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Finally, Perry’s two-week paid vacation was over, and he was surprisingly looking forward to returning to the Blinking Lights Factory; “Can’t wait to see how much of a pushover Gart really is.” he chuckled, remembering something he learned, two weeks prior. “I’ll give him something he’ll never forget.” As he made his way to the Factory, he also recalled that he was usually a target for blunt force trauma, and figured that his bad luck will return, despite gaining some closure that he needed. “Hey, Perry!” one of his coworkers, Glaze Loyalty, waved, as he finally entered the Factory. “Glaze.” Perry nodded, back. “Happy to see that you’re doing better.” Glaze replied. “So far,” Perry scoffed. “Until someone drops something heavy on me…” “Don’t worry,” Glaze reassure him. “We got your back.” “There’s one thing I’m looking forward to, though.” Perry replied. “What’s that?” Glaze asked. “Saying a few words to Gart.” Perry answered, his smile looking almost genuine. “N-Now, Perry,” Glaze

It's not every day you see a little gray puppy with great ambitions and an even bigger heart; Mickey Wolf-Pepper, of course, was that little gray puppy. She desired to become a service dog for her adoptive father, Electric Mayhem bassist Sgt. Floyd Pepper (who suffered from PTSD), for a while, but recently, she also noticed anxious behavior arising, in the trumpet player, Lips. Aside from performing so well, during shows, the poor man acted almost hermit-like, spending more time in his room with the saxophone player, Zoot, rather than exploring the real world, and Mickey wanted nothing more than to help him, as well. Throughout one month, she practiced her servicing skills on other Muppets, treating it as homework, or practice, to reach her training school’s requirements to pass. Today, Mickey kept her eyes and ears open, searching for anyone in distress. In the meantime, Lips and Floyd sat together, keeping an eye on her; “Gotta hand it to her, man,” Lips smiled, slightly. “She’s

It was like any afternoon, at least, it started out, that way. In a rather strange-looking house, on a modest street, seven children were playing a game of hide-and-seek. Well, actually, while they were young enough to be considered children, they all stood at ten feet tall, and were all monsters. Despite their odd appearances, however, these monsters were always friendly toward anyone they met, and they all lived together, with their mother, who happened to be a kind witch. As the seven monsters played hide-and-seek, their mother (whom they always refer to as “Mom”) read the newspaper, while still making sure to keep her children out of trouble. The oldest brother, Two, counted aloud, while his siblings hid, “10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100! “Ready or not, here I come!” he called out. “Ollie-ollie-oxen-free!” Even though Two had a long nose, he didn’t think it was necessary to sniff out his siblings, but he had a good idea of where to look. He searched outside the house, and

The next morning, Brooke Masterson woke up, and suddenly remembered that Mudsy, the Funky Phantom, was sleeping near her, in an old armchair, and keeping guard, just in case. Thankfully, the cautious ghost didn’t have to do anything, since nothing seemed to happen, during the night. “Another calm night,” Brooke sighed, to herself. “But it’s results day, today, and I bet Mudsy wants to see. “Mudsy,” she coaxed, putting on her robe. “Time to get up, Colonial man.” At that, Mudsy slowly woke up, and yawned, “H-Huh…? “Wha-...?” he mumbled. “What time is it…?” “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Brooke chuckled. “It’s morning.” “Ooh…” Mudsy yawned, sitting up, and stretching, before realizing where he was. “Oh, good morning, Brooke, you’re a lovely sight, for sleepy eyes.” “Well, rise and shine,” Brooke smiled, as Boo stretched, and yawned, himself. “It’s results day for the King Cake baking competition, today. “In the meantime, I better get to work with makin’ breakfast.” she sighed. “And I’ll brew the

The next morning, Monster slowly woke up, weary, but relieved that he was in his own bed, and that he was safe, but, after stretching, he was a little concerned about Robot not being there, until he smelled bacon cooking, in the kitchen. “Robot…?” he called out. He went to the kitchen, and sighed in relief, at the sight of Robot making breakfast, at the stove. The small orange Mechanical turned to face him, and smiled, “Morning, buddy, breakfast will be ready, in a minute.” “Thank you, Robot.” Monster smiled, back, in relief, sitting at the table. “Sleep well?” Robot asked. “And how, happy to know that I woke up, at home,” Monster sighed. “With someone I can really trust.” “Now we can relax.” Robot added, as he plated the bacon up, for breakfast. On the other side of town, the bacon seed somehow grew, during the night, and became a seedling; suddenly, the town’s famous salesman, Hal Worth-a-ton came upon the tiny seedling, and a smug grin crossed his face. “Well, well, well!” he

(based on "The Night Before Christmas", by Clement Clarke Moore) 'Twas the week before Halloween, and all through the house, All the residents were stirring, except for a mouse. Spooky carved pumpkins sat on the porch, with great care, In hopes of trick-or-treaters soon to be there. Seven monsters were eager for the celebration, ahead, Oh, Seven, don’t lose your head! Throughout the neighborhood, the decorations were spooky, They were ghastly, shocking, and even a bit kooky! Upon returning home, the monsters were mesmerized, Until there was something that Two realized: “There’s a haunted house attraction, in town,” he explained. “But I think it looked a little dull, probably plain.” With their costumes as inspirations, the monsters set to work, And built a spooky walkthrough attraction, complete with Halloween perks. A ghost, a vampire, a clown, a strongman, a genie, A witch, and the Headless Horseman, this walkthrough sure wasn’t teeny. With Mama’s help, the walkthrough was a

(full title: "Seven Little Monsters: Operation: Tricks and Treats Ch. 5") Finally, Halloween arrived, and news of the Halloween Vandal reached Mom; “What fiend could do such a thing?” she glowered. “We know who it is, Mom.” Two answered. “Miss Tawny.” Seven added. “Our new neighbor?” Mom gasped. “Yep.” One nodded. “She thinks that kids don’t deserve to celebrate Halloween…” “Hmm, doesn’t like fun, hmm?” Mom sneered. “Apparently not…” Three huffed. “One’s got a plan, though,” Four explained. “And I hope it works.” “We just gotta work together, on this.” One reminded him. “Right,” Two nodded. “Let’s gather up as much evidence as we can get.” “Camera, check.” Five piped up, holding up a camera. “Great,” One grinned. “Let’s go.” As the monsters walked around the neighborhood, they snapped photos of every wrecked front yard they found, including a few photos of Miss Tawny actively smashing jack-o-lanterns. “You won’t ruin Halloween…” Six sneered, to herself. “Not for these kids…” At