Here is what I think will be the final story in my "Rowlf" trilogy. I may write for Rowlf in the future, but we'll just have to wait and see. I had originally planned for part of this plotline to have been in "The Tie That Binds" but then that story took on a life of it's own, so I felt the need to continue the story as planned, so like I said, here's part three! Chapter One: The stars were shining brightly over the candlelit table. The air was crisp and cool, the sign of a beautiful Fall evening. The patio had been cleared out except for this one special table. Rowlf couldn’t have planned it better if he’d been Casanova. This was no ordinary evening. This evening, over a romantic candlelight dinner Rowlf was going to hang up his flea collar on the single life. He was ready to settle down and wanted to do so with someone very special to him, Wanda the Cat. He and Wanda had certainly had their ups and downs over the past few months. She was a childhood friend of his that he rediscovered on a journey to find his roots. There were sparks between them so he invited her to Hensonville where she joined the cast of the Muppets. While there certainly were sparks between them, it took them awhile to figure out what they wanted out of a relationship with each other. Rowlf had been the more hesitant one. Just when he figured out what he wanted a family crisis called him back home to Minnesota. His brother had been diagnosed with cancer and Rowlf was the only suitable donor to give him a bone marrow transplant. Rowlf convinced Wanda to come out and be with him and it was a good thing he did. There ended up being complications from the surgery on his end, not his brother's. It was then that he discovered that he truly loved Wanda and he saw how much she loved him. She didn’t leave his bedside and helped nurse him back to health. When they arrived home they agreed to take things slowly, letting themselves and everyone else get used to them as a couple. But now, Rowlf was certain. He was not letting her go and he was ready to make this type of commitment to her. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous as could be. “Ah! Mr. The Dog, everything is ready for you in the kitchen, I prepared the meals specifically to your liking,” said Antonio, the owner of Antonio’s Italian Restaraunte which was not far from Hensonville in a little city called Deanstown. “Thank you so much,” said Rowlf. “Your waiter this evening is Mark and he’ll take good care of you,” said Antonio and headed back to the kitchen. Rowlf started to pace. Kermit was going to bring Wanda to the restaurant so Rowlf could get everything set up. Kermit was also the only one who knew what was going on. Rowlf knew if all the others had any idea they would spill the beans and ruin everything. As for Wanda, all she was being told is that Rowlf had a special surprise for her and that she should dress up. Rowlf sat down at the table and checked his watch. 6:58. Wanda would be there in two more minutes. He smiled when he thought of how far they’d come. He couldn’t wait to see what she was wearing either even though he always thought she was beautiful. Five minutes passed by. Ten minutes passed by. This was not a good sign. “Kermit said this plan was flawless, what happened?” wondered Rowlf. “Excuse me sir, you have a phone call,” said Mark the waiter. “Yeah, I saw that coming,” said Rowlf and headed over to the phone. “Hello?” said Rowlf. “Rowlf, we’ve got a problem. Fozzie’s car kind of exploded on our way out of the parking lot,” said Kermit. “BOOM!” came another explosion over the line. “Was that Harry?” asked Rowlf. “Of course,” said Kermit. “How did the car explode?” asked Rowlf. “Well, it may have involved Gonzo, some chili powder and an old pair of shoes,” said Kermit. Rowlf groaned. “So, now what?” asked Rowlf. “Well, everyone wanted to know where Wanda and I were going because of course the incident called everyone’s attention to the fact that we were leaving,” said Kermit. “What did you say?” asked Rowlf. “That you and Wanda were hosting a PBS telethon and you had already gone down to be the musical guest,” said Kermit. “Nice covering,” said Rowlf. “Yeah, I’ve had practice. Anyway, um, the bad news is there’s really no way for me to get her there without everyone learning the truth and I’ve got no way to come and get you either,” said Kermit. “It’s all right man, I’ll catch a bus heading back to Hensonville. I’ll probably be there in 20 minutes,” said Rowlf. “Sorry Rowlf,” said Kermit. “It’s not your fault. We’ll just have to move to plan B. I should’ve expected this would happen,” chuckled Rowlf and hung up the phone. He had plenty of time to make this happen, there was no reason to worry. He’d regroup with Kermit when he got home and they’d rework their plans. “Life is good,” thought Rowlf as he stepped on to the bus.