A/N: A tribute to what might be one of my favorite shows, even more than Phineas and Ferb or Gravity Falls. (So some of the rhymes are forced! I don't care!)

Who's That Knocking?

Once, it was populated.

Once, every night, for months and months, you had nary a prayer of getting in.

So beloved was it, that no one could get a seat.

However, now the seats are dusty, the door rusty.

The entrances are sealed, the kitchen will never again host a meal.

No more seats can be booked, no more chefs there to cook.

Therein lies the famous suit, black and white- with a splash of color in the form of a red bowtie.

No one is here to wear it, no one to prepare it.

Soon it will be torn down, replaced by a restaurant bearing a clown.

Eleven years ago, it was vibrant, booming, bright. Now there are no occupants, and no light.

But I remember the past...The guests...Massive and joyful and ready to party.

Cartoons...so creative, so funny, keeping the show alive…

Eleven years have passed.

The House is closed.

The Mouse has moved on.

The memories are all we have.

Once, we could sit on the sofa and enjoy a good show.

Once, we could laugh and smile and grin.

Once, it was populated…

The End...