The Fourth Semi-Annual Official Muppet Central Forum Awards Ceremony

Ladies and gentlemen! Penguins, Muffins, and Ziffels of all ages and flavor! Welcome one and all to the fourth official Muppet Central Forum Awards! We've got a really exciting award show planned for you all, but, unfortunately, I won't be able to stick around for it. My deepest apologies. But here to take over as my co-host and co-organizer for tonight's festivities is my good friend and Muppet Central Staff Member, Mister Ed! ...Wait... no, he's not a horse... Ladies and gentlemen, bplease welcome The Count!

Have a great time at the ceremony everyone, but unfortunately, I've gotta fly! Gonzo!

Gonzo: You got it! *presses button*

*jet pack breaks through the back of my shirt* PRAWN OUT! *I fly off, busting through the ceiling*

Gonzo: Ladies and gentlemen, heeeeeeeeeere's Ed!

Claps enthusiastically

Go, Ed!
x)

Ooh, awards!
*grabs sugar bag and digs in*
Whoo boy, that's good sugar!
*hyped up*
*observes Squeege applauding Count*
*mockingly*
Go Ed!
HE'S NOT EVEN HERE YET, ya goofus!
*hickup*
Yeah, Squeege, bring it on! Even in the Awards Show, amongst the flying monkeys, nothing will stop this tiger from tangling with his most tantalizing archenemy!

Tony makes his way through a row of seats...

'Scuse me...pardon me...sorry 'bout that...that's a lovely hat, ma'am...oh, sir, sorry, I thought you were a...excuse me...coming through...

Tony sits in an empty seat; next to him is another empty seat, which he holds for Alex.

Tony adjusts his tuxedo tie, and settles in for the ceremony.

Hey, where's the guy with the hot dogs? Popcorn? Peanuts? Anything?

Yaaay Ed! Oh Beaker, isn't this great? *moves to put arm around him.*

Why I oughtta hang you from your toes, you blubberin' blabber blabbing blabbatastic blab!

Didn't yo momma ever teach you not to mess with a mad latina?
Are you feeling lucky, punk?

Hops out of her seat.
Her roomie tries to hold her back.

Say that to my face, you limp noodle!

Tackles him roughly, grabbing him by the hair before doing a smackdown.

Beaker:
(Escorts Katie into the ceremony, sitting her down next to him)
(Brings her flowers and a box of sweets)
Mee mee mee mee.
Meee mee meee meeeeee.

(Yes, I'm getting chills---exciting! And not the type where the melon-head tries to freeze you in a fridge!)

(are you really that mad? Y'know me, the kidder, the fool, the ol' guy who believes lightbulbs are alive)

But *ahem* y'know, I was once a noodle *hick*..
Hey! No fighting allowed.
*pulls out gun*
Suck gas, evildoer!
*pow*
Who are you calling a blatherin' blatherskite?

*activates GizmoArmor*
Whoo-bloody-hoo! > It's PLAYTIME!
*fires lasers*

(OF COURSE I AM NOT! HECK! I LOVE THIS! BRING IT ON! )

EEEEEEEEE!
GAS? NICK, I JUST DID MY HAIR!

Runs with flailing arms

Bunsen:
This is most humilliating.

What

Huh, what do you know? If I knew they were wanting a bit more simplistic awards this year, then I guess I COULD'VE designed them after all.

Oh well, that's all water under the cow now, isn't it?

Way to go, Beau! (Hey, that rhymes)!

Heheh, well sorry, that was the best I could do without my Photoshop working...

*Sneaks in quietly and sits in the back row.*

Oh, please don't take offense, Nick, it's just I was thinking someone else was going to try to outdo what Vic did last year.

And if your PhotoShop ain't working, you ought to try out Macromedia Fireworks!

I did! And that's the best I could muster without really knowing exactly what they were to look like.

Nah, no offense, of course, but ya know, I did try, right?

NEXT AWARD PLEASE! (before the crowd starts pelting each other with tomatoes) lol

Bryan: No, Snuffy, huh?
Big Bird: No...
Bryan: Well, we'll still have fun. Abby is waiting over there with Beth! Let's go see them!
Big Bird: Yeah (lightens up a bit)
Ernie: Come on, Bert. Let's go find our seats.
Bert: I wonder who's doing the catering.
Cookie: You read me mind!

(OOC: copied over from Dorms)