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Chasing Robin

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Jul 4, 2005.

  1. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Would Have Been a Perfect Trip with commentary

    commentary Originally I had Kermit talking with Ms. Rowling backstage towards the end of the show, with nothing having gone wrong yet and her asking him where Robin was. But then I realized that would mean the frog scouts got captured, escaped, and made it back to the ranger station in less than half an hour, and that didn't seem possible at all. So, we started in the middle of the day. end commentary

    Kermit strolled along the sidewalk, chatting with the guest star. He knew there was still a lot to be done at the theater before that night’s show, and he was glad to have some time to talk with her before everything got hectic.

    “You know, Ms. Rowling, it’s really a shame that Robin won’t be here,” he said. “He was really looking forward to meeting you.”

    “Oh, is he back at the swamp?” J. K. Rowling asked.

    commentary What's kind of sad is that since I'm not into Harry Potter and don't own any of the books, I ended up searching online for the correct spelling of J. K. Rowling's last name. What's kind of funny is that now that I'm typing her name in the commentary, I keep wanting to add an 'f' after the 'rowl' because I'm so used to typing 'Rowlf'. end commentary

    “No, actually, he’s with his Frog Scout troop. They’re camping up in Colorado for the week,” Kermit explained. “But we just love to read your books together...”


    Meanwhile in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, the frog scouts were proudly wearing their uniforms, on the way to the campsite where they were going to pitch their tents.

    “This way, scouts!” Miss Appleby said.

    The young scouts grumbled amongst themselves. They had hiked several miles already, they were tired, their feet hurt, their gear was heavy, and they still had two miles ahead of them. And that was assuming they didn’t get lost for a third time under Miss Appleby’s navigation.

    commentary Heh, that was a semi-reference to the camping trip I went on last summer. We divided into three groups for a backpacking trip, and one group got lost twice on the way to the campsite, and then a third time on the way back. They ended up hiking thirty miles in two days. So that's sort of how I imagined the frog scouts about now, except that they've showered recently and it's the middle of the day instead of the middle of the night. end commentary

    Robin was in the lead, and he knew his troop needed a good morale lift.

    “I can’t wait to get to the campsite,” he said. “We’re going to have so much fun this week! Right, guys?” He turned to look back at the frogs behind him.

    Suddenly the ground fell from beneath them. They dropped several feet to the hard-packed dirt. Then everything went black.

    commentary Ah! Robin! Oh wait, I wrote this, why am I reacting? Actually I was pretty nervous about this part when I posted it. By that time I had read it out loud to my mom and my cousin, and neither one of them reacted. At all. I was thinking, hello, they just fell through a hole in the ground! Everything went black! The least you could do is gasp. But no, they just gave me a funny look like, yeah? and? So thank you very much to everyone who actually reacted to this. end commentary

    Robin awoke to find himself on a concrete floor, surrounded by his fellow scouts and Miss Appleby, without their gear. They were locked in some sort of jail cell, inside a cold concrete building, with an open door just a few feet away on the opposite side of the cell bars. He looked carefully at the cell door, noticed something, and smiled. The key was still in the lock.

    commentary Don't you love it when the bad guys make mistakes? It makes life so much easier. end commentary

    He quickly woke up the rest of the troop. Then he reached through the bars, grabbed the key, and turned it, releasing the lock. He pushed the cell door open, and they all bolted for the outdoors.

    commentary That would be a very difficult sequence to film. Brian Henson mentions in the commentary for Muppet Christmas Carol that it took a lot of takes to show Kermit locking the door. This would be Robin unlocking the door, which is similar, except that now he's reaching around from behind the lock. That would take some doing. end commentary

    “HEY!” a man shouted.

    They heard heavy footsteps running behind them. The frogs ran as fast as they could, afraid to look back. The man chased them all through the woods at frightening speeds.

    commentary That flows much better than how I first wrote it. I was trying to describe everything the footsteps chased them through, and it just felt cluttered. end commentary

    Robin tripped over a loose stone and fell to the ground as the frog scouts raced past him. He started to get up and noticed a gigantic butterfly net coming down on top of him. He hopped quickly out of the way, and the net fell on bare ground. The man lifted it and took aim on Robin’s new position. He hopped just out of the way, and the net fell, lifted, aimed...

    The young frog dodged the net repeatedly, hopping to where ever he could to get out of the way. The man with the net chased him a long way through the forest before they broke into a clearing of tall grasses. Seeing the opportunity, Robin leapt with all of his might into the middle of the clearing and held perfectly still. Blend in, he thought. Blend in.

    He heard the man’s footsteps trudging through the grass. He’s looking for me, Robin thought. Don’t find me, please, don’t find me.

    commentary Trudging. I like that word. Oh, and you notice we have no idea what this man looks like yet? That's because Robin doesn't know, either. All Robin knows is there's a man with a giant butterfly net. So that's all we know, too. end commentary

    The footsteps were coming closer, stopping, coming closer, and stopping again. There was a pair of boots right next to him now. Robin slowly looked up. The man was wearing black jeans and a blue button-down denim shirt. He held the net at his waist, looking straight out, examining the grass. Don’t see me, Robin thought. Don’t look down.

    commentary So now we know what this guy is wearing, but we don't really know what he looks like. I didn't even realize that until I was trying to write the last chapter. So I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you what he looks like, but considering we've gone through the whole story and no one has complained, I think you all have some image of him in your heads that I don't particularly care to disturb. end commentary

    The man sighed. “Papa is definitely not going to like this,” he said, and he walked away.

    commentary Now this line was actually very hard for me to write. See in Destination: Home, Gina refered to her father as "Dad." In Muppets Take Manhattan, Jenny refers to her dad as "Pop." Now because I'm so crazy, I wanted Junior to call his father something other than "Dad" or "Pop." However the only other thing I could think of was "Papa," and Papa just so happens to be my ninety-two year old grandfather. So it was a little awkward to describe the villain as "Papa," but I'm crazy like that, so... end commentary

    When the footsteps had died away completely, Robin poked his head up from the grass.

    commentary Isn't that a cute picture, Robin's head poking up in a bunch of tall grass? I think it's cute. Not in these circumstances, of course, but cute. end commentary

    Now he had another problem. Where was he, and where was the rest of the troop?

    Meanwhile, the other scouts had found their way back to the trail. Miss Appleby took a headcount. “Where’s Robin?” she asked.

    The frogs looked around nervously.

    “He must have gotten caught!” one of them said. “We have to go and save him!”

    “No, David,” Miss Appleby said sternly. “It’s too dangerous. What we have to do is report this to the ranger station.” And she led them back up the trail.


    Back at the theater, Kermit stood out in front of the curtain.

    “Well folks, it’s time to bring this show to an end. But first, let’s give a warm thank you to our fantastic guest star, Ms. J. K. Rowling!”

    commentary Yes, now that I know how to spell her name, let's give her a round of applause. Actually at first I couldn't figure out who the guest star would be, because I wanted it to be someone who would ask where Robin was. I considered Robin Williams, but he's kind of impossible to write for. So I picked J. K. Rowling, and ended up not having her ask about Robin anyway. That's life, I guess. end commentary

    Ms. Rowling stepped through the curtain to thunderous applause.

    “You know Kermit, I had a great time here tonight,” she said. “It was really wonderful to meet all of you.”

    Kermit looked surprised. “All of us? Even Crazy Harry?”

    commentary The creative process behind this statement: Hm, J. K. Rowling writes Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Crazy Harry... ok. end commentary

    She laughed. “Even Crazy Harry. He adds a whole new meaning to having a blast,” she said.

    “Did some one say ‘blast’?” Crazy Harry appeared behind them holding a stick of dynamite.

    commentary You can't tell me you didn't see that coming. Well I mean you could, but I don't think I would believe you. end commentary

    They laughed.

    “We’ll see you next time on The Muppet Show!” Kermit shouted.


    They laughed their way off the stage.

    A while later, Kermit was talking to Scooter.

    “The show was just great tonight, boss!” the go-fer said energectically.

    “Yeah, it’s kind of surprising,” Kermit said. “No cancellations, no set or costume problems, no complaints from anybody...”

    “Yeah, all we had was those three explosions.”

    “Four. One more during the goodnight,” Kermit corrected him.

    “Right. But not even big explosions.”

    “Yeah. Something almost doesn’t feel right about it.”

    commentary Now keep in mind I wrote this not long after reading something about how people love the Muppets because they try so hard and everything comes out wrong. So here's Kermit, working off his little froggy behind to get everything right, and it actually works. Of course it's going to feel weird. This is a bit of irony for us- everything's going swell at the theater, because they have no idea that Robin is in deep trouble. end commentary

    They chuckled.

    “Well, boss, I’m gonna head for home,” Scooter said.

    Kermit nodded. “Right. Looks like just about everybody’s gone now. Props all put away?”

    “Yup. We’re all set for next week.”

    “Good. I’ll see you later, Scooter.”

    “Okay. Have a good night, boss!” the go-fer waved as he walked away.

    “You too, Scooter,” Kermit said. Then he sat down at his desk and sighed. The show had gone well. Now if only the paper work would do the same. He picked up his pencil and began to work, enjoying the silence. He was the only one in the theater now. Even Statler and Waldorf had left.

    commentary Yes, they left, and they left for good. You will notice that they do not talk at all for the entire length of this story. That's called me messing up. end commentary

    There was complete and utter silence. The only sound was the scratching of Kermit’s pencil on his paper.

    Ring ring.

    Kermit dropped his pencil, startled.

    Ring ring.

    He picked up the telephone receiver. “Hello, Muppet Theater,” he said.

    “Uh, yes, is this Mr. Kermit the Frog?” A man’s voice came across the wires.


    “Sir, this is Dan Jacobs, head ranger here at Rocky Mountain National Park. I understand your nephew, Robin Frog, was here with his frog scout troop?”

    commentary Dan Jacobs. I think Dan was the name of one of the ranger's who came to that group's rescue, the one I told you about who got lost three times? I'm pretty sure one of the ranger's name was Dan. Don't ask where Jacobs comes from, because I honestly don't know. end commentary

    Kermit felt his muscles tense. Something was wrong. “That’s right,” he said.

    “Sir, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you...”
  2. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Know Your Enemy with commentary

    Robin stumbled out onto the trail and looked around, trying to get his bearings. He noticed something to his left, and walked towards it. Sure enough, it was a hole in the trail. He inspected it as he approached. It was definitely man made. It was seven feet long and the exact width of the trail. On one side, there was what looked like a rope ladder hanging down into it. But before Robin could examine it, he heard two sets of footsteps approaching. Frightened, he hid beneath the leaf of a large plant on the side of the trail.

    “Here’s where we caught ‘em,” a voice said. Robin peeked out from under the leaf. It was the same man he had seen before, but now there was someone else, too. An older man, leaning heavily on his cane, dressed all in white with a white hat.

    commentary Ah, yes, a sign of another mistake. I meant for Junior and Doc to be dressed similarly, but when I wrote the description of Junior's clothes, I couldn't remember how Doc dressed in The Muppet Movie. I wanted to be accurate, so when I got to Doc's clothes, I actually looked it up and found that my guess with Junior's clothes was way off. Well, it worked out, anyway... sort of. end commentary

    “And they all got away?” he said.

    “They all got away. They must have picked the lock or something,” the first man said.

    commentary Actually, at this point Junior knew that he had left the key in the lock, but there was no way he wanted to tell his Papa that. end commentary

    “I’m sorry, Papa...”

    “Stop apologizing, Junior!” the old man bellowed. “You remember what I taught you about apologizing?”

    “Yes, Papa,” Junior said. “Only fools and wimps apologize.”

    commentary I think I heard that before somewhere, but I don't really know. Oh well. end commentary

    “Are you a fool?”

    “No, Papa.”

    “Are you a wimp?”

    “No, Papa.”

    “Then don’t apologize.”

    “Yes, Papa.”

    “Good. Now, their gear is still in the trap?”


    “Then let’s go get the truck and load it up.”

    They started to walk away. Robin felt himself let out a sigh of relief at not being found. The he heard the old man’s voice, moving farther away, saying, “I bet that little one is still around. Keep your eyes open and we’ll catch him. See if he can do any tricks for us.”

    “And if he can’t?” Junior asked.

    “Then we’ll kill him,” the old man said.

    commentary That's awful gruesome. But then again, this is the same guy who hired a frog killer, so it kind of fits. Now he just kills the frogs himself, I guess, or at least he tries to. He's not too successful, though. end commentary

    Robin held back a scream. Kill him? What for? He waited until he was certain the men were gone. Then he crept out to the edge of the trap hole. He grabbed hold of the rope ladder and carefully lowered himself down into the hole. He didn’t know how long it would take for the men to get the truck, but he knew he had to act quickly. He found his pack of gear, opened it up, and took out the tent he had been assigned to carry. Then he found Miss Appleby’s pack, opened it, and began to rummage through it until he found the supply of food he had been looking for. He put the food in his pack, the tent in hers, and closed them both. Then he swung his pack onto his back and pulled himself up the rope ladder.

    commentary What a smart frog. He takes out the extra weight of the tent, thus making room for food. Only trouble is now he doesn't have anywhere to sleep. end commentary

    “Hopefully they won’t notice a missing pack,” he said. Then he looked around. “If I take the trail, I’ll know where I am, and maybe I can find the troop. But on the other hand, if I take the trail, those men will know where I am, too.” As he weighed his choices in his mind, he heard the rumbling of an approaching truck. He quickly hopped to the side of the trail and ducked down behind a log. He was about to make a run for it, but he stopped himself.

    Know your enemy, he thought. So he peeked over the log to get a good look.

    commentary Hm, I wonder where I got the title for this chapter? end commentary

    The truck had stopped just behind the trap. Junior was down in the hole, grabbing the packs and throwing them up on the ground, while his father leaned on his cane and watched. Robin looked past them and read the words printed on the side of the black pick-up truck.

    commentary You notice that I don't tell you what he saw. I'm leaving it as a surprise, so we find out when Kermit finds out. That way we have our reaction, then continue reading, and compare our own reaction to Kermit's right away. We don't have to think about it, so it feels more like we're standing there with Kermit, sharing the shock. end commentary

    He fell back behind the log, holding back a scream. Don’t panic, he thought to himself, don’t panic. What ever you do, do not panic. He carefully reached into his pack and pulled out his map and compass. There’s only one thing to do, he thought. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the men weren’t looking, examined the map, checked his compass, and quietly slipped away through the woods.


    Kermit hung up the phone, shaking. The ranger’s words circled through his mind. An accident... trap... locked up... Robin missing... dangerous...

    commentary I had to rework this part. When I originally wrote it, Robin called the theater, where Kermit still was, by himself. So at this point, Kermit was originally flipping through the yellow pages trying to find an airline that was going to Colorado. But that threw things off, so he went home. ...wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all just go home when things didn't make sense? end commentary

    He looked blankly at the papers on his desk and pushed them aside to reveal a single blue piece of paper taped to the top of the desk. It was the phone tree used to alert the entire cast of any important news.

    He picked up the phone and dialed quickly.

    “Hello, Scooter? It’s Kermit... Get everyone to the boarding house... now... it’s urgent... No, I’m still at the theater... right... see you there.” He hung up, checked the phone tree again, and raced out the door.

    commentary Apparently one of the benefits of being the unofficial leader of the Muppets is that you only have to call one person on the phone tree. Actually, when he said "right," he was agreeing to having Scooter call the other people he was supposed to call. And that's about all I know about the phone tree, except that The Swedish Chef, Crazy Harry, Beauregard, and the penguins don't have to call anybody. end commentary


    The forest ended abruptly and Robin found himself on the side of a road. He followed the road for about half a mile into a small town.

    This is great, he thought. Look at all these shops and restaurants. There’s gotta be somebody here who will let me use a phone. Maybe in there. He headed for a shop called “Odds and Ends,” but he froze when he saw the parking lot.

    commentary I love coming up with random names for random places. Odds and Ends, for example. I've never heard of a place called Odds and Ends, but it sounds sort of like a dollar store or something, don't you think so? end commentary

    A black pick up truck, with the frog scout packs in the back, writing on the side, Junior getting out of the driver side, and the old man opening the passenger door. Junior looked up and saw the young frog. “THERE!” he shouted, leaping back into the truck and driving towards him.

    Robin turned and ran as fast as he could. He dodged around a corner, ducked behind a green trashcan, and leaned back on it.

    commentary The color of the trash can is shear coincidence, by the way. It's just that the kind of trash can I was imagining, I've only seen in green. end commentary

    He watched as the truck drove right past him. He smiled a little as he gasped for air. When he finally caught his breath, he looked around and saw that he was in front of a small diner. Maybe someone there can help, he thought.

    It was a slow night at the Eat-Your-Fill Grill.

    commentary That's another name that was fun to think of. end commentary

    A woman sat behind the counter, reading, with no customers to serve. She heard the door open and looked up from her book. A young, tired-looking frog walked in with a pack full of camping supplies on his back. She smiled at him and stood up. “Can I help you?” she said.

    Robin hopped onto a stool at the counter. “Um...” he said hesitantly. Yes, she could help him. But he was afraid, and alone, and he didn’t really know what he needed.

    commentary That's a long way of saying he's in desperate need of a hug. end commentary

    “Could I maybe use your phone, please?”

    “Of course,” the woman said, pushing the white desk phone over to him.

    “Thank you,” he said. He picked up the receiver, and paused, not quite sure what to do. Then he dialed the first number he thought of.
  3. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ok...confession...whenever you say Junior I think of....a certain large, and, sqwushy..um..Gorg..forgive me...
  4. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Just got home and read the end of the story. Haven't read the commentaries and extras yet, I hope to get around to them soon. Anyway, another great finish to another great story Lisa! What's next?
  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Beauregard: It's okay, for a while I was getting so confused. Because it was already set in my head: Papa is my ninety-two year old grandfather, Doc is a guy with a dog named Sprocket, and Junior is a Gorg. I had to re-program myself.

    Beth: What's next? Um... good question. Once all the extras here are done, um... I really don't know. I mean I'd like to write another story, but I don't have one in my head, and once I'm done with extras it'll be getting fairly close to a week of camp and then school... so we'll see, I guess. Anyways, glad you enjoyed Chasing Robin!
  6. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Pardon? with commentary

    The Muppet Boarding House was overflowing with chaos. Only a few of them actually lived there anymore. But all of them were there now, and none of them really knew why.

    commentary Now if you'll recall, in "Destination: Home" I only had Kermit, Miss Piggy, Fozzie, Gonzo, Camilla, Robin, and the Electric Mayhem living at the house. I pictured the same group living there now. It's just been easier for me as a writer that way. But don't get used to it, because that might change. end commentary

    The front door suddenly flew open as Kermit burst in. “Everybody in the kitchen!” he shouted.

    Once they reached the kitchen, the Muppets all began to swarm him.

    commentary Now this was fun to write. I don't know who said what exactly, but I do have some ideas. end commentary

    “Kermit, where have you been?”

    commentary That's Fozzie, he's been following Kermit since he walked in the door. He's been worried. end commentary

    “Yo, Kerm, what it this?”

    commentary That's Clifford. Kind of funny, when I started writing "Destination: Home" I didn't really like Clifford, but this story kind of changed my opinion of him. Interesting. end commentary

    “Why did you have Scooter call us?”

    “Kermit, why are we all here?”

    “Kermie? What’s going on?”

    commentary Miss Piggy, of course. I find it amusing how a lot of the characters have their own names for Kermit. end commentary

    “Look Kermin there had better be a good reason for this, hokay. I was in a Jacuzzi with a very nice looking lady...”

    commentary Pepe. He's another character that I didn't always like, and have started liking since I started writing. end commentary

    “Kermit, I’ve got everybody here.”

    commentary Scooter. He's kind of confusing, sometimes he calls Kermit "boss" and sometimes he calls Kermit "Kermit." That sounds weird. end commentary

    “Kermit, have you been at the theater this whole time?”

    commentary That's Gonzo. I guess I had more of these planned than I thought. end commentary

    “Hey Kermit, what’s goin’ down?”

    commentary Floyd Pepper. The hippest of the hip. He has a room for life at the home for the chronically groovy. Makes you wonder what he's doing at the boarding house. end commentary

    “Is this gonna take awhile, Kermit? Because I’m supposed to sing at a party in an hour.”

    commentary Johnny Fiama. I'm not too comfortable writing for him yet, so he stays pretty quiet for most of the story. end commentary

    “Nobody messes with Johnny Fiama’s schedule!”

    commentary Sal. He goes hand in hand with Johnny, so I'm not too comfortable writing for him, either. Yet. end commentary


    commentary Animal. Enough said. end commentary

    “Why is everyone here, Kermit?”

    “Kermit, why’d you have us all come here?”

    “Kermit, it is very un-American to have us all come here and not tell us why.”

    commentary That's Sam. He's kind of fun to write for. end commentary

    “What are we doing here, Kermit?”

    “Kermit, what the heck is-"

    QUIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEET!!!” Kermit shouted.

    “And I said, look, fella, if I wanna go to the beach without my clothes on, it’s my business, and I-“ Janice realized everyone was staring at her. “Oh.”

    commentary You've gotta love Janice. I mean isn't she awesome? Just a random point of irony, her nudism comments came towards the end of The Great Muppet Caper and Muppets Take Manhattan. But somehow they've come at the beginning of both of my stories. end commentary

    They turned to Kermit.

    “You all know that Robin is in Colorado with Frog Scouts,” he began.

    They groaned. “Did you bring us all here just for that?” Johnny Fiama said. They had been hearing all about Robin’s trip to Colorado for months.

    Kermit scrunched up his face. “Guys, listen.”

    They hushed their grumbling and settled into their usual seats around the table. “I just got a call from one of the rangers,” Kermit said. “Something went wrong.”

    They immediately snapped to attention. They could tell by the tone of his voice and his frazzled composure that this was big. That they needed to be worried.

    commentary They JUST noticed that he's falling apart? That's the Muppets for you... end commentary

    “They were walking along the trail and they fell into some sort of trap. The next thing they knew, they were locked up, in a cell or something. They got out, but they were being chased by some one. And Robin...” Kermit could feel himself beginning to falter. He sat down in his chair. “Robin got separated. They don’t know where he is, if he got caught, if the man is still chasing him, or what the man wants with him.”

    The Muppets stared at Kermit, not quite sure what to think. They knew to be worried, but beyond that they were lost. And when they were lost, there was only one thing to do. Ask Kermit.

    commentary They have a very convenient strategy. They don't really have to make big decisions, they can just turn to the frog. That's why they start having problems when he's either not around or just as lost as they are. Well no, that's not really when they START having problems, but their problems definately get worse. end commentary

    “So what are we going to do?” Clifford asked, trying not to sound hopeless.

    Rowlf sat up. “What a silly question,” he said. “We go out and look for him!” He turned to Kermit. “Right?”

    commentary Yeah, Rowlf knows the drill. Of course he was sort of included in the "the muppets are lost" two paragraphs ago, but I guess a lightbulb went on or something. end commentary

    Kermit nodded. “Guys, we’re going to Colorado.”

    He pulled some road maps out of nowhere and immediately started to lay out a plan.

    commentary Don't you just love how Muppets have this magic ability to pull things out of nowhere? It's so wonderful. end commentary

    “Now. We’re here,” he pointed, “Robin was last seen somewhere over here. Our best bet is to split up. So Dr. Teeth, you and the Electric Mayhem-“

    Ring ring.

    They jumped. Kermit ran to the phone. “Hello?”

    “Uncle Kermit?” a tiny voice said.

    commentary Okay, so when I was writing, that's the line that kept getting me choked up. Just, "Uncle Kermit?" and there was a lump in my throat. I'm not quite sure why, but it did. end commentary

    “ROBIN!” Kermit shouted. The other Muppets were instantly surrounding him, anxious. “Robin, where are you? Are you okay? What happened?”

    “I... I don’t... know...” Robin was starting to cry.

    Kermit calmed himself down so as not to alarm his nephew. “Robin. Take a deep breath,” he said. “Are you alright?”

    The young frog was sniffling at the other end. “Yeah. I... I think so.”

    Kermit nodded to himself. “Good,” he said. “Now, do you know where you are?”

    “Um... hang on, lemme check.” The next words were fainter, almost indistinguishable. He wasn’t talking into the phone anymore. “Um... excuse me... Miss? ...Where am I?”

    Kermit looked around at the waiting Muppets. “He’s checking,” he explained.

    “Uncle Kermit? I’m at a place called Eat-Your-Fill Grill in Grand Lake, Colorado.”

    commentary There is such a place as Grand Lake, Colorado, have I mentioned that yet? I flipped open the encylopedia to a map of Colorado and said, "Hm, what's nice and close to Rocky Mountain National Park? Oh look at that, Grand Lake. That works." And if you're wondering why he's in Rocky Mountain National Park instead of some other campground, it's because I've actually been there. Several years ago now, but I was there, and I liked it. end commentary

    “Grand Lake, Colorado,” Kermit repeated. “Alright, now listen to me, Robin,” he said. “I want you to stay there until someone comes for you. I’m going to call the ranger station and-“

    “But Uncle Kermit?” Robin interrupted. “I- I don’t know if I can stay here very long. I’m scared. I think he’s following me, Uncle Kermit, and I-“

    “Who’s following you, Robin?” Kermit asked, trying not to panic as the Muppets around him stared at him anxiously.

    commentary Now this is one of those slip ups that happens when you change the basic format of how you're writing. I wrote that line when I was still going to have Kermit get this phone call at the theater, and then come home and tell everything to everyone else. So he's trying not to panic, but he already knew there was a possibility that Robin was being followed. But hearing it from his nephew is different, I guess, because it does still seem to work. end commentary


    Kermit froze. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. He started shaking, and his knees were beginning to give. He reached out his hand for whatever he could reach. Fozzie grabbed the hand. “What? Who is it?” the bear asked.

    No. No, surely he had heard his nephew wrong. He gathered his voice and forced himself to speak. “Who?” he barely managed to whisper. The other Muppets looked around, concerned.

    “Hopper,” Robin said. “That’s what it said on the truck- Doc Hopper and Son’s French Fried Frog Leg Restaurant chain.”

    Kermit felt himself falling backwards into Fozzie’s arms.

    “And Uncle Kermit? I- I heard them talking, and they said...” Robin was crying now. “They said that if they caught me, they were going to kill me, Uncle Kermit. I heard them! They said it!”

    Kermit didn’t realize that he was squeezing Fozzie’s fur with one hand while his other hand clutched the phone. He felt sick. But he had to be strong. He had to be strong for Robin. He cleared his throat. “You do what you have to do, Robin,” he said quietly. “In the meantime... I’m coming. I’m coming to get you, Robin.” His voice was growing stronger, and his mind was racing. He looked around him quickly. “You know Miss Piggy’s cell phone number, right?”

    commentary Now you'll notice that I only reference to Miss Piggy having a cell phone. That's because she's the only one I've ever seen using an actual "functioning" cell phone. Pepe had a toy one in MWoO, and Gonzo's nose was one, but that doesn't quite count. Now I'm sure some of the other muppets have cell phones as well, but I've never seen proof of it. end commentary

    “Yeah,” Robin said.

    “Good. Whenever you can, you call that number, and you tell me where you are. Okay?”

    “Okay,” Robin said.

    “And Robin?” Kermit said.

    “Yes, Uncle Kermit?”

    “I love you.”

    “I love you, too, Uncle Kermit.”

    commentary Here's another part where I just kept getting choked up when I was writing it. I mean, isn't it so sweet? end commentary

    “It will be alright, Robin.”

    “Yeah...” Robin didn’t sound convinced. “Well... Goodbye, Uncle Kermit.”

    “ ‘Bye for now, Robin.” Kermit waited to hear a click on the other end before hanging up. He was shaking again.

    commentary Notice how he's emphasizing "for now." Because when Robin said goodbye, it was in sort of a "I don't know if I'll ever see you again" kind of way. So Kermit is trying to assure him that they will, in fact, be together again. Wait, "Together Again?" Why is he assuring Robin that they will be me? Oh wait... never mind. end commentary

    “Kermit?” Fozzie said, looking worriedly at his friend. “Who’s following Robin?”

    Kermit turned and looked the bear in the eyes. He swallowed. “Hopper,” he said quietly.

    Almost everyone gasped sharply. The room filled with murmurs. The majority of them were immediately horrified. But a few of them were confused.

    “Who?” Sal asked.

    commentary Alright, the explanation. See when I was reading the beginning of this story to my mom and my cousin, I found out that neither of them have ever seen The Muppet Movie. I had to explain what it was about. Now I figured I wouldn't have that problem with most people on the forum, but it got me thinking: what about all these new guys who weren't around for The Muppet Movie? Have they even heard about Doc Hopper? So I decided to do some explaining. end commentary

    “Doc Hopper,” Scooter said, shuddering slightly at the name.

    “He tried to get Kermit to do some... advertising... a while back,” Dr. Teeth said.

    Kermit walked to his seat at the table, a dazed look in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, letting the others explain some of their history. The others took their seats as well.

    commentary Now I sort of imagined this as like opening old battle wounds for Kermit. My grandfather never wanted to talk about his experience in World War II. It left a scar on him, and I don't mean the shrapnel in his back. I thought it might be the same with Kermit: he's had the experience, but it's a painful memory, and he doesn't like to talk about, which is why the new muppets have no idea what's going on. But now Robin is going through it, and he has to reopen those wounds to save his nephew. end commentary

    “Advertising for what?” Clifford asked.

    Rowlf took a deep breath. “Doc Hopper’s French Fried Frog Leg Restaurant chain,” he said.

    “Really tried to force him into it,” Floyd said.

    “Yeah, he chased Kermit across the country,” Fozzie said.

    “Almost killed him!” Gonzo said.

    “Rully. But then like, Kermit rully told him off, you know? Like, fer surely,” Janice said.

    Miss Piggy smiled a little and took Kermit by the hand. “Kermie was very brave,” she said.

    Kermit looked around the table and took a deep breath. “If Hopper catches Robin... he’ll kill him. Robin heard him say so.”

    They sat in a stunned silence. Gonzo pushed the road maps towards Kermit.

    commentary Now this wasn't actually intentional, but doesn't "stunned silence" sound like my reaction to fanfic sometimes? end commentary

    “Tell us the plan,” he said.

    commentary I love that line. It feels so powerful and just, "we're with you all the way, now lead us." Except that it's very concise, which I think gives it even more power. This is the kind of line that I love to end chapters with. end commentary
  7. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    No, I haven't forgotten about this commentary-ing, I've just been working on the next story. So I'll go eat and come back and crank out some more commentary. Sound good?
  8. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    What sounds bettter is a preveiw of your next story....
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Yes, but first I would have to figure out what the story is about. I mean, I've written three chapters and I still don't even know the gender of the villain. It's a little frustrating. So I will eventually post a preview... I think... but first let me figure out what exactly we would be previewing.
  10. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ri-ght. Sounds promising!
  11. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    The Plan with commentary

    “Hopper is a very dangerous man,” Kermit said. “He’s threatening to kill Robin, he tried to kill us before, and he’s likely to try to kill us now. So if anyone wants to stay here, now’s the time to say it.”

    commentary Now this ended up sounding an awful lot like Kermit's line in The Great Muppet Caper- "We are about to embark on a very dangerous mission. There could be physical violence, there could be gun play, and somebody might even get killed. So if anyone wants out, now's the time to say it." And of course, the muppets' reaction is very similar as well. end commentary

    There was a tiny moment of silence. Then murmurs began to roll down the table.

    Johnny turned to Sal. “Sal, I’m not so sure about this guy,” he said quietly.

    “Like, do we rully wanna deal with this guy again?” Janice said to Floyd.

    “I don’t want to risk my life, hokay,” Pepe said.

    commentary I reall wanted to reference the "I'm so gosh darn sexy it hurts" line from Muppets Wizard of Oz here, but it didn't seem to flow, so I saved that for later. end commentary

    “Yeah, this Hopper guy ain’t my cup a’ tea,” Rizzo said.

    Now everyone was talking their way out of it.

    “Somebody’s gotta take care of the theater,” Scooter said.

    “I don’t like galloping across the country at the spur of the moment,” Pops said.

    “Kermie? I’m not sure about this,” Miss Piggy said.

    Kermit looked around, almost panicking. “Um, guys?” he said. They quieted down. “I’m going. My nephew is in trouble, and I am NOT letting Hopper get him. I’ll go alone if I have to. But I’m going.”

    “I’m coming with,” Fozzie said immediately.

    “Me too,” Gonzo said.

    “I’m with you all the way,” Rowlf said.

    “You can count on me,” Bunsen said.

    commentary Like I said, the Muppets have a very similar reaction to the one they had in The Great Muppet Caper. In fact, this is exactly what Bunsen says in the movie. end commentary

    “I’m in,” Sweetums said.

    commentary Of course he's in. Robin is his buddy. But Sweetums is another one of those characters I'm not too comfortable writing for yet, so he stays fairly quiet. end commentary

    “I’m here for ya’, Kermit,” Floyd said.

    “Fer surely,” Janice said.

    “COME WITH! COME WITH!” Animal shouted.

    “Yeah,” Zoot mumbled.

    “You’ve got the whole band behind you, Kermit,” Dr. Teeth said.

    “You know what, Kermit?” Johnny said. “You’re doing this for family... we’ll do it. Right, Sal?”

    Sal snapped to attention. “Right, Johnny! We’re coming with!”

    “Well don’t think you’re leaving me behind,” Clifford said.

    “Si, I will come as well,” Pepe said.

    Rizzo looked around. “Alright, I’ll come, too!” he said, not sounding at all pleased about it.

    commentary Peer pressure. I love that part. end commentary

    Pepe glared at him. “Copycat.”

    commentary Notice: Rizzo agrees to go right after Pepe does, so Pepe calls him a copycat. However Pepe himself is a copycat, since as of now he is only the second to last to agree to help. end commentary

    Kermit nodded, looking around at his friends. “I knew I could count on all of you,” he said. “Now. Robin is going to call Miss Piggy’s cell phone and-“ he stopped and turned to Miss Piggy. “Um, Piggy, are you coming, too?”

    commentary Yeah, he's been volunteering Miss Piggy's cell phone, and he doesn't even know if she's coming with yet. How very wise of him. end commentary

    She shifted in her chair, uneasy. She remembered Hopper, and she was afraid. “Well, Kermie... um...”

    Kermit frowned. It was very clear to him that she was letting him down. He held out his open hand and spoke very quietly. “Well, then, give me your cell phone.”

    commentary I've got shivers! This part always gives me shivers. Why do I keep writing stuff that gives me shivers? It makes it so hard to hold the pen... end commentary

    Miss Piggy looked into his eyes, heard the sadness in his voice, and knew what she had to do. She took her cell phone out, placed it in his hand, and said, “I’m coming.”

    Kermit nodded. “Good.” He turned to the rest of the table. “So Robin is going to call Miss Piggy’s cell phone whenever he can to say where he is. Dr. Teeth, I want you and the band to take the bus. Bunsen and Beaker, I want you to take Sweetums in your car. Johnny and Sal, you take Clifford and Pepe in your convertible. The rest of us will take the Cadillac. We’ll each take a slightly different route, and adjust our destinations to where ever Robin is. I want you each to call every day and find out where Robin is.”

    They all nodded and gathered around the maps. They were ready to follow Kermit’s lead as they jumped into action.

    commentary Yes, ready, willing and somewhat able to follow their not so fearless leader into the great unknown. Yeah, they'll find Robin in no time, right? Because they're so prepared to... um... no. end commentary


    Robin finished the last bite of his sandwich and took a final swallow of his milk. It had been a very fulfilling meal, both physically and emotionally. It had been prepared in exactly the way he liked, and peppered with friendly conversation from the woman behind the counter. He pushed the empty plate away from him. “Thank you very much, Cheryl,” he said. “I feel bad that I can’t pay you.”

    commentary Cheryl! Cheryl Henson! You see I had so many cameos in Destination: Home that I was thinking, meh, let's not do cameos this time around. But then I thought, where's the fun in that? So here's Cheryl. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I have no idea what kind of sandwich Robin was eating. end commentary

    She smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” she said as she started to clear away the plate. “I’m just glad I have something to do for a change.” She picked up a rag to wipe down the counter and glanced out the window. She froze. “You should go,” she said.

    Robin turned and looked out into the parking lot. He grabbed his pack.

    “Go out the back,” Cheryl said, pointing the way.

    commentary I love having him run without really saying why. Just, "Look, he's running!" Why is he running? Oh, I think there's a bad guy coming. Let's go look and see! end commentary

    He raced out as fast as he could. No sooner had he closed the back door behind him than the front door opened and Doc and Junior Hopper walked in.

    commentary Ah ha, I was right! We have here the villains in all their villanous glory, being... um... villains. end commentary

    “Have you seen a frog?” Doc asked.

    “Oh, I’ve seen lots of frogs,” Cheryl said, and she quickly launched into a long, detailed description of the annual frog race she attended each fall.

    commentary My cousin and aunt used to go to annual frog races. There's many a picture of my cousin kissing a frog. None of them ever turned into a prince, though. What a pity. end commentary

    Robin rushed down the back alley, searching. He had to get away, and he knew his little frog legs weren’t quite fast enough. Something caught his eye. He went over to inspect it.

    A black skateboard was leaning up against a building. It could work. It was better than nothing. But then, he couldn’t just take it. That wouldn’t be fair.

    commentary Aw, little froggy with a concious! He's running for his life and he's still too much of a sweetheart to steal. Oh, let's all give him a hug! end commentary

    He reached into his pack and felt around carefully, pulling something out.

    It was a small wooden box. Robin went through the carefully packed contents in his mind. A bar of chocolate, a deck of cards, a travel-size game of Chinese checkers, an empty journal, a brand-new book... yes, it could pass as a fair trade.

    commentary So, how the heck did I come up with this seemingly random list of items? I took a look around my room. I have everything on that list in my room, except for the bar of chocolate. But chocolate's good, how could he not pack chocolate? end commentary

    He opened the box and removed one thing- a picture of him and Uncle Kermit, sitting together on a chair, an open book in front of them. He put the picture carefully in his pack, set the box on the ground, got on the skateboard, and rolled away.

    commentary Ah, yes, the picture. This is the same picture that was on the shelf with all the other family pictures in Muppets From Space. end commentary


    Kermit held the framed picture in his hands. It was him and his little nephew Robin, sitting together in a chair, an open book in front of them.

    commentary Hey, speaking of the shelf with family pictures, guess where Kermit is standing? end commentary

    He stared at it sadly, worrying as he carried it to the stairs and began to climb up them. He stopped and sat down, halfway down the stairs.

    commentary Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit... some one hand me a tissue. Actually I wanted Robin to end up sitting halfway down the stairs at some point to stop and catch his breath from running away, but it never really happened. end commentary

    This was more than he could take. He needed to save Robin. That was all he could think. He needed to save Robin.

    He felt a furry hand on his shoulder and turned to see Fozzie, waiting, supporting, sharing the burden, giving his friend the strength he needed.

    “Kermit?” he said. “We’re ready.”

    Kermit nodded. They walked down the stairs together and stopped at the table, where Kermit’s suitcase was waiting. Kermit opened it, put the picture inside, closed it, turned to Fozzie and said, “Let’s go.”

    commentary Ok, here come the cars. Many thanks to my cousin for helping me figure out what kind of car Muppet Labs should have, as well as the latest car Fozzie's uncle left to him. end commentary

    Outside, a line of four vehicles was waiting. In the front there was a shiny, off-white 1959 Cadillac. Behind it was the Electric Mayhem bus, with it’s own absurd paint job. Next, an old orange Volkswagen Beetle, with dozens upon dozens of extra gadgets that Bunsen had added to the controls. Last in line was Johnny’s brand new, bright red convertible.

    commentary I knew all along that Johnny would have a brand new bright red convertible. I didn't know until I wrote that last sentence that it would get banged up to no end. end commentary

    As soon as they saw Kermit and Fozzie emerge from the house, the Muppets all started to load into their respective vehicles.

    Scooter stopped Kermit on the front stoop.

    “I can’t sit back and watch, Boss,” he said. “Tell me what I can do.”

    commentary This is just me settling a tiny little something that had been bothering me. Scooter vocalized that he wouldn't help, and didn't vocalize that he would. I kept thinking, no, Scooter would help. But I didn't have room for him on the road. So I left him at the theater with Sam, which led to a bit of humor. end commentary

    “You can be our home base,” Kermit said. “If the Ranger Station finds anything, they’ll probably call the theater. I’ll do the same. You can be our go-between.”

    commentary Then of course I realized I needed to make a joke out of the go-fer being the go-between. Actually, I wanted to make it a running gag, but it didn't come nearly as naturally as the deer. end commentary

    Scooter nodded. “Right. Good luck, Boss.”

    “Thanks, Scooter,” Kermit said. He and Fozzie stepped down onto the ground. Dusk had fallen, and the thick night air fully engulfed them. But there was no time to lose. Kermit checked with each driver one last time before he joined Fozzie, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Rowlf, and Rizzo in the Cadillac. They pulled away from the curb and drove off for Colorado.

    commentary Oh, funny story. When I was writing this, my uncle was reading over my shoulder. He was teasing me that I was writing a love letter, then he saw "Kermit" and asked why I was talking about Kermit in a love letter. Then he read that last paragraph and said it was one crazy love letter. Keep in mind this is the same uncle who asked me how my boyfriend was when I was five years old. end commentary


    Robin was tired. The skateboard was a lot for him to push. He tried to sit down as he went, and it worked surprisingly well. He wondered where he was heading. The hours passed, the towns faded, and the daylight slipped slowly away. Exhaustion started to take over. The young frog rolled to a stop on the side of the road and was almost instantly sound asleep.
  12. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Announcer:We Interrupt this program for something more interesting. What? Oh sorry, switched scripts in the middle there... We interrupt this program for a message from our sponsor. We have a sponsor?

    <screen fills with static for a moment. The static clears to show a talk show setting. Our host is a tall bald man with a huge nose. He is interviewing Kermit the Frog.>

    Magnus (host): I was doing this show for years, you know?

    Kermit: Uh huh.

    Mangus: And then they just went and changed my timeslot! You know who they gave my timeslot to? That sitcom, The Moppet Family! So I was settling into a new time slot, and they move me again for that "TKO" thing. They moved me for a bunch of looney thread killers that don't even know what they're doing and-

    Kermit: Uh, Mangus, I think we're on the air.

    Mangus: What? Oh! Hello and welcome back to the Magnus Tangent Show. I'm Magnus, here today with Kermit the Frog.

    Kermit: Hi ho!

    Magnus: So Kermit, how is everything down at the theater?

    Kermit: Well...

    Magnus: I know you've been putting on that weekly show, how's that going?

    Kermit: Well we had a couple bad nights last month, that hit us pretty hard. But you know, we've been getting a lot of really good audiences lately, and we should be able to recover.

    Magnus: Good to hear, good to hear. So do you have anything big coming up?

    Kermit: Oh, as a matter of fact we do. We're doing a big Summer special. It's called "Under the Weeping Willow," it'll be every night for the last week in July.

    Magnus: Oh, sounds good. Are tickets on sale now?

    Kermit: You can get tickets the night of the show you want to go to on a first-come-first-serve basis.

    Magnus: Well I will definately be there.

    Kermit: Oh good.

    Magnus: Now tell me, Kermit, I've heard rumors that the Muppet Theater has been having some security issues. Is that true?

    Kermit: <looking nervous> Uh, no, that- those are just rumors.

    Magnus: Really.

    Kermit: Uh, yeah.

    Magnus: So all that talk about some one breaking in and robbing the theater-

    Kermit: That's just tabloid reporters sticking their noses where they don't belong, yeah.

    Magnus: <angry> Are you making fun of my nose?!?

    Kermit: No, no, not at all, it was just an expression.

    Magnus: You were making fun of my nose!

    Kermit: Uh, no I wasn't. Not- not intentionally.

    Magnus: I don't believe this, Kermit, I have you come on the show, give you a chance to promote your show, and you make fun of my nose!

    Kermit: Look, I-

    Magnus: We'll talk about this, Kermit. Anyway, folks, for more information on Kermit, the muppets, and their show "Under the Weeping Willow," just read a new thread coming soon called "Summer in the Theater".

    Kermit: Only at Muppet Central!

    Magnus: Right!

    Announcer: We now return you to that other thing you were pretending to enjoy. And remember, if you want something more interesting than random commentary, just wait for this "Summer in the Theater" thread. Wait a second, we're advertising another thread? But won't we lose readers that way?

    <screen fills with static again>
  13. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Hehe! Cool! Sound swonderfull! Knowone "nose" quite what the plot is going to be, so it sounds fun!!!
  14. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Plot? What the heck is that? Why would you need to know it? Hmph. Crazy people, thinking I'll know the plot, just because I'm writing it... Anyways. Glad you like the looks of it, Beau.
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Hitting the Road with commentary

    commentary Alright, that's it! I heard from some guy in the media that people are getting BORED with this commentary! Hmph! Well, I will have you know that no one will get bored here! I'm bringing in some extra help. Sam! Get over here! end commentary

    Sam Where am I? end Sam

    commentary Oh, you're in cyber space. This is the internet, you're helping me give commentary on this fanfic I wrote. end commentary

    Sam Mm. But is it cultural? end Sam

    commentary Oh yeah, this is good old fashioned American ingenuity at it's finest! end commentary

    Sam Mm. end Sam

    Robin awoke before dawn to the honking of a loud horn. He peeked around his pack to see what was the matter.

    A deer dashed out of the road, narrowly missing getting hit by a semi-truck. The truck passed, and Robin took a good look at the deer. He smiled. It was a Muppet deer.

    The deer looked at Robin and smiled. “That was close,” he said. “My name’s Jeff. What’s yours? What brings you to Colorado? What’s in your pack? Where are you headed? Come on, don’t be shy.”

    commentary Jeff's really talkative. end commentary

    Sam How Un-American! end Sam

    commentary Oh don't be so critical, Sam. This character is very DEER to my heart. end commentary

    “My name’s Robin. I was here with Frog Scouts, but I got lost. My pack is full of camping supplies, and I’m heading for the Muppet Theater,” Robin said.

    “Hm... Muppet Theater... I’ve heard of that,” Jeff said. “And I’m guessing you could use a ride?”

    “Sure!” Robin said.

    Jeff leaned down so the frog could reach his antlers. “Climb on,” he said.

    Robin flung his pack on his back, grabbed an antler, and swung himself up. Jeff waited until he could feel that Robin was secure, and then he took off through the woods at full speed.


    The bright morning sunshine shimmered on the Cadillac’s paint as it rolled down the country road and pulled into a gas station. Kermit and Fozzie climbed out.

    commentary Let's take a direct shot at The Muppet Movie, shall we? end commentary

    Sam If you insist. end commentary

    “How do you keep getting such nice cars?” Kermit asked.

    “My uncle keeps leaving them to me when he hibernates,” Fozzie said.

    commentary Wasn't that fun? end commentary

    Sam No. end Sam

    “Well, where does he get them?” Kermit asked.

    “I don’t know. But we need gas,” Fozzie said.

    “Alright,” Kermit said. “I’ll go pay for it.” He headed for the gas station’s mini mart.

    “Oh, could you get me a coffee, too?” Fozzie called after him.

    Fozzie glanced inside the car as he reached for the gas pump. He wondered if his passengers knew they were in such a huddle.

    Gonzo’s head was on Miss Piggy’s shoulder. Miss Piggy’s head was on Gonzo’s head. Rowlf’s head was on Gonzo’s shoulder. Rizzo was snuggled into the crook of Rowlf’s elbow.

    Miss Piggy groggily lifted her head a little bit. She saw a blue hook out of the corner of her eye, and she started to drift back to sleep...

    Wait. A blue hook?

    She picked up her head and saw what she was sleeping on.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Gonzo screamed as he jumped up.

    “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” Rowlf shouted, jumping as well.

    “AAAAAAAAAH-OW!” Rizzo yelped as he was sent flying and smacked into the window.


    Meanwhile, Bunsen was examining the knobs and dials at the controls.

    “Oh, fiddle,” he said. “Beakie, do you remember which one of these is the radio?” He tapped on of the buttons.

    Sam Why isn't he looking at the road? How un-American! end Sam

    commentary Actually, Sam, less and less Americans actually watch where they're going on the road. end commentary

    Sam Shocking! end Sam

    “MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” Beaker flew through the air as his seat was ejected from the car.

    From his crunched up position in the back seat, Sweetums reached forward and turned a knob. The radio clicked on, playing crisp and clear.

    “Oh,” Bunsen said. “Thank you.”

    “MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” Beaker fell back into the car.

    “Oh, there you are, Beaker!” Bunsen said. “Where have you been?”

    “Mee mee mou moo!”


    Johnny Fiama stepped out of the pancake place.

    “That was some good breakfast, wasn’t it, Sal?” he said.

    “Yeah, Johnny. It was real good,” the monkey replied.

    They got to the car. “Oh, no!” Johnny said. “Sal, would you look at this? Somebody scratched my paint!”

    “Nobody scratches Johnny Fiama’s paint!” Sal said. “Don’t worry, Johnny, I’ll catch him!” he started to walk away.

    Clifford called to them, “Guys, we don’t have time for that. We got a frog to catch!” He turned to face the restaurant door. “Yo, shrimp, are you coming?”

    “Excuse me, ladies,” Pepe said to a group of disgusted looking girls. He headed towards the car. “I am not a shrimp, hokay! I am a KING PRAWN!”

    Sam Is this story going to get any morals at some point? end Sam

    commentary What do you mean? They're making major sacrifices to save Robin, I'd call that more than just morals! end commentary

    What about culture? Does it get any of that? end Sam

    What did I get myself in to? end commentary


    A woman in a black sedan glared at the brightly painted bus in front of her. As though the bus itself wasn’t offensive enough to the eyes with it’s absurd color and utter lack in aesthetic appeal, they were blaring their tasteless music far too loud. The drums were particularly obnoxious. Annoyed, she gave her horn a long blast and passed them.

    Sam This looks like a nice CULTURAL character. end Sam.

    Sure, if you ignore the fact that she's speeding and she judges the Electric Mayhem without even getting to know them. end commentary

    From his seat behind the wheel, Dr. Teeth just laughed as the sedan blew past them. A few minutes later, he saw her on the side of the road, getting a speeding ticket. Floyd noticed, too, and he waved to her as they passed. “Just another lady with her strings too tight,” he said.

    Animal stopped drumming and looked up slowly.

    “La-dy? WO-MAN?” he said.

    “Like, just play, Animal,” Janice said.

    “PLAY! PLAY!” Animal shouted, beating his drums once more.


    Junior listened to his father intently as he drove. He had heard this speech a thousand times before, but he wouldn’t dream of not listening.

    “...And it was all set to go, Junior,” Doc was saying, “everything was set up PERFECTLY. But that frog... that frog went and ruined everything.”

    Junior nodded. “That won’t happen this time, Papa,” he said. “This time nothing’s going to go wrong. That little one is all by himself. We’re gonna catch him, he’s gonna do those commercials, and we’re gonna be rich. Whether he likes it or not!”

    Doc smiled and patted Junior on the back. “That’s my boy,” he said. “That’s my boy.”


    The newsman took his seat in the Muppet Newsroom.

    “Here is a Muppet Newsflash!” he said. “It has been reported that Robin Frog, nephew of the famous Kermit the Frog, has disappeared! The young frog was last seen yesterday evening in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Since then, he has called his uncle from a near by diner. Robin Frog is believed to be in serious danger. If you have any information on this situation, please call the number on your screen. In other news, the crew of the Muppet Newsroom has decided to go on strike due to-“ he froze. “What?”

    He was suddenly being trampled by the entire newsroom crew. When they passed, he got up and took his seat again, cleared his throat and began to speak.

    “As I was saying-“

    But before he could finish his sentence, all the lights in the newsroom clicked off.

    Sam What was the point of that? end Sam

    Waste time and add comedy. end commentary

    That is not quality entertainment. end Sam.


    Jeff was tearing through the forest as fast as he could. The occasional low branch threatened to knock Robin from his antlers, but the young frog held tight as he told the deer his whole story.

    Sam Ugh, are we back to this deer? end Sam

    Yay, we're back to Jeff and Robin! end commentary

    “So lemme get this straight,” Jeff said. “This Hopper guy went after your uncle?”

    “That’s right, a long time ago,” Robin said.

    “And now he’s going after you,” Jeff said. “Does he know you two are related?”

    Robin thought about it. “No. I don’t think so. Not yet anyway.”

    “Not yet?” Jeff said. “What do you mean? Are you gonna tell him? How?”

    Robin sighed. “I don’t know,” he said.

    They reached a small clearing and Jeff slowed to a stop. He lowered his head so Robin could get off and said, “Okay, it’s lunch time!”

    Robin was grateful for the break. He hadn’t eaten anything since the night before. He climbed down from Jeff’s antlers, took his pack off, opened it, and pulled out Miss Appleby’s food. He was surprised at how little food she had packed. It was just enough for one meal. He knew he should ration it, but he didn’t know how long to ration it for, and he was so hungry... besides, there would always be bugs to eat...

    He ate all of the packed food while Jeff munched away at the grass.

    When he finished eating, Robin closed up his pack and noticed something on the ground. He picked it up.

    It was the picture. It had fallen out of his pack.

    He held it close to his chest before tucking it safely in the breast pocket of his uniform. He slung his pack onto his back as Jeff approached.

    “You ready to go?” Jeff said.

    “Yup,” Robin said. He climbed up onto Jeff’s antlers, and they bolted off.

    Sam Hmph! Well, after reading this chapter, I have come to the conclusion that this story is completely lacking in morals, culture, and any sort of QUALITY entertainment. end Sam

    Sam? Get out of here. end commentary
  16. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    A Rough Game with commentary

    commentary Ok guys. Sorry about Sam last chapter, I guess that wasn't the brightest idea. But hey, speaking of Sam, look who it is. end commentary

    Sam the American Eagle watched as it all fell apart. He knew it would be over soon. There was just one glimmer of a chance. But it was all a roll of the dice. It was time for him to take his turn.

    commentary Now the idea there was to freak everybody out that something's going wrong at the theater too. Everybody sufficiently freaked out? end commentary

    “Look at that, Sam,” Scooter said. “You landed on free parking!”

    commentary Now laugh at yourself for getting freaked out over a game of Monopoly. Ok, so it didn't quite work out as well as I had hoped it would, but I still like it. end commentary

    “Humph. Perhaps I can stay in the game for a little longer, then,” Sam huffed.

    “You’re not doing too badly, Sam,” Scooter said.

    “You own almost all of the board and you have several houses and hotels. How am I not doing too badly?” Sam asked.

    “Well, uh... well, you have all the railroads. That’s a big help,” Scooter offered.

    “It would be a bigger help if you would actually land on them,” Sam said as he took the orange $500 bill from the middle of the board. “I can’t believe that I’m playing such an UN-patriotic game.”

    Scooter shook his head. “How can it be un-patriotic? It was invented in the U. S. And besides, I offered to play The America Special Edition Monopoly, and you said no.”

    commentary That's actually what I was playing when I got the idea for them to play Monopoly. I was playing the America Special Edition and I thought, "Sam would be proud." Then someone landed on the Constitution and bought it and I thought, "Then again maybe not." So that's where this whole game came from. end commentary

    Sam glared at him. “THAT suggests purchasing the United States Constitution! The Constitution is sole property of the American people. How could ANYONE suggest buying it and still claim to be American?”

    “Sam, it’s a game,” Scooter said. “We’re just playing so we don’t get bored while I wait for someone to call.” He glanced at the phone on Kermit’s desk.

    “I should think that you could find your own entertainment,” Sam said, going into lecture mode. “After all, it is your OWN fault that you are here instead of actually helping to find young Robin. You were one of the first people to back out, and you were reluctant to join in helping again. How very un-American.”

    “I noticed you weren’t too eager to volunteer either, Sam,” he said. “You hardly said a word last night. At least I offered to help eventually.”

    commentary Now you know how I mentioned earlier that something didn't feel right about Scooter not helping? That's what I was trying to vocalize here. end commentary

    “This is your idea of helping?” Sam said. “Playing Monopoly?”

    “Waiting for the phone to ring so I can pass along a message,” Scooter said. “I’ve gone from go-fer to go-between. Go figure.”

    commentary Come on, you can't tell me you didn't see that coming. Go-fer to go-between. I couldn't resist. end commentary

    He looked at the phone once more with a sigh, as though that would somehow make it ring. “Just roll again, Sam. You got doubles. Do me a favor and land on Marvin Gardens.”

    commentary Why Marvin Gardens? Well, because it was the only property I could think of that comes after Free Parking that would actually make sense for Sam to land on. The only other ones I could remember were Park Place and Boardwalk. Of course I could have just gone downstairs and checked the board... end commentary


    It was evening when Jeff slowed to a stop. He didn’t lower his head, simply stood in silence, listening. Robin wondered if something was wrong. With the exception of their lunch break, the two had not stopped talking since they met that morning. And now Jeff had stopped mid-sentence. Robin decided not to interrupt the silence. It clearly had a purpose.

    “Robin?” Jeff said. “Listen carefully. You hear that... that sort of, we’ll call it a whooshing-hum? You hear that?”

    commentary I couldn't really come up with a better description of the sound a highway makes. Which is kind of sad, because I can always hear the highway from where I live. end commentary

    Robin listened. “It sounds like a highway,” he said.

    “It is a highway,” Jeff said. “It’s just on the other side of these trees. Denver is right across that highway. Now, from Denver, just about anything could happen. With any luck at all, you’ll be set well on your way to your Muppet Theater. But there’s one problem.”

    “What’s that?” Robin asked.

    “Well, to get to Denver, you have to cross the highway,” Jeff said. “I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a deer try to cross a highway, but it’s not a pretty sight. It’s an accident waiting to happen. And people can see a deer. I don’t think they’ll be able to see a little frog like you.”

    “So what are we going to do?” Robin asked.

    “What do you think we’re going to do?” Jeff said. “We’re going to risk it. So hold tight!”

    commentary Way to scare the pants off a frog, Jeff. You didn't have to tell Robin how dangerous it was. end commentary

    Petrified, Robin gripped Jeff’s antlers with all of his might. Jeff dug his hooves into the ground, took a deep breath, and bolted. Robin felt a crash through a few branches, a half a moment of a steady run, and then they were airborne, leaping across three lanes of westbound traffic. There was a jolt as they landed, and immediately took off over three lanes of eastbound traffic. Another jolt, and they had landed safely on the other side of the highway.

    Jeff lay down with a groan. “Oh, I didn’t know I could do that...” he lowered his head and Robin hopped off.

    commentary I don't know, do you think a deer could really jump over three lanes of traffic in one jump, and then jump over another three lanes right away? I don't think he would even be able to make the first jump, but whatever. end commentary

    “That’s as far as I can take you, kid,” he said.

    Robin looked up at the exhausted deer. “Are you going to be okay, Jeff?” he said.

    “Oh yeah, I’ll be fine,” Jeff said. “Animal services will come along in a few minutes, they’ll get me back to the forest. You better get going, though. Good luck, Robin.”

    commentary Good old animal services. They'll probably shut down the whole highway just to help this deer get home. And the next day all the kids will be asking "Why did the deer cross the road?" And some one will come up with a nice lame punch-line. end commentary

    Robin put a hand on Jeff’s head. “Thank you, Jeff,” he said.

    Jeff nodded. “Go call your uncle, kid. Go get yourself home.”

    commentary What a short chapter. So short, in fact, that I originally almost forgot to post it. But almost doesn't count, right? Still, it made for a very amusing edit. end commentary
  17. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    What You Have to Do with commentary

    commentary Ok, let's try this again. This time I've got Rowlf the Dog here with me. Say hello, Rowlf. end commentary

    Rowlf Hello, Rowlf. end Rowlf.

    Several long minutes later, Robin was surrounded by all the sights, smells, and sounds of a busy city. He walked quickly down the street, trying to take in as much as he could, trying not to show how afraid he was, trying to figure out where he would most likely be able to use a phone. He scanned the shops, the restaurants, the streets...

    The streets. A black pickup truck, writing on the side...

    commentary Hey look, I actually told you that Hopper was there this time. end commentary

    Rowlf Well, not really. You told us that the truck was there. end Rowlf

    commentary Oh, picky picky! end commentary

    He flung himself through the nearest door and looked around. Oh, no. I know Uncle Kermit told me to do what I have to, he thought, but I still don’t think I should be in a bar! Maybe if I’m quick enough, I can get in somewhere else before-

    Rowlf Robin in a bar? Never pictured that happening. end Rowlf

    commentary Yes, well you'll notice how much he's freaking out about it. end commentary

    But his thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and a familiar pair of boots stepped in. Robin bolted through the bar, dodging around the legs of people and tables. He saw a door and pushed himself through, not really caring where it led to. Anything to get away from Hopper, and the bar, and the smoke.

    Then he heard a flush. He glanced around, realized where he was, and gulped. The ladies restroom.

    Rowlf Now that's even worse than the bar. end Rowlf

    commentary That was the point. end commentary

    At that moment, the door of the handy-cap accessible stall swung open and an old woman came out in a wheelchair. She wheeled her way to the sink, washed her hands, and turned for the door. Robin watched carefully from behind a trashcan and saw that there was a basket underneath the wheelchair, with a green coat inside.

    Rowlf You know Kermit always gets a weird feeling around green coats. end Rowlf

    commentary Really? Why's that? end commentary

    Rowlf He's never told me. end Rowlf

    It was his only chance. He quietly hopped inside the basket as the woman wheeled past. She didn’t notice her extra cargo. She wheeled herself out of the bar, right past Doc and Junior Hopper. Robin felt a bump as she went into the place next door to the bar. He immediately hopped out. He looked around and saw that he was in a dollar store.

    “Good evening, Mrs. Thomas!” A young man’s voice rang out from behind the cash register.

    “Good evening, Larry,” the woman in the wheelchair said. “I suppose your father has left you in charge of the store again tonight. Are you allowed to sell the lottery tickets yet?”

    Larry smiled. “Mrs. Thomas, you know I’ve been allowed to sell the lottery tickets for a year now,” he said.

    commentary Ladies and gentlemen, meet my dad, age... oh, we'll say nineteen. Although I recently found out that they didn't start selling lottery tickets at my grandpa's store until after my dad stopped working there. end commentary

    Rowlf Go figure. end Rowlf

    “Oh, that’s right,” Mrs. Thomas said. “Give me my usual, then.”

    There was a quick exchange of money over the counter, and Mrs. Thomas rolled her way out again. Larry glanced around the shop, looking for something to do. Well, the magazines could always be sorted.

    “Excuse me?” a little voice said.

    Larry flinched. He didn’t see anyone. “Hello?” he said.

    “Down here,” the voice said.

    Larry leaned over the counter and was surprised to see a small young frog in a scout uniform with a pack on his back. He looked tired and badly shaken.

    “Oh! Hello,” Larry said. “Can I help you?”

    Larry was tall, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. Robin looked up at him. “Do you have a phone that I could use?” he asked.

    Larry came around in front of the counter and gently lifted Robin up, carrying him back behind the counter. “Here you go,” he said, setting the frog down in front of an old telephone.

    Robin picked up the phone and started to dial. “What’s this place called?” he asked.

    “Family Dollar Store,” Larry said.

    Rowlf Now was that the actual name of your grandpa's store? end Rowlf

    commentary No, my grandpa's store had our last name in the name. Hey that sounds weird. end commentary


    “But who would pay to see you do that?” Rowlf asked.

    “Anyone who knows anything about art!” Gonzo said defensively.

    “Which vous certainly don’t,” Miss Piggy said.

    “I gotta agree with the pig on this one, Gonzo,” Rizzo said. “It sounds like a waste of perfectly good cheese!”

    Rowlf That was one crazy act. end Rowlf

    commentary You're tellin' me! end commentary

    Rowlf Hey, should we tell the readers what the act was? end Rowlf

    commentary Nah, I might want to use it in another fanfic. They can private message me if they want to know what the act was. end commentary

    “Oh, hey guys, that reminds me of a joke,” Fozzie said. “Why did the cheese cross the road?”

    “I don’t know, Fozzie, why did the cheese cross the road?” Rowlf said.

    “Because it was tied to the chicken! Ah, Wocka wocka! Get it, because the chicken...”

    “We got it, Fozzie!” Rizzo said.

    “It sounds like cruelty to chickens,” Gonzo said.

    Kermit silently sat in the passenger seat, holding Miss Piggy’s cell phone in his hand, trying to ignore the racket as he gazed out his window at the seemingly endless cornfields. Each of the other search parties had already called to see if there was any news from Robin, which there hadn’t been. He couldn’t help but worry. Surely Robin should have been able to find a phone by now. What if he was hurt? What if he was lying on the side of the road somewhere, with no one to help him, no one even knowing he was there? What if Hopper came along and found him like that? And what if...

    He shuddered. Stop it, Kermit, he thought. Robin’s probably fine. He’s probably just... just... But he couldn’t come up with any way to comfort himself that his nephew was alright.

    Then he heard the electronic tones of “The Entertainer” playing from the cell phone.

    Rowlf So how'd you decide on "The Entertainer" for Miss Piggy's ring? end Rowlf

    commentary Well, at first I wanted it to be Für Elise, but I couldn't figure out how to spell it. Then I heard an ice cream truck going by, and I remembered that she sang "The Entertainer" on The Muppet Show one time... end commentary

    Rowlf And who could forget? end Rowlf

    “Quiet, guys!” he said as he clicked a button. “Hello?”

    “Uncle Kermit?”


    The other Muppets in the car were immediately at attention.

    “Where is he?” Rowlf asked.

    Kermit didn’t hear the dog. “Robin, are you okay?”

    “Yeah, I’m okay, Uncle Kermit. I got a ride from a deer for almost all of today.”

    “Oh, good,” Kermit said. “So where are you now?”

    “I’m at a place called Family Dollar Store in Denver,” Robin said.

    “Okay. Um, what have you been doing for food?” Kermit asked. He had been wondering that all day.

    “Well, last night the lady at that diner gave me a sandwich. And for lunch today, I had the food Miss Appleby had in her pack. But that’s all gone now.” Robin didn’t want to hang up. He wanted to stay on the phone with his uncle for as long as he could. There was something comforting about it that he didn’t want to lose.

    Kermit wasn’t all too eager to hang up, either. As long as he could hear Robin’s voice, he knew his nephew was okay. But what he was saying wasn’t encouraging. “So you don’t have any food left at all?”

    “Well, there’s always bugs,” Robin said.

    “That’s true,” Kermit said. “What about sleeping? Where did you sleep last night?”

    He listened, but there was no response.

    “Robin? Are you there?”

    When Robin spoke again, his voice was shaking. “I have to go, Uncle Kermit, I’ll call you later!”

    There was a click, and he was gone.

    “What happened?” Fozzie asked.

    “I think Hopper came,” Kermit said nervously as he quickly began to dial.

    Rowlf He was right, too. end Rowlf
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Announcer: We interrupt this program for something completely different. Yes, Mr. Director, I know that's not what the script says. I don't really care.

    (screen fills with static and clears to show Scooter standing in front of the Muppet Boarding House)

    Scooter: Hi, I'm Scooter. The Muppets and I need your help. I can't really give you details, but we need ideas for a fan letter that some one would send to us. Specifically, to Kermit. But it needs to be a letter praising as many of us as possible.

    (Fozzie comes on and knocks Scooter off screen)

    Fozzie: Yeah, so if you have any ideas of some key phrases to describe us, or a general idea of how a fan letter would look, could you please tell us? We don't get much fan mail to base it off of. Oh, and don't take any suggestions from Statler and Waldorf, okay?

    (Gonzo grabs the camera and turns it towards him)

    Gonzo: Now here's the rules! We can't use any one person's letter in full, but we could use a couple of full letters. We'll take bits and pieces of whatever we get and combine them all. Or at least the good ones.

    (Pepe walks on screen)

    Pepe: Si, the bad ones we will save and use as blackmail, hokay.

    Gonzo: I thought we were going to burn the bad ones in my next stunt.

    Pepe: That too.

    Miss Piggy (off screen): Hey! Why am moi not being filmed?

    (the camera shakes around and falls, so all we see is grass for a few seconds. Then Floyd picks it up and turns it so we can see him. We hear fight sounds in the back ground.)

    Floyd: Anyways, if you can help us out, send a private message to TogetherAgain. Remember, key phrases singin' our praises. Thanks for the help, guys.

    (screen fills with static again.)

    Announcer: We now return you to that other thing. What? ...You know what, Mr. Director? I've just about had it with you!
  19. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Gosh, nobody's sent me a private message about a muppet fan letter.

    vim: Do you think none of them can think of something that could go in a muppet fan letter?

    Are you kidding? With a board full obsessed muppet fans?

    vim: Well then, maybe nobody's reading this thread anymore.

    I wouldn't be surprised. Doesn't really say much for my commentary, does it?

    vim: It says a lot for your commentary, just nothing good.

    You know vim, I think you've been spending too much time with Statler and Waldorf.
  20. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Speaking of Doc Hopper... Here Lisa examines what would've happened if Kermit's old nemesis continued his insistance on dragging the frog into a life of tawdry commercials, going so far as to have a scary effect on the next generation of Hoppers and Frogs.

    36 heart-stabbing tall tales.

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