Room #24's windowsill with a batch of black radish/potato mini pancakes.