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 aliveā¦
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 populatedā¦
The End...
