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A Heart of Gold

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Dec 19, 2006.

  1. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Silly Toga. That's me. Silly Toga. I made this little promise, you see. I promised myself, and a couple other people, that my 3,500th post would be of fanfiction. Now in case you hadn't noticed, both "Flippersteps in the Sand" and "Say Cheese!" have come to an absolute halt.

    I don't think everyone remembers Vim... That's V.I.M. Voice In Mind. See how my signature says that my mind's own mind has a mind of it's own? Vim is mind number two, and the main controller of my stories. And not all too long ago, Vim went on strike. Absolutely every single story floating in the confines of my minds- that being upwards of twenty stories- came to a screeching halt. The strike lasted for a few petrifying days, and was then broken by this story. This story has been racing out of my mind ever since.

    To give you an idea... It started writing itself on December Fourth. After fifteen days, it is now ninety-seven pages long. Shall I put that in perspective for you? "Swamp Call" is 147 pages, "Destination: Home" is eighty-eight pages, and at its current state of thirty-seven chapters, "Flippersteps in the Sand" is 170 pages.

    Now the amazing thing about this story, besides its speed in self-writing, is that it has almost entirely been written through torment lines. Yes, that's right- poor Leyla has been forced to watch my brain and I churn and chug this out at the speed of light. I suggest we thank her for that, because if she hadn't, Vim would have exploded, and we'd be stuck with just me and Mind #3, which trust me, we wouldn't want. Mind #3 was the one in charge of chapter nine of Flippersteps... and that's all I'm going to say about Mind #3.

    ANYWAY! Um, this story takes place at some undefined point in the future. It's kind of around summer time. Now without further ado, let's see Toga's 3,500th post, let's GET THIS THING STARTED! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
  2. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Um, let me be the first to say WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOHOOOHOOOO!!!!!!! Gang! This story is AWESOME! And I've only seen two or three scenes! It truly blows the mind! Now move it along o' half/fiance of mine! We want gold!! :excited:
  3. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter One

    Scooter protectively clutched the paper to his chest as all the others swarmed around him.

    "IS IT FROM KERMIT?" Fozzie shouted, nearly tackling the go-fer.

    "No," Scooter said, "But it's about Kermit!"


    "What's it say?"

    "Is he okay?"

    "What happened?"

    "Read it, Scooter, read it!"

    Scooter curled over the paper and read it quickly. "It- it says he got a Purple Heart!"

    "Purple Heart?" Pepe said. "Si, but uh... Kermin is a frog, hokay? So whouldn't he have a green heart?"

    "No!" Clifford bonked the prawn's head. "It's a medal, shrimp! It's a medal given to soldiers who've had a-" He stopped, realizing. "Who've... had an-"

    "An injury," Miss Piggy gasped.


    "Oh no!"

    "How bad is he hurt?"

    "Scooter, what's it-"

    "It doesn't say," Scooter interrupted. "All it says is that the Purple Heart has been awarded to Kermit the Frog!"

    A nervous silence fell.

    “Is Uncle Kermit okay?" a quiet voice asked.

    All eyes turned to Robin, who was stiffly staring from his seat in Sweetums' hand.

    "He's gotta be," Fozzie said, ever faithful. "He- he couldn’t…" He didn't finish the sentence. "I mean, they would say if he…" He turned to look Robin square in the eyes. "He's fine," he said firmly.

    Robin clung to the hope that luminated his eyes.

    The reinstatement of the draft had hit some homes harder than others. Hollywood as a whole had been particularly bitter when Kermit had been called in for active duty. Kermit hadn't been all too pleased, either, but he hadn't uttered a word of complaint- in public, anyway. The War on Terror had escalated beyond imaginable heights, and every country with any sort of power now had troops somewhere in the Middle East. Some said the end was in sight. Some said the fight had just begun. Everyone finally agreed that the only accurate name for this war was World War III.

    With Kermit overseas, the Muppets were left very much to their own devices. They supported the troops at every opportunity- anything to keep Kermit safe, they would say- and they looked forward to every e-mail their beloved leader sent. He never said where he was, or used other soldiers' names, but he still managed to say a lot. He wrote of a life of constant explosions, unidentifiable food, and total unpredictability. "It feels just like home!" he would tease, but it clearly didn't. In every e-mail, he would tell them he missed them, and if ever a Friday came that he couldn't access a computer, he would sit down and write Fozzie a letter, and Fozzie, who would have been checking his e-mail every minute or two, would sit down and write a letter to Kermit.

    "Some folks here keep a bible over their chest, inside their uniform," Kermit once wrote. "I keep a stack of your letters, and the picture you sent that Robin drew." Fozzie wrote a lot more letters from then on.

    But whether Kermit wrote a letter, e-mailed one person, or e-mailed all of them, there was one line that was always included and always the same. "Please give my love to Robin."

    Though his uncle was overseas, the young frog had stayed at the boarding house. They would say it was for school, but the Muppets knew that it would have been next to impossible for Robin to communicate with Kermit from the swamp. So he stayed where he was, read every letter twice, and asked anyone and everyone to mention when he did well on a test or earned a new merit badge. When Kermit heard of these accomplishments, he never failed to write how proud he was of his nephew, and ask that it be passed on. He made a point of writing to Robin, too, of course, and these letters to Robin were the only letters that did not include the standard, ever heart-felt line, "Please give my love to Robin." In these letters, he could send his love himself.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    "Do you think he's hurt bad?" Fozzie asked, wringing his hat in his hands as he paced.

    Rowlf sighed, curled up on a large beanbag in their room. "It would explain why we haven't gotten e-mails lately," he said gloomily.

    "No," Miss Piggy said. She was leaning against the wall by the window, looking at her toes and tapping her foot. Her visits to this room, at this hour, had become commonplace. "They would tell us," she insisted. "They would tell us if was... hurt... badly."

    Fozzie looked at her. "How bad do you have to be hurt for a Purple Heart?" he asked.

    She lifted her head, tears in her eyes. "That's what scares me," she confessed shakily.

    Rowlf sat up slightly. "Well, he can't be hurt too bad," he said. "If it was something worth worrying about, they would tell us."

    “But shouldn't they tell us anyway?" Fozzie asked urgently.

    After a moment of silence, Miss Piggy sullenly whispered, "Yes."

    "What difference does it make if they should or not?" Rowlf said. "They didn't."

    Fozzie sighed heavily and flopped down to sit in Rowlf's doggie-bed. "What do we do now?" he asked.

    Miss Piggy quietly perched herself on top of a low dresser and watched her feet lightly swing. She thought for a moment. "What would Kermie do?" she whispered.

    Fozzie looked up, his eyes suddenly refilled with hope. "He'd keep believing," he said.

    "He'd find a bright side," Rowlf agreed, lifting his head.

    "He'd find hope," Miss Piggy added, smiling faintly.

    "And that's what WE'LL do!" Fozzie decided.

    "He wants us to be happy," Miss Piggy said thoughtfully. A pensive silence lingered in the room, and she dispelled it with a sigh. "I wish we could talk to him," she said.

    "Yeah," Rowlf nodded. "It'll be tough to sleep tonight, only knowing what we know."

    Fozzie set his chin in his hand. "Maybe we should write to him," he said. "Sometimes that helps."

    "E-mails are faster," Miss Piggy said.

    Fozzie shook his head. "Letters are better for him."

    Rowlf exchanged a quiet smile with Miss Piggy, but they knew the bear was right. "Let's write some letters then," he said.

    "I've got pen and paper!" Fozzie said, scrambling to his feet.

    "I have some stationary in my room," Miss Piggy said as she slid off the dresser. "I'll write mine there."

    "Whatever makes you comfortable," Rowlf said as Fozzie handed him pen and paper before scurrying back to the doggie-bed to write.

    She stopped and turned at the door. "Good night, Fozzie. Good night, Rowlfie," she said.

    "Sleep tight," Rowlf said.

    "Don't let the bed-bugs bite," Fozzie added.

    Miss Piggy smiled. "Thank you," she said softly, and she slipped away.

    Rowlf thoughtfully tapped his pen against his chin. "How long has Kermit been gone?" he asked.

    "Nine months, three weeks, and six days." Fozzie looked up. "Why?"

    Rowlf nodded towards the door. "She still says thank you."

    "What- when we talk to her?" Fozzie said.

    "But only in here," Rowlf observed.

    Fozzie shrugged. "Well," he said, "We wouldn't go in her room. Maybe she's just being polite."

    Rowlf nodded. "I don't blame her for wanting to talk."

    "She doesn't have a roommate," Fozzie said. "I wouldn't want to be alone at night, with Kermit in the war."

    "Yeah, that's when the worry comes," Rowlf agreed.

    "Speaking of worry," Fozzie sighed, "I'm surprised Robin hasn't come in with a nightmare yet, but I guess he might've gone to Sweetums tonight."

    "He might not have fallen asleep yet," Rowlf pointed out.

    Fozzie thought for a moment. "I think I'll go check on him," he said. He stood up and left the room.

    Kermit's door was open. Fozzie looked in, as always, but passed that room to ease the next-door open and peer inside.

    Robin was curled up in his bed, his hand on a worn picture of Kermit and Robin reading together. He was sound asleep.

    And so was Sweetums, except that he had curled up on the floor, where he was now as peaceful as a baby... a very big baby, but a baby nonetheless.

    Fozzie smiled and turned to go.


    ...Well, maybe Robin wasn't sound asleep after all. Fozzie turned back to the little frog. "Yes Robin?"

    "Do you think..." Robin hesitated. "Do you think Uncle Kermit was at... at that place on the news? Where... where the bad guys made little kids fight?"

    Fozzie sighed, tiptoed around Sweetums, and sat down on Robin's bed. "I don't know, Robin," he said. "But- probably not. I mean, last we heard, Kermit was... Well he was a long way away from there."

    Robin quietly fingered his picture. "When will he come home?" he whispered.

    Fozzie laid a furry hand over Robin's. As much as he hated the question, he hated the answer even more. "Someday, Robin," he sighed. "Someday."
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  4. Leyla

    Leyla Well-Known Member


    <grins> You're finally sharing with someone outside of MSN! I'm so proud! Of course, now I feel less special. ;) Anyway, there's no need to thank me for not letting Vim spontaneously combust... twas a delight romp of unbearable pain, and I sincerely look forward to watching you unleash this on other victi- er...readers.

    (Not that there is really that big a difference between those two words.)

    All kidding aside... I love what I've seen, and you've not let down your consistent hgh quality writing at all with this one.
  5. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    I just love this...It's so great...So deep and profound and truly one of a kind. Robin is so heartfelt and I feel every jabbing pain he does...Same for all the Muppets...And I miss that frog too, I want him back Lisa, I want him back. But I want this story to continue. And I want you to know that I think you're completely out of your three minds with three and a half stories under your belt. But I respect you for it. :p

    Love ya other half/fiance!!
  6. Leyla

    Leyla Well-Known Member

    Oh, oh, it's so strange to be reading this as something new, and yet something I've read... annd...oh, goodness! There's so much coming...wow... wow, wow, wow.

    I totally and utterly glomp you Lisa. Now I have to go reread a little bit of then. <shifty eyes>
  7. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Oh my....oh my....I want to say more, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. But I can say this is amazing Lisa. Wow.
  8. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Mmm... So this is that famous Toga 3500th post.
    Good start... I just hope you'll finish this one, and Cheese and Flippersteps also. Soonerish than laterish.

    Hey... Isn't that picture of Kermit and Robin reading a book a reference to one of Lisa's stories? Not sure which, Chasing Robin maybe?
    Oh well... Good night Kermit, wherever you may be.
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Oh, well played, Ed! Yes indeed, that picture is the very same picture that played a nice big role in Chasing Robin. As I mentioned then, it was seen on the shelf of family pictures in Muppets From Space. And don't you worry, the other two stories will not go unfinished. They're just on hiatus. I'm on Vitamin E.

    Anyway, off I go to take two more finals- wish me luck!
  10. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Good luck on your finals... And on updating the fanfics. Oh, and if you won't be here on Christmas Day for the exchange, then feel free to LMK so we can make some arrangement with the others who will be here or to have your exchange take place early.

    Like I said above... Good luck Lisa!
  11. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I just have to comment in a little more detail now that this is just so amazing, I still can't believe it. You're touching on something that is so real to so many people right now. I don't know anyone overseas right now, but if I did, man, this would be such a help. So many things stick out to me. Fozzie and Rowlf being together, Piggy being polite, Sweetums sleeping in Robin's room, Robin's innocense, Fozzie and Kermit writing letters to each other on Fridays, Kermit....I don't know what I can say about Kermit. I'm so impressed Lisa, I just feel that this story is going to be so different from any other you've written and it's going to be very special.

    That's not to say I don't want to see more Cheese and Flippersteps either though, I'm glad to hear they are just on hiatus!
  12. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    "It's real." That's what I thought when I reached the end of this chapter. "It's real." The war is a real war. The soldiers are real people, wearing real uniforms, with real letters under them. (At least Kermit is already camoflague(sp?) green...).

    It's not far away for me any more. It's not sombody elses problem that I don't need to think about. It's real.

    In fact, it's almost shamefull that it takes a fictional character going out there in order to make it real...but that's what it does take.

    Thank you for that, Lisa.
  13. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Two

    The house was undeniably tense the next morning. The breakfast table was undeniably quieter than usual. The previous day was undeniably weighing heavy on their minds.

    At the small desk shoved in the back corner of the family room, Scooter slumped in front of the computer and checked his e-mail. "Spam... spam... Skeeter... hm..."

    He suddenly sat straight up.


    He was instantly surrounded by every single Muppet in the house.

    "What happened?"

    "Is he okay?"

    "How bad is he hurt?"

    "How'd he get hurt?"

    Scooter stood on his chair to try to get their attention. "GUYS! WAIT!" he shouted. "I haven't even OPENED it yet!"

    "Well what are you waiting for?" Rizzo demanded.

    Scooter sat down, clicked the mouse, and glanced over the e-mail. "Geez, did he forget how to use the 'Shift' key?"

    "WOULD YOU JUST READ IT?" Miss Piggy snapped.

    "Sorry, it's just that nothing's capitalized! He's usually good about that. Okay, here it goes." Scooter scrutinized the screen. "Hi-ho, all. Guess you heard I got a Purple Heart. Bullet in right shoulder. Collar will cover scar. Hurts, but I'm fine." He looked around. "He's fine, guys!"

    They collectively let out a sigh of relief.

    Scooter turned back to the screen and continued reading. "There's talk I might get honorable discharge and come home. I hope so. Miss you. Please give my-"

    "Robin! Kermit loves you!" Sal interrupted.

    Robin smiled, and the others chuckled.

    Scooter studiously frowned at the screen. "He didn't finish the sentence," he said. "It just stops after the letter L."

    They shifted in the peculiar silence. "You mean that's it?" Fozzie asked. "There's nothing else?"

    "Well, no, there's more," Scooter said. "He just... didn't finish the sentence."

    They thought about it.

    "Well, we know what he meant," Gonzo said, and he nodded to Robin.

    They agreed, and Scooter went back to reading. "Yours, K."

    "Not KTF?" Fozzie asked.

    "No, not KTF," Scooter said. "Just K."

    "It's usually KTF," Fozzie frowned.

    "Maybe he's tired," Miss Piggy said.

    "Or rushed," Rowlf offered.

    "Guys, there's more," Scooter said. "It says, PS: Piggy-" He stopped and turned. "You'd better appreciate that, Piggy. He used the shift key twice there, and no where else in the e-mail."

    "Just read," she said softly, smiling.

    "Right." Scooter turned back to the screen. "PS: Piggy- the nurses are ugly compared to you."

    They burst into laughter and grins.

    "Well." Miss Piggy tossed her hair. "Naturally," she said smugly. She was secretly glad that her make-up covered her reddening cheeks. She backed out of the crowd and went upstairs.

    "Must be some hideous nurses!" Floyd said.

    "Watch it!" Miss Piggy shouted down before closing a door.

    They continued to laugh.

    Gonzo leaned over Scooter's shoulder. "He's gotten pretty flirtatious in these e-mails," he observed.

    "Yeah," Rizzo shrugged, "It's probably somethin' in the food."

    "That, or he's on some heavy medication," Clifford said.

    "They're probably all male nurses, anyway..."

    "Hey, but he might come home soon!"

    "Yeah, that'll be great!..."

    The crowd slowly dispersed, chattering about the e-mail.

    Scooter stayed at the computer, his chin in his hand, tapping his foot, staring at the unfinished sentence on the screen.

    Rowlf crouched next to him. "Bothers you, doesn't it?" he said.

    "Huh?" Scooter looked up.

    "His e-mail," Rowlf said. "It bothers you."

    Scooter nodded.

    "It is kind of unusual for him," Fozzie said, crouching at Scooter's other side. Gonzo stood by Rowlf and leaned on the small desk.

    "Yeah," Scooter nodded. He counted on his fingers. "No shift key, unfinished sentence, just K..."

    "And the flirting," Gonzo added.

    Scooter shook his head. "The flirting's old news," he said. "But add up the other stuff..."

    Rowlf nodded. "It could be the medicine, all jokes aside. But something big's on his mind."

    "Yeah," Fozzie said, "I bet he's upset."

    "Well of course he's upset!" They turned to see Miss Piggy standing right behind Scooter's chair. "He had to fight," she said simply.

    Rowlf did a double take. "Pardon?"

    She sighed and reached over Scooter's shoulder, pointer finger extended. "Look-"

    "Don't touch the screen!" Scooter panicked.

    "I'm not!" she growled. She pointed at a line of the e-mail. "See? Bullet in right shoulder." She straightened up and folded her arms. "Bullets don't get into shoulders all on their own," she said. Then she turned to Scooter and added, "And your precious little monitor is still clean."

    Scooter cowered in his chair.

    "Well I know that," Rowlf said. "But he's had to fight before, hasn't he? I mean, we've all seen the news. Nobody's over there for..." He gestured, trying to think. "...Fozzie?"

    "Nine months, four weeks," the bear reported.

    "Exactly." Rowlf turned to Miss Piggy again. "Nobody's over there for nine months and four weeks without fighting."

    Miss Piggy sighed and gripped the back of Scooter's chair. "I don't know, Rowlfie," she said. "...He's never been shot before..."

    Fozzie twisted his hat in his hands. "That... might've made it more real," he said.

    Gonzo sighed. "Well... whatever got to him... it's gonna be rough."

    Scooter nodded grimly. "Still hard to imagine him with a gun," he said quietly.

    "He never mentions it," Fozzie said, motioning to the computer screen.

    "I don't blame him," Rowlf murmured.

    "Poor Kermie," Miss Piggy sighed.

    A small voice behind them piped up. "Um..."

    They turned, and there was Robin, looking rather sheepish for a frog.

    "I missed the bus again," he explained.

    They grinned at each other. Rowlf shook his head and gestured to the computer. "Every time Kermit writes..."

    "That's okay!" Fozzie declared as he scooped the young frog up onto his back and headed for the kitchen. "Extra time for breakfast!"
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  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Thank you for the new chapter Lisa.

    Loved the E-mail, the mentions of spam, and all the things the gang noted about Kermit's message.
    Also liked how you had the core group that grew up together in the nursery going over the deeper meaning of the message.

    But you know what made this real for me?
    That last line about Robin missing the bus again. So many times it's happened to you, you just had to make it happen to someone in one of these fics?
    Loved it all... Post more please!
  15. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Great chapter, I love the small touches of Muppet normalcy spread throughout, like Floyd saying that the nurses must be rather ugly if Piggy is better looking than them. And Scooter, Rowlf, Fozzie, they all know Kermit so well that they can even tell in an e-mail, which is like the most impersonal thing ever, that something really got him over there. *shudders at the though of Kermit with a gun* Anyway, great stuff and very cute with Robin at the end missing the bus.

    Keep it coming!
  16. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Well-Known Member

    Oh my gosh WOW! *just got around to reading this story* It's really...real. Can't think of what else to say, but it's...real.

    I don't have family (that are close at least) over in the war-zone, and I didn't have anyone die in the towers. To me, personally it was a bit...impersonal for some reason. Yes, it was bad they died, no...it was horrendous. But nothing else other then that. And this story kinda....makes it all real.

    I agree with Beau, it's shameful when it takes a fictional character for it to finally hit home that it is real.

    I can't wait to read more of this precious gem of a story.
  17. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Lisa, that is by far my favorite scene from what I've seen. It's just so gloriously Muppety, hillarious, yet charming, concerned, yet deep. Perfection my half, perfection. More please.
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Pulls out the teddy bin and several additional cuddly things to snuggle with>

    Nobody said this story would be easy...

    And just to make it harder, I'm going out of town in... Oh, about an hour. I'll be back in a week. Rough spot to leave you at, but... That's life.
  19. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Three

    "...Come on... Kiss her..."

    "He's not gonna kiss her."

    "He's gonna kiss her!"

    "He's not gonna kiss her!"

    "He should kiss her."

    "Five bucks says he does."

    "Ten bucks say's he doesn’t!"

    "You're on!"

    "Come on, kiss her!"

    "Don't kiss her, don't kiss her..."

    "Kisssssssss herrrrrrr..."

    "Don't do it!..."

    They fell silent and stared at the screen intently.

    "Aw, man!"


    "Pay up."


    "I can't believe he did it."

    "He's crazy!"

    "She's crazier."

    "And I'm CRAZIEST!"

    "No arguments here!"

    The huge group of Muppets all laughed, and money was exchanged between a few hands.

    "That's not how the movie ends, is it?"

    "Pipe down and you'll see!"

    "Do you always talk through movies?"

    "Nah. Mostly only when I'm in the theater."

    "Or getting paid for it!"

    "Yeah, then we just don't stop talking!"


    "...Wait a second, you got paid for that?"

    "Of course. Didn't you?"


    "Hey look! They're gonna kiss again!"

    "No they're not..."

    "Ten bucks says they do?"

    "You're on!"

    "Hey guys, could you pass the popcorn?"

    "...You want the popcorn, or the bowl?"

    "What's the difference?"

    "One we have, and one we've eaten."


    "...Okay, scratch that, there is no difference."


    Fozzie sighed. "I'll go get some more," he said, and he stood up to leave the room.


    ...He was glad he left the room.

    He put a bag of popcorn into the microwave, turned it on, and looked for a bowl while he waited for it to pop.

    Kermit had now been gone for ten months and four days. A week had passed since his last e-mail, and they hadn't heard a word since. It wasn't like Kermit to go this long without writing unless something big was going on. Since his last e-mail had mentioned some talk of an honorable discharge, they tried to take it as a good sign.

    But his last e-mail had also mentioned a bullet wound. Optimism was a difficult thing to find in such a circumstance. They had finally resorted to distraction, and now they were watching whatever movies they could find lying around the house. Considering they lived in Hollywood and therefore kept up with most movies, that was quite a lot.

    It did not, however, mean that the movies were any good, and they were beginning to understand why Statler and Waldorf had taken to heckling... and kept coming back.

    Fozzie pulled a bowl out, glanced at the microwave, and called into the other room. "Is he still kissing her?"

    "No, they're at a park now!" someone answered.

    Fozzie pulled the bag out of the microwave and dumped it into the bowl.

    "No, they want us to think they're at a park," someone else said. "They're really in somebody's back yard. See the little kiddie pool, about two feet away?"

    "I think that's supposed to be a duck pond."

    "Okay, having little pink and yellow ducks on the side of it does not make it a duck pond! Come on, even we know that!"

    Fozzie's ears pricked. "Hey guys?" he called. "If they're at a park, then why is there a door sound effect?"

    "What door sound effect?" someone asked.

    Fozzie hesitated. "I... I thought I heard..." He stepped out of the kitchen in time to see the front door close.

    There he was, in his well-pressed uniform, his fairly worn looking boots, a Purple Heart on his chest, his right arm in a sling. He looked tense, staring out at the world through an invisible yet hazy shield.

    Fozzie felt his jaw drop.

    He was home.

    The bear finally found his voice. "KERMIT!" he shouted. He ran to greet his friend.

    The other room suddenly rustled to activity. "What? Kermit? What is it Fozzie?"

    "KERMIT'S HOME!" Fozzie shouted.

    The entry way was suddenly very crowded.

    They slowed- just slightly- at the look on his face. "KERMIT! YOU'RE HOME! YOU'RE HERE! YOU'RE... Kermit?..."

    His knees went weak, and he began to sink.

    He didn't sink very far. Silk gloves, furry paws, were instantly grabbing and supporting him.


    "It's okay! We've got ya!"

    "Make room, guys!"

    "Let's get him to the couch!"

    "Turn the movie off!"

    "Who needs that movie anyway?"

    "Just relax, green stuff!"

    "Welcome home, Kerm."

    They settled him on the couch between Miss Piggy and Fozzie.

    Miss Piggy, on his right side, was careful and wary of the sling and, more importantly, his shoulder. But nothing was going to stop her from gently wrapping her arms around the nearer half of him, and filling his cheek with kisses. "Kermie," she managed to whimper between pecks.

    His eyes seemed to fight their own vacant gaze, and his face remained strained, but his good hand managed to find and touch hers for a brief moment before pushing away to give Fozzie the biggest one-armed bear hug the comedian had ever had.

    The two best friends hugged tight for a long moment before settling back against the couch, each still keeping an arm around the other. Kermit looked like he was finally beginning to relax. Miss Piggy scooted closer to him, and his exhausted head dropped onto her shoulder.

    Then he finally broke his own silence. "It's good to be home," he mumbled.

    They nodded in quiet agreement, letting themselves relax. Kermit was home, and it felt incredible.

    They heard the front door open and close. "Sweetums Sweetums Sweetums guess what I did in school today!" an excited little voice proclaimed.

    The Muppets exchanged quick, excited glances.

    "Robin, wait!" Gonzo and Sweetums raced to the door. "We've got a surprise for you!"

    Kermit lifted his head, tensing. A mournful shadow fell over his eyes. He felt a lump in his throat.

    "A surprise?" Robin followed obediently as Sweetums and Gonzo guided him towards the couch, blocking his view.

    "You'll love it!" Sweetums told him. "Now cover your eyes..."


    Kermit watched his little nephew approach, his eyes covered. He had grown some, but he was so young and innocent... Kermit felt himself start to shake.

    Gonzo positioned Robin right in front of Kermit. "Okay," he said, "Now look!"

    Kermit suddenly found himself looking into the biggest, roundest, most innocent eyes he had ever loved. Oh please don't let him say-


    Kermit burst into tears.

    The Muppets stared. This was hardly the reaction they had expected. Quick glances were exchanged, racing to calculate how to undo this.

    Robin lightly hugged his uncle's leg. "Uncle Kermit?" he said softly. "Are you okay?"

    Kermit had shielded his eyes with his good hand. "I'm sorry, Robin," he managed to croak through his sobs. "I'm so sorry..."

    Fozzie quickly scooped the younger frog away. "He just got home, Robin, he's tired-"

    "Yes, Kermie, why don't you get some rest-"

    The others tried to comfort and distract Robin while Miss Piggy half-led, half-carried a sobbing Kermit up the stairs and into his room.
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  20. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    There was this one line that struck so real and so...it summed up everything ever, Muppet-wise, family wise, everything...

    That line...the reaction...her hair-tossing...the laughter...the pain...it's so vividly realistic and real...and, wow. I love that you used "-" instead of "," after piggy. Gave a longer pause ready to dive in. perfect.

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