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A Monday Return

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by WebMistressGina, Mar 17, 2014.

  1. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Soooooo....it's Monday. :)

    If you've been reading my Pool Hall series, you'll know that in 5 Ball, I brought back everyone's favorite heir apparent, Robin the Frog. In that, Robin was currently spending the summer and long with his uncle and aunt due to some issues happening back home.

    This is the story that explains how Robin returned to the Muppets and why Kermit and Piggy are currently his legal guardians. You know the deal - next chapter up next Monday!

    A Monday Return

    Sunday morning

    For most people, Sunday mornings meant sleeping in, recovering from the late nights of Saturday and preparing themselves for the onslaught of work on Monday; for others, they may have been up, bright and early, and heading out to either church or to start/finish those weekend errands.

    For the group known as the Muppets, Sundays were usually spent getting ready for their show that happened in the evenings. Their weekends were designated for practice and run throughs, as they geared up for the show, ironing out any kinks or mishaps that might come about before show time; this of course did nothing to stop kinks and mishaps from happening during the show, but these were always concerns left to figure out once the show started.

    On this Sunday however, there was no show, which meant that many of their acts and cast members were doing what most did – sleeping in. But they were actors and musicians of the highest sort, so while many were still in bed or just leisurely taking their time in their chores and duties, there were some folks hanging around the theater, working on their acts for the following week or just doing what folks usually did on the weekend – hang out with their friends.

    Miss Piggy, the troupe’s leading lady, had done exactly that – slept in until around nine o’clock and then had taken her sweet time getting ready for the start of her day. Her boyfriend, the director and leader for the Muppets, was down at the theater doing whatever administrative work that needed to be done before their next show. In many cases, he and his assistant would do these things during the week on Wednesday, but the two had felt the sooner the better, this way they could easily call off the normal meeting that happened on Mondays, giving everyone an extra weekend to do whatever they wanted. Piggy had some clear ideas on what she wanted to do tomorrow and they didn’t include the usual quintet that she spent time with at the start of the weekday.

    A lot of things had happened since she had returned to America and the Muppets proper, one of those being that she and the director had to reevaluate and restart their often tumultuous relationship. There had been harsh words and icy comments between the two of them over their years together, though none more damaging than having him tell her he had no plans on ever marrying her; that had been a blow, a real one, two punch to the gut that had just devastated her and it didn’t matter how many times he had tried to apologize, it couldn’t be taken back and in most instances, harsh words are often blanket statements for the truth. So she had left – left the Muppets, left the country, and left him, hoping to find a life in which she could live away from the one she had started back in Hollywood, but it was something that needed to be done. And it had been done.

    And it had seemed like a done deal until they walked back into her life seven years later.

    Since then, she and Kermit the Frog had tried to make amends for their previous failure, while trying to be more mature in this current attempt. Oh, they still fought – it wouldn’t have been their relationship if they didn’t – but now comments weren’t laced with anger or discontent; barbs were done in playfulness and humor, while insults were quickly diffused in order to prevent the long and lingering amount of discord that was prevalent in their past. Before they had parted, they had a house together, one that she had bought and that they still lived in and on several occasions, Kermit had made comments that he still wanted everything that came with married life, including children.

    That was on the list for tomorrow, if she had her way. And she usually did.

    On that Sunday, Piggy had just finished showering and getting dressed, with plans on heading out to the studios in order to save the poor red headed assistant from the frog’s insistence on doing work. The boy – no matter how old he would get, he would always be the kid and a boy to the rest of them – had a girlfriend now, who surely wanted to see him on that day and the diva felt it was her duty to steer the two into the same happiness that she was currently feeling with Kermit and that could only happen if she managed to distract the frog long enough for the red head to escape. Because it was Sunday and technically a day off, Piggy was dressed casually, chic jeans and one of the director’s white dress shirts, with her blond locks hanging about her shoulders as she made her way through the kitchen, towards the coffee pot and freshly made coffee that awaited her.

    This was her second cup and she was planning on putting some into two carriers once she made her way out. This was a caffeine house and her frog needed his addiction updated if he was planning on getting anything done; with that thought, Piggy reconsidered the idea of taking the two carriers and instead of carrying one. If Kermit was alert, that would make it a lot harder to keep his attention on her and off of work, especially if he and his assistant had been pilling themselves with coffee from the cantina or the coffee shop around the corner. Thinking over her options, the diva allowed the sudden ringing of the phone to go three rings before she answered, figuring it must be Kermit calling because he had forgotten his cell phone – which he had – and was calling the house looking for it.

    “Frog residence.”

    “A…aunt….aunt Piggy?”

    “Robbie!” she exclaimed, pleasure at hearing the voice on the other end. “How are you, dearheart? Keeping yourself out of trouble?”

    Robin was Kermit’s nephew and former cast member of the Muppets when they had first began. A child of five when the original show had been in production, Robin had held an intuitive knowledge of acting and being on stage, something that many attributed to his uncle being who he was and that perhaps, the two came from an unknowing entertainment family. Robin, as any child would, had enjoyed his days as a featured player in one of the most famous troupes in the country, but as with any child, schooling was very paramount and the young frog’s parents had insisted on him continuing his school work. It was his mother who had been very firm on that point, something that caused some conflict between her and his father.

    It was the mounting conflict that had caused the small rift between them to grow until their marriage could not withstand the turmoil. As with any marriage breakup, it had affected Robin the hardest, especially when his mother had put her foot down on his ever going back to the acting world, barely granting him the ability to visit his famous aunt and uncle in Hollywood. While he understood the reasons behind staying in Leland, Robin wanted to experience the euphoria he once had when he was a child star – being a normal child, in a non-entertainment world was, in a word, boring. And difficult in some respects – he was very close to his uncle and felt that he could tell the elder frog any and everything, including the troubles that he was having at home.

    And on this day, his troubles seem to amplify themselves.

    Piggy had launched into a story about she was headed down to the theater now in order to save his uncle and by extension, the young assistant helping him and she waited to hear whatever cheeky, teenaged comment the younger frog had set up, however none was forthcoming.
    “Robin?” she asked, wondering if perhaps the call had dropped. His cell could lose connection at times, depending on where he was. “You still there?”

    The silence she expected, after all, cell phones and their carriers could be tricky even in the best of locations; the soft sobs on the other end, however, she was not.

    Humor faded into concern, as she quickly asked, “Robin? What is it? What’s wrong?”

    And he told her, though sobs, hiccups, and an increasing amount of sorrow and panic.

    “Robin, listen to me,” she said, firmly. “We’ll be there, alright? Give me the hour and we’ll be on a plane; we’ll be there by the end of the day, sweetheart. I promise.”
  2. Aaron

    Aaron Well-Known Member

    Great start! A slightly bigger font would be appreciated though.
  3. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Tank q berry much!

    Huh, I thought did make the font bigger :confused: Maybe I didn't. Next time, I will though. Will be working on this in about two shakes of a :zany:
  4. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Is waiting for the next installment because noone makes Robin go through what he may or may not be going through without facing the consequences. :fanatic:
  5. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Late, very late, this is, but here it is! :D

    Also, saw the movie earlier and while a bit repeated and suspension of belief, it was still good. Most def will need to get this on dvd, as pretty sure there are cut scenes that are trailered, but don't show in the movie. But you'll see (if you haven't seen it). Anyway, here's your Monday on Monday!

    Chapter I

    Kermit the Frog, director and leader for the Muppets, was already at the theater that morning, using the extra time to catch up on the administration and finances of the company, along with his stage manager and assistant, Scooter Grosse. The two often took days through the week to work on the business side of their entertainment venture; the rebound of the group since their last movie and subsequent getting back together had buoyed them out of a hole that had been dung nearly eight years earlier. During that time, the others had done their own things, had moved on to bigger and better things, including the young red head who stood by Kermit’s side.

    The breakup had been hard on everyone involved, friendships had been tested and separated, but luckily had been able to be mended. The biggest hurt, however, had come from Kermit himself – letting his mouth and most likely his emotions get away with him, the frog had said something that had broken his long standing relationship with the leading lady, which led to the final straw that broke the proverbial back; he didn’t know if it was the growing downward spiral that was happening with his friends, the spiral that was going on with his relationship, or the aftermath of the death of two of their own, but it had led Kermit to make some stupid decisions. The first that had happened was his continued pursuit on their last project - despite it having been cancelled three weeks earlier, Kermit had been calling in the cast and crew to work, knowing that they were working on something that wasn’t even a reality any more.

    It had been a secret to all but the stuntman, who had happened upon the revelation as he and his girlfriend prepared to leave for other parts.

    It was out in the open now, a decision that had been made once Scooter had found out about it and Kermit had made the decision that put them where they were now. As the only heir to that of JP Grosse, Scooter had been met with a landslide of business ventures, companies, and controlling interests upon the mogul’s death, something that the young Muppet had not been prepared for in his early twenties. It was then Scooter had begged and pleaded for Kermit to help, to take away the very large task of controlling all of these companies; while Kermit couldn’t take all of the businesses, he could take one – that of Muppet Studios, the company that been built and converted from the land purchase JP had done before the group had officially gotten together. To that end, Kermit became the sole promoter of the studios, while Scooter was able to look forward to schooling and even an internship with search giant Google.

    But with Kermit’s decision to keep production going and the eventual revelation had forced the group to make changes, resulting in the removal of Kermit as the head of the company and instituting Scooter back in. That’s what it looked like on paper and what their business partners may have seen, but to everyone else, Kermit was still the head honcho of the Muppets and their studio and Scooter was his right hand man and that was the way they had wanted it. And on this Sunday, the two of them performed the same duties they did whenever it was time to do their admin stuff.

    That had been about thirty minutes ago and in that time, the theater had quickly become a mini circus with the arrival of the penguins, who were determined to show Kermit their new idea for a musical number and had cornered the frog near his desk at backstage left. Scooter, who had gone out to pick up the breakfast both had missed while working, had only been able to walk in to the scene he saw now, where penguins galore swarmed the green frog; and right now, the red head couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or help out his captain.

    The decision was decided for him when he felt the touch of someone’s hand on his shoulder, seeing that it was Piggy that stood behind him. Before he had even had the chance to greet her, she was saying, “I need two tickets to Leland, today. You got an hour.”

    “Do I get to know what for?” he asked, watching as she went past him and began to head upstairs to her dressing room.

    “I’ll let you know if you get them.”

    “I’m on it.”

    From the middle of the stairs, Piggy could see the calamity that the frog was facing, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling and gossiping penguins and that he was losing completely; luckily she had the perfect out, but it came at a price. “Kermit,” she called. “Kermit!”


    “Moi would like to see you, please!”

    “I…calm down, Cheesy, I can see you clearly. Piggy, is that you?” he called. “Come on, fellas, give a frog some space. Can a frog get some space? Piggy, I can’t talk right now!”

    “Kermit, it’s very important I see you up here.”

    “Piggy, can this wait?” came the exasperated sigh. “Guys, will you just show me what it is you want?”

    “Penguins, scat!” the diva shouted, causing all the clucking and quaking of the arctic mammals to stop and all of them turned around to see where the command came from. Seeing that it was coming from the diva, the group immediately parted like the red sea, allowing for the frog to escape if he really wanted to. “Kermit J,” she addressed, calmly. “I need to see you, right now, upstairs. Please, Kermit.”

    Kermit was used to Piggy’s demands and in many cases, he could give as good as he got, but something about the way she had asked, with the special note that she had used his middle initial to get his attention, seemed different from the other times she had tried to coax him up to her dressing room. “Scooter, can you, uh…?” he asked, nodding his head to the penguins that had been quiet since being commanded to.

    “Yeah, Boss.”

    Curiosity got the better of him and it caused him to head towards the stairs and follow the leading lady up them and into her dressing room. Piggy entered first, turning to face him as soon as he had walked through the door and closed it. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

    Since that phone call, Piggy had been trying her best to figure out the best way of telling Kermit what was going on, but now, with him facing her, she wasn’t sure what to say. “Kermit, I don’t…” she began, then cleared her throat to start again. “It’s about Robin.”

    For a moment, Kermit felt his heart stop. “Is…is he okay?”

    “He…yes, Kermit, he’s….” she tried. “Physically, he’s okay He’s okay, Kermit.”

    “But there’s something wrong.”

    “Yes, dearheart.”

    Taking a few more steps into the room, so that he was nearer to her, he asked, “What?”

    “Leaper…” she started. “Um….she’s gone.”

    “Gone…as in…?”

    Taking a flipper in one of her hands, she gave it a squeeze; Kermit knew what she had meant and he found it hard to continue standing, though he didn’t sink onto the bed like he thought he would. “Did…did…” he stuttered. “Did you talk to Jimmy? I mean, he…he’s…”

    “Hey,” she whispered. “Look at me. Kermit, look at me and listen. We’re going down there, ok?

    “We are?”

    “Of course we are,” she said. “I’ve taken care of everything, alright?”

    “You have?”

    Quirking her lips a bit of a smirk, she whispered, “Always the tone of surprise.”

    That made him chuckle, though for the circumstances, it was quite hollow. “How…how…?”

    At that precise moment, there came a knock on the door, before it opened to reveal Scooter. Knowing that this was obviously a tricky situation, he quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. Holding up his tablet, he said, “Two tickets, Leland, leaves in about two hours. Jackson was the closest, so you’ll get there in a little under six; best I could do.”

    Reaching for the tablet and subsequently patting the redhead on the cheek, Piggy said, “Andrew, you are a darling.” Turning to him, she continued with, “I have no idea when we’ll be back, so it goes without saying that you, Rowlf, Fozzie, and Gonzo – if he behaves – are running the show; you have final say, Andrew. Everyone will listen to you, when you make them and if there is any problem, they will answer to me or Kermit and you know, no one wants to answer to one of us.”

    “It’ll be the death of them,” the page smiled. “Figuratively or literally, depending on who it might be.” He was a quiet for a moment, his eyes going back and forth between the diva and the director. “Is everything okay?” he asked, quietly. “I mean…what do I tell everyone?”

    Piggy paused for a bit, glancing slightly at the frog behind her. “Death in the family.” Some of the color drained from Scooter’s face and it took the diva a second to realize what he could have possibly been thinking. “It’s not Robin,” she said, immediately. “But…it’s not Robin, okay?”

    Scooter nodded quickly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Okay, yeah, I got it.” Taking a deep breath and standing straight, he nodded again, this time with more confidence. “I got it. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll handle it.”

    Patting him again on the cheek, she said, “Good boy. Two hours?”

    “Yeah, LAX.”

    “Alright,” she said, grabbing Kermit’s hand. It was a testament to how very distracted he was that the physical act of Piggy touching him, actually managed to startle him somewhat. “Ready?”

    Nodding, Kermit gave Piggy’s hand a reassuring squeeze, before walking past Scooter and towards the door, a mumbled “You’re the best, Scooter” the only greeting and goodbye he had said to the gofer.

    “Call me if things get hairy.”

    “Likewise,” Scooter whispered, giving a glance back at the frog who had just left.


    Leland, Mississippi was a small city within Washington County, with only a population of a little under five thousand people. The city stood within the very heart of the Mississippi Delta, smack dab in the heart of blue and country; there had been many a blues singer that had been born or who had sang in the city, such as Johnny Winter and James ‘Son’ Thomas.

    For more modern audiences, the Leland was home to The Frogs, local legends in the community. James The Frog had been somewhat of a local blues singer when he had been a young frog, which was how he had met his wife, Darla Jane; Darla, who insisted on going by Jane at the first opportunity, had been a sweet, young waitress at one of the dive bars he’d been playing in one night. It was a favorite hangout for him and his friends, but it became a particularly happy place once he had caught the eye of the waitress.

    It had been love and marriage after that, with Jane making him the proud father of several hundred children. James would never say it outright that he had favorite children or favorite grandchildren, but he couldn’t stop the excitement he got when he saw his oldest boy’s name up in lights for the first time. Kermit had taken after his father in many respects – same skin coloring, same smile, same type of temperament, and same musical talent. Just after losing his tail, the little frog had wanted to know what the strange looking instrument was that hung on the wall of their little home and by the time he had reached childhood, he knew how to play both guitar and banjo, with a couple of other instruments thrown into the mix.

    While James loved the fact that at least one of his children wanted to follow in his footsteps, Hollywood wasn’t a place for a small town country frog. It was a hard place and to be honest, James as afraid for his oldest boy, afraid that the harshness of that city, that lifestyle would change the sweet and good natured frog he knew his son to be. It was with a heavy heart that the elder frog let his boy go off to Hollywood, never foreseeing the fact that his son would become the leader of the oddest group of people and would help to launch themselves as international superstars.

    It would have been fine to have one actor and musician in the family, but then to discover that his youngest grandson at the time – the shy and small Robin – took after his uncle and grandfather had been another proud moment. James and Jane weren’t the types of grandparents that interfered in the way their children raised their own, but it did hurt something inside the elder frog when the boy’s mother had cut that dream in half. The Frogs were very traditional kind of folks and if there was one thing they always truly believed in, it was love – the love that two people had for each other, the love that friends and family all held for each other, that’s what always mattered in the long run.

    Jimmy was one of his middle children and directly named after him. Jimmy was very much a mama’s boy – though all the boys were – and Jimmy had found himself a wild filly in his former wife, Leaper. Leaper was also very traditional and she was not the kind of woman who tolerated hopeless dreams and passions. Jimmy was just as talented as his older brother and father, but he had decided that he had wanted to do right by the girl he wanted to marry and there was nothing wrong with that; Jimmy was every bit the good husband and father that his father expected him to be.

    James didn’t know what the exact trouble was between them, but he knew some of it was Jimmy letting Robin spent so much time in Hollywood with his uncle and hopefully future aunt. Jimmy loved Kermit, as much as any little brother could love their big brother; James knew the two would probably never admit it out loud, but they had been the best of friends when they had been younger, Kermit always making sure his little brother stayed out of trouble or doing his best to keep his little brother out of trouble. That was why Jimmy never saw an issue with Robin staying with his big brother; Leaper however did.

    James had overheard her once complaining that Robin spent more time with his uncle than his did his own parents and it only worsened once the Muppets gained popularity, both with their TV show and their movies, until Leaper finally put her foot down on letting her only son continue this life. The more time he was gone, the more he only talked about wanting to follow in his uncle’s footsteps. The elder frog sheepishly may have contributed to that dream as well, a few times telling his grandson all of his musician stories and the folks he had met when they had traveled through town. He didn’t think anything of it, it certainly wasn’t as upscale as the stories he had heard from Kermit, about the people he had met and starred with.

    It wasn’t that James didn’t like Leaper, he just sometimes couldn’t understand how she and his son got together in the first place and managed to stay together for as long as they did. But when he thought that, he was sure people probably thought the same about him and Jane and were no doubt thinking along the same lines about his oldest boy and the pig he was very fond of. But regardless of how he may have felt about her, James certainly hadn’t wanted this fate for her, and definitely not for his son or grandson.

    It should have been a relatively easy and normal morning, a normal Sunday that should have been started with breakfast with the family had been horribly interrupted with the frantic call from Jimmy, who had received the summons from his son. Leaper had been suffering from what they had all assumed was a slight bug, something that they had all caught once in a while, but Leaper’s illness seemed to hang on even when it should have left. She was a stubborn frog, most of the time, but in this regard – her health – she was as stubborn as bull and that was apparently the fatal flaw.

    Robin now stayed with his mother most of the time and as he was wont to do, he was up early making his own breakfast and looking over the homework he had due the next day. Now longer the small, shy little tadpole he had been, Robin was now a full-fledged teen and everything that came with it; he was a little more temperamental, especially in living with his mother. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his mother, he did of course, but when faced with an ordinary life that didn’t include acting, dancing, and singing seemed…too normal. If he was perfectly honest with himself, the teen missed the excitement and fun he had when he was on the Muppet Show.

    It had been near a decade since he’d been involved with the Muppets and it had been even longer since the group had been all together in themselves, however a chance meeting with an oil baron, an evil plot, and three random fans and the group was back doing what they had loved doing; the only problem was, Robin wasn’t there with them and he so wanted to be. If he had been living with his father, he would’ve had the chance to go back, but he wasn’t. He was living with his mother and Leaper the Frog had never been a fan of the lifestyle, especially when it seemed that her son seemed to be spending way too much time there and not enough time here.

    They had been fighting more, but Robin had figured it was because he was a teen and she was sick as all get out. It certainly didn’t prepare him for that morning.

    “Mom?” he called, trying to figure out if she was coming in or not. He wasn’t supposed to be reading comics while at the table and for the moment, Leaper couldn’t figure out where he was getting comics in the first place. “Mom, I’m eating breakfast and certainly not reading comics at the table.”

    Counting down about two minutes, Robin quickly stashed the comic and quickly finished his cereal before she came in. Ten minutes passed without sound or sight of his mother, which was not usual in any circumstance. Leaper had been getting up later in the day, but again, the teen had just counted it as her being sick, hence why he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he had as of late. When another five minutes went by and he still had not seen my mother, Robin got up and headed down the hall.

    “Mom?” he called, knocking on the door before entering the room. When he didn’t get an answer, he poked his head around the door. “Mom, you up yet?”

    Leaper was still asleep, curled under the sheets, and she looked rather peaceful, peaceful enough that Robin was almost too afraid to wake her. “Mom?” he called again. Making his way into her room, the teen shook her quickly. “Mom? It’s like after eight, shouldn’t you be up? Mom? Mom.”

    He was shaking her and she wasn’t waking up.

    She wasn’t waking up.

    “Mom. Mom. Mom? Mom!”
  6. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Okay, that's better. Death in the Frog family, that explains a lot. Don't do that to us again.

    There are lots of wonderful details here in the backstories you've given various characters. Particularly enjoyed the way Kermit's parents met. But if you're playing with the established characters that most of us use in the shared ficverse, shouldn't Kermit's mom's name be "Jane" instead of "Jean"?
    Also, you might want to check your work before posting for any little tidbits that might need cleaning or correcting like "my mom" when it should have been "his mom" and all the unnecessary "that of"'s though I've pretty much given up on those.

    An oil baron, evil plot, and three fans. Yep, that's pretty much the plot of their last movie. If only :o had actually watched it.
    BTW: If you listen to "We're Doing A Sequel" from the soundtrack, the line sung by :concern: is not a nag or a hint, it's an actual threat aimed at Disney/Pixar. If only we could get them to be as active with their planned Día de Los Muertos film as well. *Grumble.

    Thanks for posting, I look forward to the next installment of this great fic. *Leaves brownies.
  7. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    See, I KNEW there's was an established name for Kermit's mom and I could not think of the author who did it and honestly, by the time I got to writing the end section, I was tired. I won't lie. Got a lot of stuff done, saw the Mupps, went shopping, made dinner, ate, etc.

    See above.

    As I told my roommate (who I made come with me), as far as soundtracks, I actually like this one better, though the plot of this was...so-so. I had to suspend my belief that *spoilers* everyone would do the thing to the guy, you know. But in lieu of the last movie, it does make sense in context, which I can believe. If this had been set in classic Muppet movie territory, no, I wouldn't believe it.

    And can I just say the new voice for Piggy is excellent. Not that I didn't like Frank Oz, who is superb, but I have never liked his singing voice (for Piggy anyways); new guy - pounding it. Piggy's song in this (complete with Celine Dion and music video scene) took the prize for my sad song moment and Constantine's song to her....no words. Words fail me for either how ridiculous or ridiculously awesome it was.

    Anyway, I'm muffining my own post here. What was I talking about? Um...yeah, next part next week. Or something.
  8. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Good to know you actually saw the movie. The Big House is my fave song, just like the full version of Me Party was my fave from TM. What... I regret nothing.
    Thanks to MCR playing the soundtrack, I have a better appreciation of The Interrogation Song, didn't rully hear it that clearly/follow it that well at the showing I went to last week.

    *Leaves choc chip muffin since we're muffining posts now.
    *Wants devil prawn from Creature Shop Challenge to hunt down sea lemurs. Sorry, my mind's going. Better catch it before it runs away. Come back here brain! *Chases after the over-analytical lab mouse.
  9. fictionalnice

    fictionalnice Well-Known Member

    so sad...but awesome!
  10. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    The Big House has been in my head all day today, which is great cause Something So Right was in my head yesterday. lol

    I also heard the whole Interrogation Song and don't remember Gonzo's part in the movie, so that was funny to hear (especially since it gives an aftermath of his running with the bulls fiasco)

    So, hey moderator Count Guy, could you, would you, pretty please, change something in the above for me?

    Seeing as 'Jane' is the established mom name in the ficverse here, can you change the Jean's to Jane's? I'll go with the 'her full name is Darla Jane and everyone calls her Jane' and then will go with a grandkid being Darla Jean, this way I can still have the name and keep within the establishment.

    Many tanks!
  11. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    This has been just taken care of, hope it helps and hope to read more when it's ready before I leave on my vacation next week. If not, it'll be here when I return.
  12. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    COUNT! I needs your help!

    Who 'owns' James and Jane, Kermit's parents? Gonna on a hunt for the story that I remember reading they were in, but I seriously don't remember which one that could possibly be? Do you, oh counter of knowing stuff, know the answer?

    Help me, Ed Kenobi, you're my only hope! For finishing this chapter I'm working on :D
  13. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Well Princess Gina Organa... Thankfully, you don't have to go into the cantina in search for someone who can point you in the right direction. Unless you want to listen to Floyd Rebo and the rest of the band play that one song one more time, which is incredibly square, and :sing: doesn't do square.
    What was I saying? Oh yeah, James and Jane The Frog. theprawncracker and TogetherAgain introduced them as "Dad" and "Mom" in their fics, especially the Muppet Wedding Trilogy by the former. You can always check Getting Swamped by Empress Ru, or KG as well, I think the former is where that started. Or Robin's Story by Beauregard since you're also bringing in some of the frogling's parentals into play here.

    Hope this helps, sorry I didn't reply sooner. *Phases out in Force ghost fashion.
  14. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    *glomp hug* I remembered Aunt Ru's, so I did indeed check that out, and tried remembering which ToGa fic that introduced them and couldn't find it, so you sir, are the awesome cause I didn't even think of Prawnie.

    So everyone thank Sir Count for today's update!!
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  15. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Hey kids! Been on a roll on this, so I may just give you a two for one today, depending on when I finish. If that's the case, expect a new chap of the Great Impostors next week!

    Chapter II

    Long flight travel could sometimes throw off someone’s set time schedule. Kermit was used to traveling, certainly, and while he preferred flying to say driving cross country, it wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy these long trips back home. Oh, he loved going back home, that much was true, but flying from one coast to another was tiring; if he was lucky, he could catch a flight and be at the airport within five hours, with about a two hour drive from Jackson to Leland. That was the best route he had discovered, as it got him there in seven hours, versus the nine or more if he went directly to Greenville and then to Leland. Kermit was a fairly patient frog, so for these long hour flights he’d go over different aspects of the show or finally get around to reading the books he kept picking up and not actually reading.

    On this trip however, Kermit was unsettled. His mind kept going over the recent news he had gotten earlier from his girlfriend, the news that his sister in law – his beloved nephew’s mother, his little brother’s wife – was dead. He didn’t know more than that and it was the hope that once he arrived home, he’d be able to find out what exactly had happened. But he had six hours to think and stew about it and it was making him fidgety and restless, behavior that didn’t escape the eye of the diva that sat on his other side. Twice now, she had steadied the random and urgent tapping he kept making on the arm rest or his leg; finally, she had handed him the book she was reading and ‘asked’ that he explain the very intricate plot and love triangle that made up the book and the only way he could do that was if he read it.

    He had taken the book relunctantly, knowing he was trying her – and the other passengers – patience with his restlessness; even babies and small children were giving him funny looks that caused him to just sink down in his seat and bury his head in his book. He didn’t get very far though, as his mind kept going over what was happening in his small neck of the woods. While he would always count the Muppets as his extended family and loved a good majority like the adopted brothers they were, Kermit was still very much a country boy and still very much a frog associated with his kinfolk back home. From the time his little brother had broken out of that egg, Jimmy had been his sibling that he watched over; it wasn’t to say that he didn’t look after his other siblings because he certainly did, but Jimmy seemed the sibling that understood him the best.

    All of The Frogs had some talent, even if they didn’t think they did or if they hadn’t achieved the type of fame that the oldest had; Jimmy had shown he had the same type of musical inclination that his older brother and father had and could be found listening to his father play, on those special nights when he took down the guitar and started to mindlessly strum across the strings; or sitting next to his brother as he learned to play the banjo with the same accuracy that his father had. Jimmy had been the frog Kermit had gone to when that crazy idea of going to Hollywood first took hold.

    He had told Jimmy first, above everyone else, what he had wanted to do.

    He couldn’t imagine how devastated his brother was; while they hadn’t been together, Jimmy was still in love with Leaper and the decision to break up had been something he had accepted and granted, just to make her happy. Kermit, on the other hand, had a tenuous relationship with his sister in law; he certainly didn’t hate her, but he couldn’t exactly said he liked her either and that was something that had gnawed at him for years. Kermit, like his mother, always liked to look for the best in people and not the worst and the elder frog had wracked his brain for years trying to come up with positive traits for Leaper and they were few and far between. The biggest descent between them was Robin – both Kermit and Jimmy had wanted the best for the young frog and that meant letting him choose what his heart wanted; Leaper also wanted the best for her son, that was never in doubt, however she was more concerned about the fact that her son was spending more and more time away from his actual parents in Leland and spending more and more time in Hollywood with his uncle and some pig who may or may not have been his uncle’s girlfriend or mistress.

    Leaper wasn’t one for the lifestyle of Hollywood and certainly not one for the lifestyle that Kermit was leading and the lifestyle that she was sure Jimmy wanted. There was resentment, bitterness probably, a lot of hurt feelings and angry words had been exchanged from everyone involved; Piggy and Leaper hated each other and it was one of the main reasons that Piggy usually didn’t accompany Kermit when he did go back home, despite the fact that the others loved her. Piggy usually never made a point to hold her tongue, but for harmony, she kept her thoughts to herself least Leaper come at her with the accusation that she had no right to assume the thoughts of a mother when she wasn’t one.

    That last time hadn’t been good.

    But as much as there was harshness between them, the power couple had never and would never wish harm her and they certainly had never wanted her death and maybe that was the issue bothering Kermit; his relationship with his former sister in law was non-existent, thanks to the break between her and his brother, and the only thing that held Leaper to the family was Robin and Jimmy’s never ending love. Kermit didn’t know what the relationship was between Leaper and the rest of the family, but Jimmy had once told him that she didn’t think she was really welcomed into the family, despite never having an indication that she was an issue.

    Despite any issues that may have been, that may have lingered over time, it was too late to rectify them; Leaper was gone and she wasn’t coming back.

    And it seemed to be leaving a feeling of incompleteness.


    The sun was just going down when Kermit and Piggy drove up towards the small little home that sat nestled within the tall grass of the Leland country side. In many cases when Kermit visited home, he could sometimes get a ride from the airport if people knew he was coming; in this case, Piggy not only rented a car, but drove the route from Jackson to Leland, giving Kermit the extra time to continue to fidget or sleep. The diva was used to international traveling by plane, so these long flights coast to coast didn’t bother her as much as the long flights from the states to Europe, so while she was wide awake for the hour, Kermit was starting to fade, heaviness on his mind weighting him down more than normal.

    Piggy always enjoyed going to Kermit’s home in Leland; despite their numerous arguments and picking at each other, the two actually did a number of things in common. While Kermit was more down home country than she was, Piggy was a small town county girl from Iowa, who also had stars in her eyes for the big, bright lights of Hollywood; they had both been talented at an early age, dreams of stardom nestled in their hearts and minds.

    There was a down home feel to being in Leland, especially when at The Frogs, where everyone was always welcomed. From day one, Kermit’s family had welcomed the diva, the bear, the dog, and some of the others whenever they visited or when Kermit’s parents were able to come out; Piggy was especially grateful that the elder frogs saw her as the romantic interest for their son and were happy when the two had reconciled. Even in this difficult time, there was still the sounds of children playing outside, the joyful laughter of Kermit’s nieces and nephews playing outside; those that were too young to understand what was going on and why the older frogs were so upset.

    One such niece was that of Darla Jean, part namesake of the oldest of Kermit’s sisters and that of their mother. She was the youngest of Jean’s children, just turning a precocious three years old earlier that year. Kermit and the others would never admit that they had favorites among their siblings or children or relatives, but if Robin was Kermit’s favorite nephew, Darla Jean was his favorite niece; watching their interactions convinced Piggy that, should they ever have a daughter, she would very much be the apple of Kermit’s eye, the proverbial daddy’s girl. Darla Jean immediately spotted her uncle from afar and was in the middle of running towards him as soon as they got out of the car.

    “Unca ‘Mit!”

    Kermit caught her right as she jumped and hugged her tightly, probably tighter than he normally would have. “Hey sweetheart,” he whispered. “How are you?”

    “Fine!” she exclaimed, smiling at her favorite uncle before turning her gaze towards the pig that accompanied him. As far as Darla Jean was concerned, Piggy was her favorite aunt; she was always so nice and played with her, even when her siblings didn’t want to and she was her most supportive of critics when it came to her art projects, cooing and marveling over the varied aspects of interpretation of what the little tadpole thought of the world. “Piggy! You play me?”

    “Of course,” the diva replied, ruffling the girl’s hair and causing her to giggle.

    “Down! Down, Mit.”

    Kermit let the girl drop to the ground, where she immediately grabbed the hands of both adults and started to lead them towards her grandparents’ house. “Piggy, I drew’d a picture!”

    “You did?” Piggy asked. “What did you draw?”

    “A pony!" the girl exclaimed. "I drew’d it for Robin! He’s sad.”

    “That was very nice of you, Darla J,” Kermit replied, smiling down at the girl. “Is he in the house with Gramps?”

    “Nooooo,” she said, drawing at the ‘o’ as only a three year old could. “He’s in his spots.”

    Like his uncle, Robin often found himself seeking out solace in a quiet place in the swamp, in order to gather his thoughts and contemplate what his next move would be. While this had never been an issue before, as Robin usually came back after an hour or two, no one – other than Kermit – knew where this particular spot was. “Mit, you know…Robin at?”

    “I do.”

    “Can I go?”

    Kermit sighed, knowing that the last thing his nephew wanted was to have his three year old cousin bother him, or else he wouldn’t have taken off in the first place. “Not this time, darlin’. Robin’s…”

    “Robin’s having a very bad day,” Piggy took over. “But Uncle Mit knows where Robin is and will bring him back. So until then, you and I can play.”

    That of course got the little frog excited. “We have tea?”

    “We can definitely have tea,” the pig replied. “It’s been a very long time since we had tea, hasn’t it?”


    “And we can draw, because everyone knows girls make the best artists.”

    “Bestest!” echoed the little girl. “Huh, Unca Mit?”

    “Sure are.”

    The carefree conversation enabled them to reach the home of James and Jane Frog, a quaint three bedroom home that had been redesigned and rebuilt as more and more of their children moved out; the first renovation had been thanks to Kermit, part of the first born brood of children, who was able to do something that he had always wanted and that was take care of the two people he loved more than the whole universe. His work on Sesame Street, his direction with The Muppets with both their show and their movies, had given him the finances to get his family anything they wanted and he had wanted to get his parents the house they deserved to be in.

    It was still a relatively small home, which was what the elder frogs wanted, seeing as they weren’t taking care of small children full time any more. The thought of just having two bedrooms had been discussed, but they still had children that lived in the area and it wasn’t unheard of for some of their grandchildren to stop by and spend the night, as long as their parents knew where they were; that was why they had three bedrooms. It also worked out well when said children and their spouses came to stay and may have been at odds with each other. That was certainly the case whenever Kermit and Piggy had come to stay; while they tried to keep their normal arguments under a certain level of decorum, they had certainly utilized the two separate rooms to keep away from each other, least they get to the point of murder.

    It was a balmy night in the county, so the door to the kitchen was wide open, with just the screen holding the heat at bay, while trying to get some cooler air into the house. Kermit sent his young niece off to find her older siblings, who would need to take her home in order to put her to bed, while he and Piggy quickly looked inside to see what was going on. The lights were on and it was clear that food was being made, if the smells coming through were any indication, and there was a lone figure sitting quietly at the table; Kermit would’ve recognized the coloring of his little brother anywhere.

    Opening the door confirmed what he knew, as the figure turned to see who the intruder is, sagging in relief when he saw it was his hero walking through.


    “Hey Jimmy,” the oldest whispered, his hand gripping his brother’s shoulder in comfort. In response, Jimmy patted the hand on his shoulder, the weight of the world suddenly not as bad as before, not when his big brother and girlfriend were there.

    “So glad you’re here,” the younger frog whispered, glancing at the diva that stood next to his brother. “You’re both here. Mit, I don’t know where Robin is.”

    “Don’t worry, Jimmy,” Kermit said, patting his brother on the shoulder. “I’ll find him. I have a pretty good idea where he's at.”

    It was clear Jimmy was in a bit of shock and that was causing him to be nervous and paranoid when it came to his only son; in any other case, he wouldn’t have thought anything of Robin going out by himself. It was something many of them did, especially in this stage when they were reaching maturity, to go off by themselves in order to think, but in this case not knowing where the boy was was causing extra stress for Jimmy. The sound of people in the kitchen brought forth James, who smiled at the reunion of his two boys.

    “Wondered what was going on out here.”

    “Hey Daddy.”

    James walked over to his oldest and clapped him on the upper arm. “How are you, son?”

    “I’m good,” the frog nodded, looking back to his brother. “Dad, I’m gonna go and find Robin before it gets dark. I mean, I’m sure he can find his way back, but…”

    “Go and bring him home,” James said, patting him again, a sure sign that he wanted Kermit to head out now, least Robin be caught out after dark. It wasn’t as if the younger frogs couldn’t find their way home in the dark, but James hadn’t seen his grandson all day and that was troubling in itself.

    Kermit nodded to his father and brother, while giving Piggy a quick smile to let her know he was okay, for the moment at least. Turning, Kermit headed out of the house and towards the spot he was positive his nephew would be.

    “And how you doing, Sassy?”

    James had liked Piggy almost immediately upon meeting her, liking her spirit, her determination, and the way she liked to speak her mind when asked and even when she wasn’t asked. She was a strong willed woman, who didn’t take any guff from anyone, including his son; most had probably thought a nice frog like Kermit shouldn’t have been with such a strong personality, but James was under the impression that she was exactly what his oldest needed. With too much of his father’s temperament in him, Kermit needed someone who would stand up to him when needed and wouldn’t just let him get his way when he wanted.

    Just as James had been impressed with the pig on meeting, Piggy had been equally gleeful at meeting both Kermit’s parents. She had actually been more than a little surprised at just how much Kermit looked like his father, just as she had been startled at how much Robin bore some of his uncle’s personality. It had been a statement of just how much of James she could see in her boyfriend – same coloring notwithstanding, Kermit had the same smile his father did and the same personality traits; Kermit’s very strong patience came from his mother, but when pushed to the edge too far, that arm waving, loud yelling, and short fuse was all James.

    The first time she had ever seen James Frog get upset was when he had given some of his boys a good talking to. Though he was an elder frog, James still carried himself like the young frog he had been and he gave off the same type of importance and strength Piggy could clearly see as though the days had been turned back; his voice, deeper than Kermit’s, still resounded and was loud enough to get the point across that he had not been happy with his sons at the moment. So used to years of hitting those same buttons on Kermit’s short list, the image of James yelling at the boys had easily been replaced by Kermit yelling at them for some infraction.

    Smiling at the nickname he had given her, she replied, “I’m good, under the circumstances.”

    James gave her a sad smile, knowing exactly what she meant. “Well,” he said, patting her on the arm. “Important thing is we’re all here and family needs to be together right now.” At that, Jimmy made an audible groan, causing Piggy to grip his shoulder in concern. “Give it a few minutes, Jimmy,” James continued. “Kermit will be back with your boy in no time.”


    Robin sat on the log and peered out into the dark Mississippi night; he’d been sitting there for several hours now, not that he had noticed. Things seemed to stand still after he had fled from his home that morning, inconsolable after speaking to his honorary aunt. He couldn’t remember the conversation they’d had, only that he had desperately needed his uncle there, to help him get over the pain he was feeling. It wasn’t to say that the young frog couldn’t talk to his parents or any of his cousins or even his grandparents, but Robin had always felt the closest to Kermit and when things got really bad, it was his uncle he turned to in his times of need.

    And it was his uncle he needed now.

    And it was his uncle that found him.

    It hadn’t taken Kermit long to find his nephew, instinctively knowing where the young frog would be and easily spotting him through the dark. Dressed in a red sweatshirt and jeans, the young frog was hunched over, arms hugging his knees and his head resting on his arms; the sight reminded Kermit of how small Robin used to be and how he wasn’t as small anymore. While he hadn’t seen his nephew in a few months, the times he did Kermit was always surprised at how much the frog was growing up. No longer the small little tadpole who used to hug him around the knees, the last time he had seen the teen, Robin was nearly the same height and it looked as though he would eventually be taller than his uncle one day.

    Not wanting to startle the teen, Kermit made sure his footsteps made noise, but not so much that he was clomping through the swamp. It didn’t matter though, as Robin didn’t make a move to see who had disturbed his quiet time, his only movement was that of turning his head in order to settle it better. Seeing his uncle out of the corner of his eye however, the teen lifted his head as the elder frog sat down.

    “You came.”

    “Of course, I did,” Kermit whispered, putting an arm around his nephew. “I’ll always come when you call.”

    Proving he still had tears within, Robin didn’t stop the tears that came, burying his head in his uncle’s shoulder, the same way he had done when he was a small child and he been afraid of the things to come and what he didn’t understand. He didn’t have his mother anymore, but he still had his uncle and for the moment, that was all he needed.

    Little did he know, he would lose his father in a matter of days.
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  16. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Aw, idn't she cute folks?

    Maybe it's your fic and the question of researching the naming of Kermit's mom as Jane versus Jean, and now the introduction of Darla Jean as Kermit's niece, that probably influenced the nice dream I had about a character named Bunny Jean.

    This entire fic is wonderful. It brings back such emotions and memories of when we went through the same thing, losing a parent more than twenty years ago. I applaud your excellence in storytelling here.

    Wait, Robin will lose his father too? You evil Gina. *Wicked smile at her embracing of the Dark side.
    Hope to read more next week.
  17. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Yeah, I seriously didn't want to give up the name cause I liked it. And, if you couldn't tell, she is of course based off of the Muppet that I watched way back two years ago.

    Bunny Jean?? That is cute :D

    Aw, thanks a lot. I really am using this series as a more 'serious' Muppet piece, obviously. The last two films, while very Muppet-esque, are kinda heavy when you think about it. I mean, the group splits and Kermit's in a position to lose everyone - including his girl - after just getting them back? Heavy.

    And....I can't say what will happen to Jimmy, but I did mention his fate in 5 Ball. Obviously, you can think of this as the prelude to that fic, even though it's technically not in the same series universe. And you KNOW I always embrace the dark side; they have cookies.

    So while there's shock and comfort going on Southbound and down, back in Hollywood proper, Scooter now has the task of telling the others what's happening. Stay tuned, you may get a double feature!
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  18. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yep, the image I have/keep of Bunny Jean is as a cute hottie, cause as I've said elsewheres I have perfect sight when immersed in my subconscious sleep realm. It was just one of those nice dreams I occasionally get, though other times it's dreams that I want to have ended but they don't and I wake up in the middle of the night to log on to forget about it. Sorry for the mini-rambling rant.

    I'm looking forward to what Scooter has to deal with what with Zany, Zany's sister, Cheesy, and that sandwich.
    And you're rully doing a good job with the Frogs down in Leland. Keep it coming, we've got plenty of teddy bears from Toga's bin for these heart-stabbing fics.
  19. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Running behind, of course. Have to get some stuff done before work tomorrow, so here's you half chap for the night. This section - Scooter has to announce what's going on to the rest of hte guys; next section - a little bit about Jimmy, Leaper, and the final straw.


    Chapter III

    Monday morning

    Scooter Grosse was not unfamiliar with the inner workings of the business world. He was a child of business, growing up in the shadow of his uncle, his path had pretty much been set out for him to pursue that career, even if he hadn’t wanted to. It was what the Grosse family did - his uncle had a head for business and from what he was told, so did his father, his uncle’s brother; when JP Grosse died, all that managed and maintained went to Scooter and it had scared him to death with the vast knowledge and responsibility that he would need to take over.

    If anyone had told a teenaged Scooter that he would one day not only approach, but appreciate the business side of things, he would’ve said you were crazy and would’ve walked away. A lot of things had happened since he had been a teen – the death of his uncle, the sudden break of the Muppets, the split of the power couple, and the entrance into Google’s inner offices had changed a lot of things about Scooter; after the break, he turned into Andrew Grosse – youngest intern at the time for Google, an up and comer in the tech world, a feat very few Muppets – if any – had ever achieved. If not for their getting back together, Scooter probably would have continued his tech climb, probably reaching the same heights his uncle had within the technological business world.

    There were very few times in which Scooter had to be Andrew, usually when giving some sort of presentation to their stock holders or other business managers; today however, the red head was trying to decide if being Andrew Grosse was better for his current situation. Today was Monday and on most Mondays, they held the weekly meeting, in which a few of them discussed aspects of the last show, went over some business stats, and contemplated what the next move would be. These were usually short meetings, as only about seven of them showed up on a weekly basis, and at most, they were there for an hour, unless they got sidetracked and went off on tangents.

    Today however, Scooter would need to tell the others that the power couple was gone and would be gone for a time, which severely put them in a bind, especially when they had a show coming up within the week. This should have been a day off for the group, but Scooter felt it was his duty as second in command to least notify the others about their leaders being gone; he knew the others would support him and stand behind him, but there was always the tinge of fear that Scooter wouldn’t be able to measure up or worse, everyone thought him still the glorified gofer and not the assistant and manager that Kermit has ascended him to.

    But he made a promise and it was a promise he was planning on keeping. As soon as they had left Piggy’s dressing room, Scooter was on the phone, calling the other four and asking them to meet him tomorrow for a quick announcement. He hoped they weren’t upset about having to come in, knowing it must be important for them to need to come in after being told they had it off; as expected, there was some grumbling – Gonzo complained that Camilla had her heart set on having breakfast with him (or rather, Gonzo stated that Camilla wanted to have him for breakfast, which caused Scooter to block the image from his mind) and Dr. Teeth said that his sleep would be sorely missed.

    The Monday meetings were normally held on the studio lot, in an area they affectionately called office row, as it held a good majority of the offices for the group in the area. The offices were also the start of the studio tour, before groups were led towards the Muppet Theater where they could be treated to a special show, depending on the day and time; the offices were hardly used during their show run as most of their equipment was within the theater, however when production for a movie began, the offices were used as a quick way to go over the scripts, set design, arguments, and make ups if the rumors were correct (they were). Their meetings were usually held in one of the larger offices within the production building that sat just slightly behind the other offices, in a room that held a rectangular table ironically known as ‘The Muppet Round Table’, with a large icon that announced the nickname in an equally colorful way.

    Monday meetings normally started around eight in the morning, with most if not all, of the normal suspects hanging around the closed door or inside waiting for the start. Scooter was usually one of the first, but today he was the last to arrive, something that was surprising to the others, who were already seated around their customary positions at the table. On the left, stuntman Gonzo the Great and comedian Fozzie Bear, while musicians Dr. Teeth and Rowlf the Dog sat on the right; Scooter’s usual position was to the right of Fozzie, taking his place near the head and to the left of Kermit, who usually sat at the head of the table.

    Piggy normally sat to his right, just across from Scooter.

    “Hey guys,” he stumbled, entering the room and quickly closing the door behind him.

    From the start, before he had even entered the room, the other four knew something was wrong. Scooter was hardly ever late, nor did they ever have meetings with Kermit at least. Add to the fact that Scooter was without his normal laptop bag and the fact that he halted at Kermit’s chair, as though he meant to sit in it and thought better of it, taking his normal seat instead.

    “Where’re the big bosses?” asked Teeth, pointing towards the absence of the group’s power couple.

    “They aren’t coming,” Scooter began, running a hand over his face. He had tried coming up with a good way of explaining everything, but hadn’t come up with anything other than, ‘the bosses are gone and will be for a while’. He still wasn’t sure why they had gone, other than it involved Robin somehow and there had been a death in the family. Scooter wouldn’t state he was a nosey person by any means, but he had always been highly in tuned with the power couple, wanting to make sure their relationship stayed solid as rock, if only to avoid the heartache he had experienced when they split. And not knowing was driving him to distraction.

    “We can’t have a meeting without Kermit and Piggy,” Fozzie stated. “That’s just…unheard of.”

    Not knowing what exactly he was going to say, Scooter’s train of thought was broken by his phone going off. So distracted on what he had planned, he had forgotten to put his phone on vibrate, like he normally did, so the strains of a pop song managed to startle everyone in the room. Quickly recognizing who was calling, Scooter immediately grabbed and answered his phone. “Hey,” he answered, sitting up straighter in his seat. “Yeah, the guys are sitting right here. Well, I haven’t…oh no. Is he okay? I mean…yeah. Yeah, I got it. Okay.” Hanging up, the redhead sighed, before turning to look at the others.

    “Okay,” he began. “Listen you guys, Kermit and Piggy left yesterday for Mississippi, which is where they are right now.”

    That triggered alarm bells. Everyone knew Kermit’s family lived in Mississippi and for him to suddenly head out without telling anyone was troubling.

    “Why’re they in Mississippi?” asked Rowlf.

    The moment of truth was here, yet Scooter still found it hard to make the announcement. “There…there was a death in the family.”

    Just as Scooter’s mind had immediately drifted to their former co-star, it was clear in the eyes of the others that they all were thinking the same thing. “It’s not Robin,” Scooter answered, quickly, watching as relief was visible for everyone.

    “So he’s okay?” Fozzie asked.

    There was a slight hesitation before Scooter answered, not sure how to actually answer. “He’s…” he started. “Physically fine. Physically, Robin is fine.” Another hesitation and Scooter whispered, “It was his mom. Robin’s mom…that’s the…” He trailed off, but the finish of the sentence was clear; Robin’s mother was the death that had occurred and it made complete sense that Kermit would head out as quickly as he could.

    “Poor kid,” Gonzo whispered. “Anything we can do?”

    “Yeah,” the redhead said. “Cover the show in case they aren’t back. We have a week, but…”

    “No worries, my redhead compadre,” Dr. Teeth said. “I, of the melodious Mayhem, offer my and the band’s support.”

    “Thanks, Doc,” the manager sighed. “That’s perfect, in fact, the Mayhem’s cleared for a musical act. That takes care of at least one act. I know the penguins were pestering Kermit about an act, I can check to see what they want…”

    “The two of us can sit down and see what we go before the show,” Rowlf suggested.

    “Depending on what they got,” Gonzo began. “Put the penguins on first. Then we can segway to an actual show.”

    “Right,” Scooter nodded. “At least we have an idea and I’d rather that than nothing at all.”

    “At least we’re not flying blind,” Fozzie commented, chuckling slightly.

    “It’s not that bad,” Gonzo said. “Didn’t even hurt the first time.”

    From there, the conversation flowed like it normally would, from joking about Gonzo’s failed blind flying experiment that nearly killed him to that of Fozzie’s new routine that he was looking forward to trying out. It of course did nothing to minimize the worry the quintet still held in regards to their leader and their youngest cast member; supporting Scooter was easy, just as it was to be worried about Kermit and Piggy and Robin and the whole Frog family. The hardest part was trying to continue doing what they normally did, while three of their own were gone.


    “Hey, the frog around?”

    Fozzie was able to be patient and calm for about thirty minutes after the morning meeting before he had immediately dialed Kermit on his cell phone. Twice. Not getting an answer had of course alarmed the comic, who had instantly called his comrade in arms, Gonzo, to see what could have happened to their best friend. Gonzo had spent about ten minutes calming the bear down, used to having Fozzie get into a tithers about things he couldn’t control, especially when it came to the people he cared about. Assuring the comic that he would get a hold of Kermit, Gonzo actually did the opposite and got a hold of Piggy instead. Knowing that the diva always kept an ear out for her phone, he called her up, hoping that Kermit would be in the general vicinity. She answered on the second ring, with her usual, “Talk to me.”

    “Hey,” he began in greeting. “The frog around?”

    “Just left,” Piggy replied, leaning against the small dresser that sat within the room she was sharing with said frog. “Why?”

    “The bear just tried calling him.”

    Gonzo could hear rummaging in the background before he could almost literally her the sounds of Piggy huffing and rolling her eyes. “He left his phone in his bag, of course,” she stated. “I will have him call Fozzie when he gets back, least the bear has a heart attack if he doesn’t.”

    “Where’s Kermit off to?”

    “Jane sent them on an errand in order to keep Jimmy occupied.”

    “How’s he doing?” Gonzo asked. "Jimmy, I mean."

    “Not good,” she whispered. “He’s devastated, you’d have to be blind not to see it.”

    “And Robin?”

    “That I haven’t been able to tell,” she said. “But he’s a lot quieter than he normally would be.”

    Piggy had only seen the teenager when Kermit had brought him back, nearly thirty minutes after the elder frog had gone out to find him in the first place. The atmosphere seemed to have changed almost immediately when the two frogs walked in, Robin still visibly shaken from his earlier discovery; almost no words were exchanged, just quiet nods and long hugs passing through between Piggy and the teen, as well as the teen and his grandmother. Ironically, the most tension seemed to be between Jimmy and his only son, as neither seemed to acknowledge each other and they were both standoffish as well.

    Knowing that all four of their guests were tired from the stresses of the day or just traveling, Jane suggested they all just go to bed. It had been Kermit’s suggestion that the four split into the two bedrooms that were empty – Jimmy and Robin in one, with him and Piggy in the other; it was a testament of just how much Kermit had on his mind that he wasn’t the least bit shy at the prospect of sharing a room with Piggy while in his parents’ house. But Kermit’s restlessness had followed him off the plane, into the house, and into the bedroom, where she had found him standing by the window and looking out of it.

    A depressive pall had come over the house that was usually so full of life and fun.

    “How’re you?”

    Piggy sighed, thinking about the night before. “As well as to be expected,” she said. “Things alright there?”

    “So far, so good,” Gonzo replied. “Boy wonder’s got it under control and we got his back. We should be good to go.”

    “Gonzo, listen,” she said, quickly closing the bedroom door and walking away from it. “I need you guys to come up with at least two weeks’ worth of shows.”

    “Two weeks?” the weirdo asked.

    “Memorial for Leaper will be later in the week,” she began. “But I know Kermit’s not going to leave Jimmy and Robin like this and I’m not leaving without Kermit.”

    Gonzo nodded, though he knew Piggy couldn’t see him. “Don’t worry, Princess,” he said. “We got it, we’ll take care of it. You take care of the frog and we’ll take care of the show.”

    “Thank you, Gonzo. You’re a life saver.”

    “I should’ve recorded that.”
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  20. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Oookay... At least now the main Muppet gang knows about Kermit's whereabouts and they'll have to plan some shows on their own. The good thing is that Scooter is in control to rein in their creative freedoms a little. If you're going to do an indoor running of the bulls Gonzo, you should rully do it right, with a track pen so they don't run roughshot on the entire theater like a running gag.

    Love what's taking place in the swamps and how you described Kermit's parents' home. Also... I feel that there's a connection between Darla Jean and Robin that mirrors The Santa Clause 2. Darla, as the younger cousin/sibling, with her innocent wisdom is able to get through to Robin, the older family member, in his moment of anger/sadness/frustration similar to that scene when Lucy talks to Charlie when he's outside shoveling snow out of the driveway.

    Thanks for this, have a good day. *Leaves some choc chip brownies.

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