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Desert Delay

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by WebMistressGina, Oct 18, 2015.

  1. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Good morning, Mupp Crew!

    So before you all say anything, yes I know I have things to update, but the muse wouldn't shut up, so this is what you get. Let's do some admin stuff first and I'll unleash this story on you. This is my first - hopefully - complete story in our new Up Late with Miss Piggy universe, based on the current show (with some tweaks of course). This idea somehow came to me while in the midst of an Air Crash Investigation marathon (it was background noise while I was working last week), expect more drama and feels than comedy.

    And now, without further delay...

    Desert Delay

    Thursday mornings were nothing out of the ordinary - people went to work, school, and whatever appointment that needed to be at during that day. For the cast and crew of Up Late with Miss Piggy, it was business as usual, with the group getting ready for that night’s show. They would be on a slight time crunch, as their host and announcer would flying to Phoenix that morning for a short appearance for a mid-morning event and would be back by late afternoon at most.

    Miss Piggy and Fozzie Bear would fly out of LAX and hit Sky Harbor in Phoenix before heading out to radio station KPLJ 102.7 to do some celebrity guest announcement for a contest or event or something, they actually wouldn’t know the exact event until they arrived. It would be a short trip, only spanning a few hours, which would then give Piggy and Fozzie enough time to get back in order to do rehearsing and get ready for the show.

    Up Late with Miss Piggy had been rough in the ratings for those first few episodes – the whole first season, actually – but they were the Muppets and they always prevailed. And prevail they did - by the end of the first season, their numbers had ticked up, allowing the network to grant them an additional three-year contract that had been hammered out to fit everyone’s needs. Those in attendance – Kermit the Frog, the executive producer, Scooter Grosse, the talent manager/business manager, and Piggy of course – had left that meeting in relieved spirits, happy in the notion the show hadn’t been canceled out right.

    It had been smooth sailing from there – their guest list had gotten bigger, Piggy was able to make more outside appearances, and even Gonzo – their head writer – had been invited to some swank script writers award banquet.

    Thursday was no different from the day before, the only difference being that Kermit was standing outside their studio set, giving last minute instructions to Piggy and Fozzie as they stood and listened patiently by their car. There was something refreshing in working with people you’d known forever – yes, they had flare ups and they probably always would, but being able to know what someone was thinking before they had even said anything took time and precision and the group had been able to do it after only a few years.

    So Piggy and Fozzie, who had thrown each other annoyed but affectionate looks as Kermit started his last minute instructions to them, stood patiently next to their rented car as Kermit went over things that should and shouldn’t be done in Phoenix – “You know Gonzo’s not with us, right?” Fozzie had quipped – who they were meeting – “Yes, Scooter typed up our itinerary and made sure we knew how to pin our name tags on our shirts in case we get lost,” Piggy had snarked.

    Finally, the retorts and comments made the frog throw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Why am I even bothering you with all this?”

    “We don’t know!” Fozzie exclaimed.

    “We were perfectly fine before you came and jumped us from behind,” Piggy added.

    “If anyone knows about jumping someone from behind…” Kermit retorted.

    “Should I cover my ears?” Fozzie asked, giving the former couple a knowing look.

    Piggy couldn’t stop the giggle, before saying, “Some other time maybe. For now, Kermit darling, you’re going to make us late for our plane. Fozzie and I will be on our best behavior and we promise not to go completely rogue in another city.” Giving the frog a pat on the arm, she continued with, “You worry too much, you know that? What kind of trouble could the two of us possibly get up to?”

    “Never say piece of cake in the labyrinth,” Kermit admonished. “You know that.”

    “Goodbye, Kermit,” Piggy said, getting into the car. “Say goodbye, Fozzie.”

    “Goodbye, Fozzie,” the comic chuckled, knowing it was a bad joke, but one that could not not be told.

    “Get in here,” Piggy said, giving the bear a playful slap on the leg, leaving the frog shaking his head in either amusement or annoyance.

    With a friendly wave, the comic announcer and the late night star headed off towards the airport; Kermit was still shaking his head as he turned to head back into the studio, already planning on how they would handle a few hours in relative peace and quiet while the duo was gone. It was his hope that he could use the few hours to get the crew motivated to have something ready before bear and pig arrived back on set to start rehearsal.

    It should have been a normal Thursday.

    Little did anyone know that this day would start a chain reaction no one had ever considered.


    Miss Piggy was a flying ace.

    Not in the sense that she knew how to fly, per se, but that she crisscrossed across the US and to Europe several times over. It was ironic, considering she once had a horrible fear of heights, something she hadn’t quite conquered until she had reached Hollywood and had filmed their second movie.

    Piggy actually enjoyed flying, though it wasn’t the actual flying that she enjoyed, more of the destination. Growing up in Bogen County had been small in comparison to where she was now; even as a child, she had wanted more than what was offered, more than what most people – even her own family – had expected from her. Piggy had been to Phoenix a few times, only doing personal appearances, which was a shame, because the city seemed like a cool place to visit, despite the horrendous heat in the summer.

    Her companion – Fozzie Bear – did not feel the same way she did.

    Fozzie hated flying.

    He had literally been the pain on the set of Great Muppet Caper, to the point where their air scenes had to be specially done because he had gotten so upset about being up in the air; it was the reason why Piggy’s fear of heights had gone without notice for so long. While Fozzie loved to travel – he’d take a road trip anywhere – he was very much a driving bear, having no qualms on driving long distances; he and Kermit routinely made the drive from California to Mississippi to visit Kermit’s family, before driving up to visit Fozzie’s mother when she was still alive.

    While he was a little better at handing flying, he still didn’t like it and the lingering thought of approaching the airport was making him anxious, to the point that he had been randomly tapping his fingers on his armrest.


    The warning caused the bear to look over to his co-star, who sat across from him, giving him a glaring look. Confusion graced his face before the tapping of his fingers reached his ears, realization replacing confusion when he recognized what he was doing and he immediately stopped, pulling his hands together in his lap. “I hope you aren’t planning to be this restless when we get on the plane.”

    “No, ma’am,” the comic answered immediately, eyes wild in fear.

    It wasn’t that Fozzie was afraid of Piggy, no one was ever really afraid of Piggy, but she could be a little – okay, a lot – intimidating, especially when she was irritated or annoyed, which could happen at any moment. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Piggy handed Fozzie one of the two scripts their head writer Gonzo had hurriedly placed into her hands as they went down the hallway towards their car.

    “Moi is gonna do you a solid,” she said, grabbing her own script. “We’re gonna put your mind at ease by keeping it occupied, so we’re going to be productive and go over this script that Gonzo insisted we take with us.”

    Grateful for any type of distraction, Fozzie happily opened the script, a skit that Gonzo had come up with for tomorrow night’s show, a parody of some show called Veep. “What’s Veep?” he asked, scratching an itch he always got on his neck when he got anxious.

    “You’ve never seen Veep?” Fozzie shrugged. “I thought you had cable.”

    “I have basic cable,” the comic corrected, before thinking about it. “Which I’m not actually watching, now that I think about it.”

    “Waste of money, Bear,” the diva smirked, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d waste your money like that.”

    “You’ve got cable.”

    “No, I don’t,” was the retort.

    “But you know about this show,” Fozzie replied. “You’ve seen it before, right?”

    “Of course, love that show,” Piggy responded.

    “So you’ve got cable.”

    No, I’ve got the internet,” the diva corrected. “And the Internet is a wonderful place where Moi can catch up on my favorite shows when I want. Including Veep, which is a show about a vice president and her cabinet. If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you watch it while we’re waiting for our flight.”

    Fozzie’s face lit up like it was his birthday. “You’d do that for me?” he asked, excitedly.

    “If it means you aren’t jittery while in the airport, then yes. Moi is doing both of us a favor.”

    The rest of the trip was spent with both Muppets going over lines before Piggy deemed that Fozzie needed to watch the show to get some of the jokes that Gonzo, who was also obviously a fan, would get, again promising to let him watch it on the tablet she brought with her. When he asked what she would be doing if he had her the tablet, Piggy calmly replied that she planned on destroying both their talent manager Scooter Grosse and Mayhem guitarist Janice Bennington in the online games she was playing with them.

    The bear just nodded, not entirely sure how she could be playing two different games with two different people, however he had been known to be completely useless when it came to his own smartphone. A few months ago, he had kept Kermit on speakerphone for over forty-five minutes because he couldn’t figure out how to get out of his map program to end the call; in fact, the only way the call had ended was because his phone had died.

    As part of their contract, everyone who didn’t already have a smart phone got the most recent Apple iPhone or the most recent Android phone. Fozzie had gone with the masses, who got the latest iPhone, but there were times when he wished he had gone with Android; Scooter had worked with Google and still did top secret, hush hush things for them to the point that he usually got the latest device by just asking. Apparently, it also worked when anyone else wanted one because Piggy had just switched out her iPhone for whatever same device Scooter had (something about a note or galaxy or something) and theirs had pens attached to them!

    While Fozzie wasn’t as tech savvy as Scooter or device hungry as Piggy, he knew he could look up stuff by himself on his phone and that’s what he did. Or what he had hoped he was doing. Instead, he managed to call Kermit, Piggy, Gonzo, and Kermit again in a ten-minute period; that’s when Piggy took his phone away.


    Los Angeles International Airport, also known as LAX, was one of the US’ busiest airports, handling well over 70 million passengers every year. Even on a Thursday morning, the airport still had hundreds of people within the airport, either leaving or arriving to their next destination. With a thirty-minute drive, the duo still ended up being a little under two hours early, not just to make sure they could get through security and make their plane, it was essentially so that if they got recognized, they could stop for the various autographs and pictures their fans wanted.

    It wasn’t an unheard of occurrence – many actors and actresses went in and out of LAX, though they usually reserved their departures and arrivals when there would be less people, however certain appearances – like the one Piggy and Fozzie were heading to – took place in the morning and sometimes, it was just quicker to take a flight than to spend hours, even days, driving.

    As expected, once kids and adults realized that both Piggy and Fozzie were in the airport, they wanted to talk to them, get pictures, sign things, etc. The comic knew she wouldn’t admit it, but Piggy had a soft spot for kids – they all did – and there were times he could strangle his best friend for not giving that pig children because as far as he was concerned, she was a natural; once, the diva had managed to meet a four-year-old little girl who just happened to share Piggy’s birthday. While the diva couldn’t attend the party as requested, she had gone out and gotten her a lovely tea set in the girl’s favorite color.

    Thirty minutes later, bear and pig were able to head to Terminal 1 in order to reach their gate, still with plenty of time leftover. Now that they were in the airport and sitting at their gate, all of Fozzie’s nervousness and anxiety seemed to return and was only tempered by Piggy shoving her tablet in front of his face, already geared up with HBO GO and Veep for his viewing pleasure. Piggy, being an old hand at this, settled next to the comic, smart phone in hand, and began her quest of gaming domination – she and Scooter had been going back and forth in winning on a trivia app called Trivia Crack, while Piggy was finally closing in on Janice’s high score in Words with Friends.

    “Good morning,” came the gate announcement. “I’d like to welcome passengers of Flight 3546, bound for Phoenix, with no stops in between. We have gotten word that the flight is running about 10 to 15 minutes behind schedule, but it should be making its arrival at about 11:15.”

    “Terrific,” Piggy muttered, tossing a look to Fozzie.

    “What do you think is making them late?” asked Fozzie, trying to calm his nervous, however Piggy didn’t miss the way his paw tightened on his armrest.

    Flicking his wrist, she said, “Nothing that you need to be worried about. It probably left late at its previous destination, which makes getting here late. Don’t worry.”

    “Easy for you to say,” he grumbled. “Ma always said if the good lord wanted us to fly, we’d have wings. And the day wings come spurting out of my back is the day pigs…”

    The end of that sentence went unsaid, but Piggy threw him a look just the same. “Go on,” she edged. “Finish your sentence.”

    “No, that’s okay.”

    “You’re sure?”

    “Yep,” the bear shook his head, quickly putting his headphones back in and restarting his video. “Not important anymore.”

    The predicted ten to fifteen-minute delay actually ended up being twenty, which would more than likely cause them to cut it really close on their event. They had chosen this flight because it would get them to Phoenix quickly and would hopefully allow them to navigate the busy Phoenix highways without delay and reach their destination with plenty of time left. Obviously, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

    Five minutes earlier, Piggy had texted Scooter, first to gloat over the epic win she had gotten over him and then to notify him that their flight was running late; when asked if he needed to notify the station, she told him it was fine because their flight would no doubt be making up time, which meant they would pretty much there at their expected time.

    That would be the last text anyone would get from her.


    Kermit was sitting in his office, on the phone with singer Adam Levine of Maroon 5 and the television show The Voice, when he noticed Scooter out of the corner of his eye, trying to get his attention. In most cases, Kermit could hold up a finger or two to signify how many minutes it would take him to get off the phone, but this time, Kermit was in the process of hopefully booking their next guest star. Levine had been a lucky break that the executive producer was nearly desperate to hold on to, especially when Levine had mentioned his Voice co-stars – Pharell, Gwen Stefani, and Blake Shelton – wanted to be on the show as well.

    He was not about to let a week of shows go for whatever it was Scooter needed to see him about.

    But as with anything, Kermit couldn’t have a moment’s peace, not when Scooter seemed to get more and more agitated the more Kermit tried to ignore him.

    “Hey Adam,” the producer replied. “Could you give me five minutes? I’ll be right back.” Not bothering to put the musician on hold or even bothering to get Yolanda to put the call on hold for him, Kermit was at the doorway and in front of his booking manager. “Scooter,” he hissed, looking back at the phone before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door slight. “I’m in the middle…”

    “I know, but…”

    “Have you told him yet?”

    Gonzo, former stunt weirdo and current Up Late head writer, was coming down the hall towards them and was sharing a look with Scooter that clearly screamed, “We’ve done something.”

    “Well, I’m trying to…” Scooter began, but was quickly interrupted by Kermit.

    “Tell me what?” he insisted. “I’m kinda busy here, so whatever it is you’ve done…”

    “We haven’t done anything,” Gonzo hissed, looking down the hallway to make sure no one else heard this conversation. “But we are trying to tell you something important.”

    “Which is?”

    “There’s a missing plane,” Gonzo answered. “Flight 3546 left LAX and hasn’t been heard from since and it hasn’t reached its destination.”

    “Okay,” Kermit said, looking at them both. Why did this require his attention? Honestly? “That’s tragic and sad, but I’m not sure why this was so important you would have to interrupt…”

    “Kermit…” the red head stressed. “Flight 3546 left LAX with a destination to Phoenix; that’s Piggy and Fozzie’s flight.”
  2. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Ok, first thing first, yay for new fic!

    Er, did you mean to say "dessert" as in the food you have after a meal like the Trick-Oreo-Treat milkshake following a pumpkin pecan pancake breakfast. Or "desert" like the giant version of a sandbox that's filled with prickly-needled cactuses and sandworms?

    *Laughs at remembering how Fozzie gets lost using his smartphone's map ap.
    *Has laptop but still can't watch TV episodes online because the dang ABC website requires some login/registration or other and if that's designed to take more money from my wallet then forget it, I'll watch on the TV instead.
    VP? Would have thought Piggy was more of a fan of First Lady. Then again, I don't really watch all those hit heavy dramas on the networks, unless Sesame is doing a spoof on them in their current season. At least I have this year's 13 Nights of Halloween starting tomorrow to look forward. :batty: sigh of happiness.

    Funny you mentioned Gwen Stefani as one of the potential guests Kermit's trying to get, I heard she recorded a version of Rainbow Connection for the new Disney songs cover album that's coming later this month. :sing:

    Thanks for providing us with a good fic fix, waiting for the next portion. :insatiable:
  3. TheWeirdoGirl

    TheWeirdoGirl Well-Known Member

    So excited to read a new story from you, Gina. :)
  4. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Nope, this time I actually mean 'desert' as in where I live in Arizona.

    Another highlight of that episode.

    You need to have and be paying for cable if you want to use FOX, ABC, CBS, NBC, Comedy Central, etc from your computer to see the latest episode of a show the same night it airs.

    Yes, it's completely annoying, but that's why we have things like Hulu and Amazon (though Hulu is equally worse)

    It's an HBO comedy with Julia Louis Dryfus, Tony Hale, Anna Krumsky; it's basically about the Vice President (Dryfus) and her cabinet (Hale, Krumsky). It's actually pretty funny and yes, again, because it's on HBO, you would either need cable or an HBO GO subscription to see it.

    Like Piggy, we have the Internet here :)

    I know, right? It took a long time cause of work, but the muse would not be denied. Stay tuned for the next section coming up in 3...2...1
  5. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    And here's your second section!

    Six hours.

    It had been a little over six hours since Miss Piggy and Fozzie Bear had left the studio lot and headed off to LAX for a radio gig in Phoenix. At most, this should have been a four-hour trip – a hop, skip, and a jump from one state to its neighbor and back again; even the guest spot was only supposed to be, at most, an hour. If everything had gone to plan, the two of them would be walking back on to the set as it neared three o’clock in the afternoon.

    Instead, Flight 3546 was missing, losing contact with air traffic control and never arriving at Sky Harbor in Phoenix.

    Fifteen minutes ago, Kermit the Frog – executive producer of Up Late and all around troupe leader – had just left the rest of the crew on set, having to tell them what was going on. It wouldn’t do to just let everyone assume something that wasn’t true, especially when Piggy and Fozzie wouldn’t be showing up that afternoon. Kermit had waited for nearly 20 minutes before making the decision to gather everyone together and let them know. The mood was hopeful, after all there can always be delays in travel and while the two should have been back by now, there was a good reason to believe that maybe they were just running really behind and would be back in at most two hours.

    And then two hours came and went.

    By six in the evening, there was still no sign of either Piggy or Fozzie and they had received no further word on whether or not the plane had reached Phoenix or another airport. When the clocks had all reached 4:30pm, Kermit told everyone to go home, after hearing that Scooter had already called the network to tell them news and for them to quickly find a rerun or some other program to put in their place. The longer the day went, the further their hope dwindled; if everything was fine, they would have heard something by now, right?

    Kermit had retreated to his office after that and had been there ever since; for some reason, he just didn’t want the company right now and it seemed some of the others felt the same way. Scooter had called him to give him an update or rather, not give him an update as there wasn’t anything to update; how the red head knew who and where to call to get more information Kermit didn’t ask and he didn’t care, as long as it meant they could find out something was worth it.

    As much as he wanted to believe - desperately believe – that they were going to get word very soon on the condition of the plane and its passengers, Kermit couldn’t stop thinking the worse, even when he tried to distract himself with work. How exactly was he supposed to work on a show called Up Late with Miss Piggy when Miss Piggy was missing somewhere between California and Arizona? How was he supposed to review the warm up material if their comic was missing along with her?

    More importantly, how exactly was his supposed to imagine his life without Piggy and Fozzie in it?

    That was the fact that seemed to be interrupting his work and thoughts; sure, he had a life before the met the two, along with the others, but that seemed like a lifetime ago, another life really. While he was definitely friends with many of the Muppets, he was closest to a select few and even closer to Fozzie and Piggy.

    Fozzie was his best friend, his bear in arms, and while Rowlf the Dog would always hold a place in his heart for being the very first person and friend he had ever met in Hollywood, Fozzie was the guy he went to when he needed reassurance. In short, the comic was his defender, even when the frog didn’t need nor wanted to be defended; Fozzie always had his back, even when it seemed the others had turned their backs on him, Fozzie was always there to pick him back up when he was down.

    And then there was Piggy.

    Kermit had had other girlfriends before, naturally, and he had a girlfriend now, but he had never had a girlfriend like Piggy. She was headstrong, impetuous, stubborn, and completely uncontrollable; she was an unstoppable hurricane that could lift him up, spin him about, spit him out, and slam him to the ground all in one meeting. She had been unlike anything he had ever experienced in any of his other girlfriends and at the time, it had been as exciting as it was dangerous.

    Decades of back and forth, ups and downs had taken its toll on him and finally, one night at the movies, he had ended it. She was insane and unbalanced and Kermit needed to be with someone who wasn’t going to turn his life upside down.

    But obviously he was a glutton for punishment because nothing could explain why he would sign on as executive producer for his ex-girlfriend’s show.

    Despite that and despite everything that had come before, Kermit could literally feel his heart being torn in two. He may not have wanted to admit it, but he loved her, still loved and always would; you couldn’t just erase years of dates, memories, and secrets just because they had broken up and while at the start of the show, they had been contentious with each other, they had gotten to a point they had actually never been at in their long association.

    They were friends. At least he hoped they were because he wouldn’t be feeling this way if they weren’t.

    Given up the pretense of work, Kermit quickly stood from his desk, flicked out his lights and headed out the door. He wasn’t sure what he planned to do, only that he just needed to be alone. So absorbed in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice Denise, their marketing manager and his current girlfriend, slide up beside him and ask if he was alright. In hindsight, he knew he would have to apologize about the way he had brushed her off and stated he just needed a minute, which actually ended up 30 minutes.

    Even then, it wasn’t until he finally stopped his golf cart that he realized he had taken off in it and had just driven around the studio lot, aimlessly driving until he managed to reach the very tail end of the area.


    Hours earlier

    Flight 3546 was a Boeing 737-300 class aircraft, one of 120 that were in service with Southwest Airlines, able to fit 137 passengers onboard. On Thursday morning, the actual compartment was less than half due to the day, the time, and the relative short trip. Once it arrived in Denver, it would turn into Flight 1227, which would then head off to Denver before reaching its final destination of New York.

    In total, there were only 36 passengers onboard, with 5 crew members for a total of 41 people.

    One of those passengers was a Miss Ruby Lee Davis, a native of Des Moines, Iowa who had been living in Los Angeles since the 1940s. She was headed to New York for a reunion of sorts, as well as to visit her grandson who lived there with his family and new baby.

    Another passenger was Ian Chesterson, a Phoenix businessman who was coming back from a week vacation of rock climbing, starting at LA Boulders and ending with a scenic drive with friends before having to head to LAX in order to head home.

    The Petersen family, normally consisting of six, only had three family members on the flight – father Mark, eldest son Marky, and second son Eli – who were planning to continue their flight into Denver to visit Mark’s brother and his family. This was a ‘boys only’ trip, while Mark’s wife and their two daughters were staying at home for their ‘girls only’ stay-cation.

    The host and the announcer of Up Late with Miss Piggy, Fozzie Bear and Miss Piggy herself, were also onboard. They were both heading to Phoenix for a morning radio event and would be returning back to LAX in only a few hours.

    Piggy had wanted to sit near the front, so it would be easy to get off in Phoenix, but Fozzie had been in the leading and went straight for the middle of the plane. Ordinarily, with a large plane and no one to fill it, the diva would have had a row to herself, able to put her bag on the seat or at least stretch out to get some sleep, but in sharing this flight with Fozzie, there was no way the comic would let her get away with it.

    Not with the way he had been fidgeting on the way to and in the airport.

    And of course he would pick the seat with the little elderly woman in it.

    The cabin crew got everyone set in their seats, all the bags were packed within their overhead bins, and all emergency instructions had been given before their pilot, Capt. Greg Parnell, made his introduction announcement. The flight would only take a little over an hour, with the captain saying they would try to make up their lateness in the trip, thankfully straight into Phoenix with no problems.

    Ruby Lee Davis had been the lucky little lady that got to sit next to the Muppet stars, recognizing them immediately, but not gushing over them like she knew others most likely did. Instead, she noticed that the beat comic, who sat in between her and Miss Piggy, kept a death grip on his seat rests as soon as the plane started to move. The great-grandmother had gone through this before, both her husband and eldest daughter had hated flying, so she gave the bear a pat on his paw and told him that everything would be fine.

    And everything was fine.

    The plan had taken off with no issues and was in the sky with no troubles or turbulence to be seen. Everything was pretty much standard within the cabin – Miss Ruby, as Piggy and Fozzie were calling her, had been regaling the two with tales of her days as a Rockette in New York; in fact, that was the reunion she was looking forward to going there to see some of her old friends, as well as seeing her first great-grandchild. She was surprised to learn that Piggy was a fellow Iowian, with Bogen County sitting just a few hours from Ruby’s own Des Moines.

    The Petersens were sitting opposite the other trio, with Eli on the aisle to Piggy’s left. They had just finished a conversation about games on the iPhone vs those on Android, a conversation that happened because the teen happened to notice that Piggy was once again playing – and losing – at Words with Friends, this time with a random player.

    Fifty minutes into the flight, Piggy had switched her phone for a magazine she had brought with her while Fozzie had settled into an easy sleep. Like a baby, Fozzie could fall asleep in any type of moving vehicle, provided he wasn’t behind the wheel, which of course was strange as he could literally drive all night without stop or fail. The cabin was quiet, with some slight murmuring of the crew and passengers. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

    Until a large bang sounded throughout the plane that not only startled the passengers, but the crew as well. “Wha’ happened?” asked a sleepy comic, the bang waking him from his nap.

    “Nothing,” Piggy replied, glancing at Miss Ruby before taking a look out the window. Nothing seemed amiss. “Go back to sleep.”


    Just as suddenly as the noise came, it soon went, never to repeat. Everything went back to the way it was.

    And then, ten minutes later, the plane just seemed to drop from the sky, plummeting to the earth at 500 feet a minute.

    Then all went black.
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  6. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Okay... Back now.

    Sorry about the confusion over the title, my reader said it in a way that I thought "dessert" when it's clearly meant to be "desert".

    You live in Arizona? Thought you were in Denver. Heck newsmanfan left Arizona for Wisconsin about a year ago.
    We has the cable and HBO so again, not sure why/how I'm unable to watch stuff online. Then again, I'm not the most savvy tech person. At least I know how to turn on my laptop and get immediately online to come here and read and review, or as the kiddies call it these days R&R.

    Hey... If we're going to Iowa can we stop at Zombieburger? Saw it featured on an FN show last week, they've got burgers named after horror movies and everything.

    Wait... If the Petersons are a family of six, with father and two sons on the flight going to visit a third son's family, and the mom and three daughters stayed home, wouldn't that make them a family of seven instead?
    *Yeah, I has to pay attention to details like that when we have the whole family for meals here at home.

    Other than that, really like how the story's shaping up, hope for more posted soonish.
  7. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    I moved back, remember? Last year...actually, geez, two years ago actually, as I moved in the later part of 2013. Remember that recent unpleasantness that made me leave Denver?

    You don't happen to Prism, do you? From CenturyLink? I remember when I did tech support, a number of people had a hard time with both HBO GO and Showtime recognizing their cable subscription, even though it was clear they were indeed paying for cable.

    Honestly, I think it's the networks' fault for not recognizing their own customers, but of course it always came back on us.

    Sorry bud, this flight ain't going no where, but down, down, down.

    Ugh...you are correct. And it just goes to prove the reason English is my strongest suite is because I suck at math. Counters, dearest Counters, could you, would change our three daughters to two? I'll give the extra daughter to someone else.

    Other than that, really like how the story's shaping up, hope for more posted soonish.[/QUOTE]

    Glad you're liking it! What's up next, you ask? (I know you didn't, but I know you were thinking of asking)

    Well, for starters, we're gonna spend most of Friday with our Up Late cohorts.

    EDIT - so, I totally started this post like two hours ago and forgot I was typing it up! LOL Sawry!
  8. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Took care of that little typo for you. *Scribbles down signature quicker than :rolleyes: with his four arms before passing out dead tired. Post more when you've got it, we'll be here to read it. Unless someone drops off a "Sucker" sign.
  9. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Here's your last section for the night!

    * Note - I just learned, in the midst of writing this, that apparently Andy and Randy (Piggy's nephews) are in the current show (according to the Muppet Wiki). For this story, let's pretend they don't.

    Thursday rolled into Friday, still with no word on Flight 3546, a plane that had gone missing between their departure from LAX and their arrival at Sky Harbor in Phoenix, AZ. The last check-in from the pilots had been about thirty minutes into the flight, around noon, when they mentioned they were experiencing some minor issues – including the radio - that seemed to have straighten themselves out.

    That was the last time anyone had heard from the flight.

    When Friday had rolled around with still no word from the plane, helicopters and planes had been dispatched to help find the plane, with no luck. As night began to close in, the search was stopped for the night with the objective to begin as soon as the sun came up.

    For the families and friends of the passengers and crew, no word on what was going on was causing anger and panic.

    At the sound stage for Up Late with Miss Piggy, their Friday morning saw many of the crew still in their building, many of them deciding to stay in case there was word about their friends and co-stars. It had been a rough night for them all, but highly stressful for their talent manager, Scooter Grosse. Scooter had taken it upon himself to dig deeper and find out what was going on with the flight and their passengers.

    That meant he had been on the phone for most of the day and night with LAX, Southwest, and anyone else he could think of to find out what was going on. News sources, while helpful in even notifying them that the plane had disappeared in the first place, had about the same information they did and it was driving the young Muppet to distraction. And it kept him up most of the night.

    By ten o’clock in the morning, a full 24 hours since the group had seen their friends, Scooter got the news he had hoped he never wanted to hear.


    Popping his back, arms, and legs was a process Gonzo did just about every morning, a kind curtesy given from the many years of stunts and performances; it certainly didn’t help that he and just about everyone else had stayed the night, sleeping on their couches or the very, very hard floor.

    He felt horrible, which means he probably looked just as bad, and he had a craving for hot coffee like nothing else. The caterers had thankfully been by earlier, leaving the fresh smell of caffeine, donuts, muffins, and other treats; filling up two mugs, Gonzo figured he’d take one first to Scooter and see if he could pry some more information from him and then would come back, grab a cup for Kermit in order to tell him the information he had gotten from the kid.

    Scooter had a small little nook where he could get most of his work, even though he had his own office. Just like Kermit, Scooter tended to do most of his work out of his office, so he’d be available whenever someone needed him, though he would retreat to the office if he needed to work uninterrupted. There’s where Gonzo found him, sitting at his desk, and at first glance, looked the way they were all feeling. “Hey Red,” he greeted, walking into the office. “I got you the best part of waking up.”

    It was only when the head writer had set the mug down did he see the younger Muppet’s face and quickly realized that Scooter’s profile wasn’t because he was tired; it was because he was highly upset. “Scooter?” he asked. Kneeling next to his chair, Gonzo whispered, “Hey buddy, what’s wrong? What happened?”

    So Scooter told him.


    Thursday night had been hard on Kermit, but his Friday morning seemed to be looking up somewhat. Despite blowing her off the night before, Denise had been a real brick when he had returned, making sure he ate something and bringing over a blanket for him after he decided he was staying there, just in case. She had been great and he was the worst boyfriend ever – again! – so he wanted her to know that he appreciated her to no end.

    They had been dating for a little over six months now and he seemed to be getting into the swing of being in a healthy, normal, non-wild and swinging kind of relationship; it was weird, especially after all that time with his former girlfriend, but it worked and it was nice. It was very nice, even when he realized she was essentially taking care of him as he mourned over his previous lover and his best friend.

    Kermit had woken up on his couch that morning, snuggled in Denise’s, with a splitting headache and a backache that he’d most likely feel for the rest of the day. Denise, bless her heart, had gotten him some aspirin, a cup of coffee, and a muffin. The girl was great. Thankfully his headache had started to recede within thirty minutes, just in time for Gonzo to poke his head through the door a little before eleven.

    “Hey, you got a minute?”

    “Yeah,” Kermit sighed, sitting up in his chair, which caused Denise’s magical hands to stop her shoulder massage. “What’s up, Gonzo?”

    Glancing at Kermit, the writer threw a look to the pig that stood next to him. “Denise, could you give us five minutes?” he asked. “Just…just five minutes.”

    “Gonzo,” the frog huffed. “I’m sure whatever you need to tell me, you can say it in front of Denise.”

    Taking a breath to say something, Gonzo stopped his sentence before again addressing Denise. “Five minutes? Please? Ten, at the very most.”

    He could tell that rankled her a bit, but she was a good sport about it because she gave the frog a pat on the shoulder before heading towards the door, nodding stiffly at Gonzo’s “Close the door on your way out?” before leaving completely.

    “Delightful girl.”

    “You know,” Kermit stressed and glaring at the writer. “You guys could be a little nicer to her; she is my girlfriend.”

    “I said delightful girl,” Gonzo retorted. “Besides, I’m not sure my news would affect her as much.”

    “Depends on the news.”

    The way Gonzo’s face fell, Kermit knew what the news was about and he knew it wasn’t good. “Gonzo?”

    The head writer couldn’t help the way he fidgeted at the side of the desk. Sighing, Gonzo began, “Scooter told me they…they found some debris outside of that ghost town, you know in the mountains? By the national tree park?”


    “They’re…they’re pretty sure it’s a plane.”

    Kermit would’ve felt the same way if the floor had literally dropped out from underneath him. Finding the plane had meant finding both Piggy and Fozzie, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Do they…how many…?” he didn’t even want to ask how many or if there were any survivors because that meant…

    “They don’t know yet,” Gonzo whispered. “That area is…it’s in the middle of nowhere. The closest city is like an hour away.”

    Even if they were able to pinpoint the exact location and made their way there, it had already been near a day since the plane went missing and if they needed ground crews to drive out there…neither one of them wanted to voice their thoughts because, well, could there still be anyone to even rescue?

    “I should…” Kermit choked, clearing his throat quickly. “I need to call Piggy’s family.”

    We’re Piggy’s family,” Gonzo argued.

    “Yeah,” Kermit agreed, reaching out to pick up the phone. “But her siblings need to know. Her mother…”

    Piggy was not close to her family, having all but estranged herself from most. It was a sore point to even bring them up, especially after the disastrous turn her nephews had taken on one of their last shows.

    “She’s not gonna like that.”

    “Well, Piggy’s not here right now, is she!?” the frog exclaimed, shocking himself and Gonzo. He quickly hung up the phone, surprised when he realized that his shout had brought him out of his seat to a standing position.

    Gonzo, who had been leaning against the desk, suddenly stood straight and looked at the producer; Kermit was sure he was about to get read the riot act for his insensitive comment. Instead, Gonzo asked, “Do you wanna get out here?”

    Kermit didn’t hesitate, nodding his head and following the writer out of his office and heading down the hallway towards the exit. Kermit, in a rare display of actually having his phone, made a quick phone call as the two headed out into the California sun. “Tavern,” he said, once the other line picked up. “Five minutes.”

    While Kermit was calling, Gonzo was texting, though his text was as equally short as the frog’s phone call.

    Gonzolito: We’re heading over.

    Brown Ears: Door’s unlocked.

    Their destination only took them across the street, to that of Rowlf’s Tavern. Owned by their former pianist, Rowlf’s had become an obvious hangout for everyone across the street at Up Late, no doubt because of who the owner was. It wasn’t uncommon for Rowlf to comp them drinks from time to time, usually using some of his former cast members as test dummies for drink combinations.

    As soon as the bartender had heard about two of his friends going missing, he had closed up the bar until further notice, wanting to give his friends a place to gather together in the case of good or bad news. Despite being across the street, Rowlf the Dog was still very much the counselor he had been known to be when he was still performing with them. Always seemingly having a sixth sense to the people and friends he worked with, the bar was already open by 10:30 that morning and as soon as he had gotten the text from Gonzo, he had three bottles of alcohol and four shot glasses sitting on the bar top.

    So he wasn’t surprised when the door opened, revealing Gonzo and Kermit as they came through the door and made a beeline for the bar. “Gentlemen,” he greeted, gesturing to the three bottles – one bottle of Patron tequila, one bottle of Stolichnaya vodka, and one bottle of Fireball whisky. “Pick your poison.”

    “Rowlf,” Kermit admonished, taking a seat at the bar. “It’s 11:30 in the morning.”

    “Kermit,” the bartender replied, sternly. Pointing to his bottle, he continued with, “Pick. Your. Poison.”

    The frog pointed to the Stoli, followed by Gonzo, causing Rowlf to nod. He put the other bottles back before pouring the vodka into the four shot glasses. “Where’s the kid?”

    “He’s coming,” Kermit said and no sooner did he then the door opened, showing the last in their small quartet.

    Scooter had literally made a run for it as soon as Kermit had called him, ignoring the four or six people that had called him as he walked by and rushed out the door. He didn’t want to talk to anyone else if he could avoid, though he knew he couldn’t completely ignore this, even if he wanted to. Ever since he had discovered that Flight 3546 had possibly been found and that there didn’t seem to be any happy ending to it, the red head was nearly inconsolable; that’s why it took Gonzo so long to get to Kermit’s office.

    Like many of them, Scooter had – was – close to both Fozzie and Piggy and the thought of losing them both hadn’t set well with him.

    As soon as he sat down, Gonzo passed over his shot glass. Scooter started to ask why they were drinking at 11:30 in the morning, but the look he got from Rowlf stopped him. Raising his glass in a silent, the bartender lead the group in their shots, throwing them back before slamming their glasses down. “Now that we’ve got some liquid courage to run with,” Rowlf began. “What’re we gonna do?”

    “What can we do?” Kermit asked, morosely.

    “So the plane crashed, okay?” Rowlf said, gently. “But we’re still not certain of how many survivors yet, right?”

    “The plane is in two!” Scooter cried out.

    “And people have walked out and survived less,” Rowlf countered. “Let’s not rule out anything just yet, okay?”

    The quartet mulled around for another fifteen minutes before Scooter felt he needed to answer the several phone calls and texts he had been receiving since he had left earlier. Combining his most ardent of callers, the manager called Janice first, knowing she’d be able to notify everyone where the three of them were, which would make giving their new details easier.

    While Scooter did that, Kermit decided to fulfill his duty and dialed a rarely used number he had stored in his phone. It rang for three times before it was answered by a gruff voice on the other end.

    “Hey Nate,” he began. “It’s Kermit.”

    “This is a surprise,” Nate replied. “I can only guess this has something to do with my dear little sister.”

    Kermit sighed. Out of her family, Pignatius, Jr. or Nate, was the only one she tolerated. Nate was the oldest, both in terms of birth order and the oldest boy – much like Kermit himself – and Piggy was next in the line as the oldest girl of the bunch, not that it did either of them any favors. Nate was probably the only one she actually liked and got along with; she had never been close to her younger sisters, who were scattered who knew where, and then there was her younger brother Hamilton.

    Kermit, who had a very close knit family, had never known there could be such strife between siblings until he had overheard a conversation between Piggy and her younger brother. Hamilton was the father of Andy and Randy, twin pigs who could give rocks a run for their money in the brain department; the diva had tried being the good sister and doting aunt by giving her nephews a job during one of their show runs. It wouldn’t be the first time they had used their positions to get family members onboard with the group.

    Scooter was the perfect and most successful of that idea, as was Robin, Kermit’s own nephew.

    But Andy and Randy were not Scooter or Robin; they weren’t even on the same level as Lew Zealand’s flying fish.

    Kermit had once walked into her dressing room and heard the partial screaming match between them, due to Piggy having her brother on speaker, however that only lasted a minute before Piggy had picked up the phone to continue the argument, before slamming it down repeatedly in her anger.


    “Kermit!” she said, spinning around to see him behind her. “Moi is glad you’re here. I have to leave, right now.”

    “Going somewhere?”

    “Actually, yes,” she responded, trying to stay calm. “I am headed to the airport, where I am going to buy a ticket to Iowa and where I get there, I’m going to murder my idiot brother! In fact, I’m gonna take Andy and Randy off your hands too because I’m going to murder them before I leave!”

    To his knowledge, though he kept her from flying back and he had been the best boyfriend ever by driving said nephews safely and alive to the airport a week later, she and Hamilton never talked to each other again.

    “Yeah,” he continued, taking a deep breath. “God Nate, I wish I was calling about something else.”

    “This doesn’t sound good.”

    “It’s not.”
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  10. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    And I is here. Pardon if I'm not completely coherent, working on sleep depravation is awful. No, not "deprivation" I can get to sleep, it's the yeck dreams I got to put up with. Which why I is here, now, at 2 AM in the morning.

    The fact that this is a Southwest flight greatly upsets me. Flew with Southwest last year, great service. They have an open seating arrangement, so long as you have a ticket for a flight, you can pick whichever seat you want and that's your seat. Plus they flew us faster to our destination, at least it felt like we got there faster.

    You just gave me a delightful image of Denise to work with in me mind's imagination thanks to Gonzo seeking an audience with His Majesty, the Frog.

    Tavern. Yes, just one word. That should be sufficient to say what I want regarding that part.
    Patron tequila, hoo boy. I is familiar with the effects that has on someone. Mom brings it out for the longerish full-family late lunch/dinner-type get-togethers. And I pretty much know she's gone when she starts to reply crankily to almost anything while laughing at the stories being told. So yeah, Ima not touching that one.
    Hey Rowlf, gimme a DVD (Death Valley Draft) instead, maybe that'll cure me insomnia.

    Intereschting schtuff with Piggy's family. Now I see why you were asking about that in the Oneshots thread. Maybe Andy & Randy learned something from working on Muppets Tonight, cause they've been kept as silent backgrounders on The Muppets so far. Spooking of, there's somebody I has to murder in my own mind.

    Might be other things I'm forgetting, but thanks for posting this. *Leaves couple of graveyard brownies for Gina.
  11. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    I know, I know, I love Southwest too, hence why I used them. It was an airline I was familiar with.

    Well, unlike the show, I'm trying to actually add her into things. Unfortunately for her, she's not gonna last long, but it kinda defeats the purpose of having Kermit be in a committed relationship with someone who isn't Piggy and not show so called relationship.

    Well, luckily they picked the vodka, but the alcohol was there for a purpose.

    Actually, Piggy's fam was gonna be used in something else, which I have decided - at some point when I finish the ever growing list of things I have - is going to be an actual Piggy Mupp Adventure instead of part of another story I had written out.

    That adventure - title not yet known - was gonna be heavy on Piggy's family and get into a little background on our Divine Miss P. Needless to say, it'll be more dramedy than the current comedic adventures Miss P usually has.

    So it's Monday and that means I have some actual work to do, but we'll see if I can put some time into the next section for you.

    And what will that feature, you say?

    Well, now that we know what the group was doing the rest of Thursday and the start of Friday, we'll check back in to our passengers on Flight 3546. Did they survive? Where exactly did they crash? What made them crash?

    Up next!

    [thank you for brownies!!!!]
  12. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Heh, actually meant I has an awesome mental fanart image of Denise now thanks to the exchange in the above posted story segment. Hope to read when you've got the next piece ready. ;)
  13. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Hello hello! Sorry for the lateness, but here's your next segment!

    50 miles outside of Eagle Mountain, CA

    Ten minutes after the crash of Flight 3546


    Not even the chirping of birds sounded in the afternoon air in the desert that surrounded the literal ghost town of Eagle Mountain, CA. Back in 1948, this was an actual town; it was the beginnings of what would turn into the Kaiser Permanente health maintenance organization, thanks in part to town founder Henry J. Kaiser. The town actually managed to last well into the 2000’s until the last of its citizens all moved on, leaving the city as a modern day ghost town.

    Several miles outside of this remote city were the remains of the former Flight 3546. After flying overhead, the plane experienced a sudden and violent fall from the sky before pilots had been able to control its descent; it wasn’t much, but enough that the continued falling was evened out and instead of smashing into the ground with the force of an explosion, the plane touched down hard before spinning, breaking apart, and both pieces coming to rest on the desert floor. Miss Piggy, star of stage and screen and current host of Up Late with Miss Piggy had closed her eyes as the plane began to fall and had been afraid to open them until they had finally stopped.

    While she had never been a religious pig by any means, the diva was convinced that she would open her eyes and she’d be surrounded by big, fluffy clouds, angels with harps, and a big pearly gate; the other option was being surrounded by fire and brimstone and every horrible nightmarish idea she could possibly imagine. But when those baby blues opened, she was neither in the clouds or down below, but still in the seat she had been in when she had first gotten on the plane. Looking around, there seemed to be light streaming in from the front of the plane, a lot more than she would have expected from when they had first entered.

    Just as everything seemed to slow down as they fell out of the sky, they seemed to speed back up, forcing her brain to catch back up to the reality. Reality told her that she had just been in a plane crash; she had just survived a plane crash. Soon, she was checking to make sure everything was where it should and nothing was damaged or bleeding…after a few pats, she realized she was fine. A quick feel of her face made her wince upon touching her left eye, but other than that, she was okay.

    Looking around to her left, she was surprised to see the two teen boys and their father that had been sitting next to her starting to stir; they also seemed to be alright. Looking back confirmed that those who had been sitting in the back were also alright. Turning quickly back to her own companions, Piggy surveyed both Fozzie and Ruby, who were coming out of their own stupors.

    “Fozzie?” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. What if he wasn’t okay? “Fozzie? Buddy, you alright?”

    “Piggy?” he groaned, his breath hitching as he tried to sit back. “Are we okay?”

    A small giggle escaped her mouth before she could stop it. “We’re okay,” she said. “Shaky and a little bruised, but definitely alright. You okay? You’re looking like Kermit on a good day.”

    Fozzie chuckled hard before he started breathing hard. “Foz?” Piggy began, rubbing his shoulder. “Foz, sweetheart, I need you to breathe.”

    “Piggy…um…don’t feel so good.”

    The diva had about two seconds to grab the complimentary heave bag before Fozzie made use of it. While the bear was emptying his stomach, Piggy looked over him at their window seat companion. “Miss Ruby, you alright?”

    The elderly Muppet nodded, slowly. “I’m fine, honey,” she whispered. “Go and see about everyone else. I got Fozzie.”

    Nodding her understanding, Piggy unbuckled her seat belt and took a breath, and made another grimace. There would definitely be a bruise across her waist, but if she was able to walk away with two bruises and a sick comic, she could live with it. Standing and stepping out into the aisle, Piggy was able to pinpoint why there was so much light within the cabin – looking out the front of the plane, there was no front of the plane to look at.

    “Holy Christ,” someone whispered behind her. Turning slightly, she could see the familiar blue polo of the head flight attendant – ironically named Stewie – who was also taking stock of the situation and the passengers. “Is everyone okay?” he called, thankfully getting affirmatives back. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Stewie asked, “Miss Piggy, are you alright?”

    “Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m okay.”

    “Where the heck is the rest of the plane?” asked Eli, who was stumbling out of his seat.

    “We have to get out of here,” Mark replied, standing and looking out the opening at the front. “There’s no telling what’ll happen if we stay in here.”

    “I got some rope,” offered Ian, who sat up a little further from the rest. “It’s repel rope actually, so it shouldn’t be too hard on the hands.”

    “We also need to find out where we are,” Stewie said.

    “We haven’t left Cali yet,” Fozzie whispered, standing shakily to his feet. He still looked pale, but he was standing and that was something.

    “How do you know?” asked Marky.

    “Please,” the diva huffed. “It’s Fozzie; he’s literally driven all of the US.” She looked at her co-star, a simple glance if Fozzie hadn’t ever seen the worry in her eyes. He nodded, confirming that he was alright, shaky, but alright.

    “He’s right,” Ian replied, looking out his window. “We’re outside Joshua Tree, you can see the park in the distance.”

    “That means we’re near the ghost town,” replied one of the flight attendant, whose name was Carrie. “I’ve been there before, once when coming back from Joshua Tree.”

    “Alright,” Stewie nodded. “First things first – everyone out of the plane. While it seems okay, we could be filling up with fuel and we don’t want to be on here if this thing goes up. Just like we described, single file to the front. Sir?” he asked, gesturing to Ian.


    “Excellent,” the flight attendant replied. “Everyone follow our new friend Ian, who will help you get down the rope. Ian, you need any help?”

    “I can give him a hand,” Mark volunteered, moving past his sons and towards the front.

    “Thank you. Last thing – is there perhaps a doctor onboard?”

    “I used to be a nurse,” one woman said, raising her hand in the air.

    “That’ll work,” Stew said. “Alright everyone, let’s get out of here.”


    Twenty minutes later, everyone was off the plane and on the ground. Astonishingly, thirty-nine out of forty-one passengers managed to get off; everyone but the pilots were accounted for. The front half of the plane had broken off and was sitting a few yards away, just as silent as their half was. After about five minutes to see what would happen to either portion, it was decided that people needed to see if the pilots were okay.

    While Mark, Ian, Marky, and Stewie tended with that, Sarah – the former nurse who had been picked as their doctor – was assisting to those who had been injured. Again, just as miraculously as all passengers surviving the crash, most only had some minor injuries or discomfort from the pressures of the fall. She confirmed Piggy’s guess that her left eye was swollen, probably from either hitting the seat in front of her or having the oxygen mask swing her face; Fozzie, like many of the passengers, would need to deal with a slight concussion.

    Fortunately, it seemed like the number of adults onboard were also parents – there was only two families that had children under the age of eight – so they had various band-aids and aspirin, which helped to supplement the airline first aid kit they were already using.

    “There you go, Miss Piggy,” Sarah replied, handing the diva back her bag of ice. Piggy elected to go last, letting everyone else go ahead of her in terms of getting looked it; in fact, she’d gently given Fozzie a push before her to make sure he was fine. “None the worse for wear, though you’ve got a shiner to write home about.”

    “Must be Thursday then,” she chuckled.

    “You get into fights often on a Thursday?” asked Chaz, another passenger whom Sarah had roped into being her nursing assistant.

    “No,” came the retort. “But I don’t often get into plane crashes either, so…”

    “Hey,” called a man named David Gillespie, whom everyone called Gill. “Stupid question -” Holding up his cell phone, he continued with, “Anyone getting a signal?”

    Most checked and were disheartened to discover that no one had any signal to speak of. “You would think between a national park and a ghost town, you’d get something,” Sarah grumbled.

    “Here’s something else to ponder,” Rachel began, leaning closer to the group. “Seeing as we just fell from the sky, with no warning, what’re the chances we’re gonna be rescued today?”

    “What’re you saying?” asked Chaz.

    “My brother watches all of those air crash mystery shows,” she went on. “And sometimes, when something sudden like this happens, it can take hours or even days for them to find survivors. Sometimes, they aren’t in time.”

    “Alright, stop it,” Piggy hissed, nodding her head to Fozzie, who had made a whimper on the girl’s last sentence. “You’re gonna upset the boy. Don’t let the tie and hat fool you; he is a child. Secondly, with exception to the pilots, everyone has survived, minor injuries which we’ve just fixed, so unless someone isn’t saying anything, Moi highly doubts we’ll all be dropping like flies.

    “Third, all of us were headed somewhere. Work, home, engagements, whatever. And unless you were headed past Phoenix, even if you were headed past Phoenix, someone will have been notified. Moi guarantees you that in about ten minutes, our radio gig is going to call back to the studio to say we haven’t shown up and after Kermit throws his ‘I knew I shouldn’t have let the two of them go alone’, he’s going to call the airline and find out what happened.”

    “Not sure if you know this,” Fozzie piped up. “But Kermit the Frog is a worrier. He worries. Like a lot.”

    “And normally,” the diva continued. “While we’re worried he’s gonna worry himself into an early grave, today he’s gonna worry himself into our rescue.”

    “Diva’s got a point,” replied Richie, an LA businessman who had been headed to Phoenix for work. “I’m supposed to be in a meeting today and if I don’t show up, they’ll know something’s wrong. Can you imagine what’ll happen when the stars of Up Late with Miss Piggy don’t show up for their show tonight? I’m surprised TMZ hasn’t shown up yet.”

    “Let’s not add more trouble,” Piggy muttered.

    “Richie’s right,” Ruby said, patting the young man on the hand. “Anyone who was expecting us will get worried and start to look for us.”

    “And the tower,” Fozzie added. “Depending on what the last communication was between them and the pilots, they may already have helicopters looking for us, especially when we don’t touch down in Phoenix.”

    “He’s right,” Sarah said. “We were only a few minutes late before and now we’re bordering on the hour mark. We aren’t gonna be here forever. Watch, I bet we’ll be out of here before dinner.”

    Instinctively, the passengers knew rescue was at hand and there shouldn’t be any worries. However, when afternoon turned into evening and even turned into night, the hope of rescue began to slowly slip away.


    By the middle of Friday afternoon, it was very clear that no one was about to work at Up Late, not when they all seemed to be crammed inside Rowlf’s Tavern across the street. Mayhem guitarist Janice Bennington had all but rallied everyone still left in the studio to follow her and Floyd over to the Tavern, where Scooter, Gonzo, and Kermit seemed to be holed up.

    Janice was every bit the sunshine kid she had been when she was little. Very few things could bring her down from the mellow that was her cloud of awesome, but she would be lying if this thing with Piggy and Fozzie wasn’t harshing that. She wasn’t like bestest friends with either of them the way Kermit and Gonzo were, but they were all tight; Fozzie was a sweetheart who could give anyone a laugh and Piggy was tough as nails, strong woman, hear her roar! It was a totally downer to think about them being gone, even more so to see the way it was affecting their leader.

    So when Scooter went flying past her without a word – which was totally not like her little brother in arms – she and Floyd knew something was up. Her man may not admit it, but he loved getting Piggy’s goat and the fact that she gave as good as she got made their weird game worth it. He may not have been visually as upset as Kermit was, but Floyd would totally be bummed if he lost his favorite sparring partner.

    It only took like ten minutes since Scooter finally called back that she and the others were charging through the doors, the quartet inside not at all surprised by their arrival.

    “I see you brought the cavalry,” Scooter quipped, barely finishing the sentence before Janice had him wrapped up in a hug. She may not have been best friends with their missing members, but it was so very easy to replace them with others and Janice knew she would just curl up and sob if anything ever happened to Floyd and Scooter.

    “Of course, honey bunny,” the guitarist cooed and dropping a loud smack to the red head’s cheek. “I couldn’t let the four of you be harsh your mellows by yourselves.”

    “Hey Jani, how come you never call me honey bunny?” Gonzo pouted, playfully.

    It was amazing at how well they could pull themselves together, even in the worse situations, but that’s who the Muppets were. If they had to put on the show, the show would go on, even if that show was for the other’s benefits. Gonzo didn’t like being that dark place of sorrow and sadness, so if pretending to flirt with Janice would help put a smile on everyone’s faces, that’s what he would do.

    And it worked, at least surface wise. He and Floyd cracked wise over who’s girlfriend Janice was, so if her hug was a little tighter and longer, that was okay, but at this point, they didn’t need to say anything to just get it. Janice didn’t need to hug Kermit, because they both knew that while they bickered back and forth and could grind each other’s gears, everyone in that room loved Fozzie and they loved Piggy and they loved everyone in that room.

    But she did hug him because that’s who Janice was. And while their leader was the king of pick me up speeches, sometimes even your leader needs reassurance.

    “Don’t worry, Boss Man,” she whispered, against his cheek. “Everything’s gonna work out okay, you’ll see.”

    And if the hands of fate didn’t intervene at that moment by sending a call to Scooter’s phone. “Hey guys, hold it down!” he shouted, pulling his phone from his pocket. He had been expecting calls all day, from the network, the parent company, and everyone in between trying to fan the fires of having a missing star and her co-host seemingly lost in a plane crash. The news had already gotten word that the plane was missing, but thankfully no one had leaked who had been on it, however this morning’s report that there wasn’t a new Up Late the night before had been a little troubling.

    The name and number on his screen gave him a bit of a pause – he hadn’t really exactly on the up and up when it came to getting his information. True, his first knowledge of Flight 3546 going had come from the news, but it was actually someone else he had gotten it from. His secret source was so secret, the others didn’t even know about her yet and he told Kermit and Piggy just about everything. But appearances were everything – Piggy taught him that.

    “Grosse,” he greeted, holding his breath. There was news and he literally braced himself for the horribleness of it. “What?” he asked, the wind knocked out of him. “Uh…when? Where?” Casting his eyes to the clock that sat on the wall above the bar, he noted the time. It was a little after three and if he heard right, they could make it to the hospital…

    “What hospital?” he asked, hurriedly. Snapping his fingers at Gonzo, he sputtered, “Cedars-Sinai. Okay, thanks!” Hanging up, he realized the entire bar had gone silent during his conversation and everyone was looking at him.

    “Well?” Rizzo asked, impatiently.

    “They…they found them,” he whispered. “They’re…they’re air-vac’d them about…forty-five minutes ago? If we go now, we’ll probably meet them there.”

    “And our pig and bear?” Dr. Teeth asked, hesitantly.

    “Fine,” Scooter laughed. “I think. I mean, some injuries, but everyone’s good. And I…seriously mean that. Every passenger on that plane is fine.”

    A loud cheer went up, the worry and tension that had been in the air seemed to explode, leaving only the happiness at knowing that not only were their friends okay, but so were their fellow passengers. “C’mon Scooter,” called Gonzo, running past the manager, keys in hand, and Kermit and Rowlf right behind him. “We gotta go!”


    Rowlf tossed the tavern keys to the bassist, calling to him to ‘lock up’ when he was done. It was totally, probably, most likely the most irresponsible thing ever to leave a non-employee and non-manager behind to watch over his Tavern, but Rowlf trusted his friends and he certainly trusted Floyd to run things while he was gone. Besides, co-owner counted for something and this was a celebration.
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  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Well, you know what they say... Any landing you can walk away from.
    Ms. Ruby's a Whatnot? And here I thought her as human.
    Er, which eye is it that Piggy got a shiner? You kind of contradicted yourself from the reveal to when Sara treated her for it later.
    Joshua Tree National Park. Heh, I think we visited that, but I could be wrong since that trip was almost thirty years ago. Then again, I knows it because of the PBS Carmen Sandiego game show episode and because it's namesake Joshua Tree is also named a boojum as a reference to a character from the more obscure works of Louis Carroll.
    Incidently, boojums are originally meant to be invisible snarks, though they're depicted as banshees in American McGee's Alice.

    *Can automatically picture :sing: as bartending behind the counter at Rowlf's Tavern.
    Good stuff, thanks for posting.
  15. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Miss Ruby went from human to whatnot. Last minute change. I decided to make a mix of it, so that the Muppets aren't just Muppets hanging out in Cali.

    Blah, again another change. It was originally going to be the right, but as I was typing it, I went over all the times she's chopped someone and I believe she's left handed. There's a joke about it in the next segment, but it should be the left.

    Unless she's ambidextrous, then...we'll go with the right.

    Could you, would you change any occurrence of her having the black eye to her left eye, por favors?

    You know, I've pretty much slotted Floyd as a bartender several times, this being the third. The first time was...I believe during the Thanksgiving dinner from 2-Ball (yes, I'll get back to this), second was Gonzo and Fozzie mentioning that Floyd was Gonzo's 'bar buddy' in my most recent one shot, and now this.

    I was thinking Floyd was a bartender in his past life and is fairly responsible enough to hand out drinks - or take them away - from anyone who asks, so Rowlf letting him bartend - which I'm sure is probably frowned on, if not outright illegal - wouldn't be surprising.

    But that's also why I threw in the comment that Floyd was also part - if not silent - owner; I can't imagine Rowlf puppy starting a bar and not having his friends back him up on it.

    So what's up next when I have the time?

    We'll get a reunion at the hospital, we'll learn the fate of the pilots, and we could get a visit from the NTSB.

    Following all of that, we'll see the aftermath of a near death experience, while one set of Muppets get closer, another set falls apart.

    Stay tuned!
  16. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Made the change as requested.

    Smart to have Whatnots mixed in with regular humans with the rest of the Muppet crew. After all, we do have Debbie (a Whatnot version of Muppet Studios VP Debbie McClellan) who was swept away by Thor's brother in Ep 103.

    Maybe it's because :sing: has the signature Jerry Nelson mustache and ponytail hairdo that make me easily imagine him or his namesake Muppet as bartenders. That, or I'm just overimposing the stereotype of Bubba from the Doghouse Bar as seen in Dog City from the JHH. Odd, since like I've said elsewhere I purrsonally purrfer cats.
  17. AlittleMayhem

    AlittleMayhem Well-Known Member

    Goodness this is a tense and emotional read!

    Not that I want to make comparisons to the show's lack of compassion and family but man I really missed that and it's so great to see Piggy being as nice as she can with Fozzie and everyone being worried about them!

    Looking forward to the next instalment!
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  18. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    Apparently watching Air Crash Disasters makes for some mean muse thought writing! LOL

    I'm liking the show, but as many have mentioned/said/argued, it's not what we're used to in like TMS or the movies, where we get more of a camaraderie than we get from the current show. However, as I've mentioned, we've only gotten four episodes; we seem to be forgetting that season 1 wasn't as tight as we might be remembering and this is true for a lot of hit shows that didn't become hits until much later.

    I do think they overcorrected for a lot of folks, like Kermit and Piggy, to make it more 'adult'. The best way is for our current writers to 1. go back to their original source material (TMS, movies) and 2. pay attention to the reviews they're getting. So far, I've been seeing a clear 70/30 in unhappiness with the show; not that they need to go back to the drawing board, but a lot it has been mostly "the Muppets don't seem to like each other or themselves", which is the opposite of what we know.

    Okay, enough about that! Next up - an extra long section!
  19. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    So, I actually had a post for you, but thought it too short, so I have an extra long one for you!

    In case you're just catching up, here's the obligatory mid-story summary:

    On what should have been a routine trip, Flight 3546 crashes in the middle of the California desert. On board, 5 crew members and 36 passengers, including Miss Piggy and Fozzie Bear. In our last segment, the Muppet gang have just learned that after nearly 36 hours, the remnants of the plane have been found, along with some survivors.

    And now...

    The scene at Cedar-Sinai was organized chaos, as family and friends of the passengers and crew arrived to see about the safety of their loved ones. By now, the major media outlets had learned about the crash and were actively hovering outside when Gonzo had pulled up in front of the hospital; fortunately, they hadn’t heard about the passengers on the flight, but it wouldn’t be long until the word that Piggy and Fozzie had been on would leak.

    Worse was they still weren’t sure who exactly had made it out. While the word that most passengers had made it out alive, there was still speculation that passengers could have been injured or had badly those injuries were.

    While the media wasn’t allowed to be parked in front of the ER, they were still in front of the doors, just yards away so that ambulances could get through; should they see four Muppets head in, it would be over before they could figure out the situation themselves. It was dire enough to elicit a curse from Gonzo when he saw the group before putting the car into reverse and parking elsewhere in the hospital parking lot, the idea being they’d enter in through a man hospital door and make their way to the emergency room.

    The Muppets were known to do a number of charities, especially those that were based on helping and brightening the days of patients in the hospital, so their arrival wouldn’t be so surprising. They hoped.

    Reaching the ER, they were immediately directed to a sitting room where the other family and friends were. A few people were surprised to see the four Muppets appear in the room, but the concern for their loved ones overrode their curiosity. It still took another thirty minutes before a doctor entered their area to give an update – all thirty-six passengers were alright, as were the three flight attendants; sadly, the pilots did not make it out alive and had perished in the crash. Aside from a few minor injuries, which seemed to have gotten attention while the group awaited rescue, everyone was fine.

    Most of the passengers were already checking out, though the passengers who had taken young children with them wanted to be sure their child was perfectly fine before leaving. The group as a whole was lead as a whole down the hallway towards the checkout station, with many families being reunited as they entered; many of the passengers were or had been checked out from ER and were just waiting for family or friends to arrive.

    It took a few minutes before the group was able to spot the bear and pig, who were doing what they did best – performing for those passengers who had waiting around to either leave or be checked out; Fozzie was entertaining a group of passengers, while Piggy seemed to be telling some elaborate fairy tale to a small group of children who had been cleared.



    Both turned, happy to see their own family and friends appearing alongside the others. Hugs were thrown all around, until they just ended up in large group hug, while injuries were assessed – Fozzie was cleared with a minor concussion and a few stitches to the right of his head, while the puffiness of Piggy’s left eye had gone down, though it was definitely a shiner to home to.

    “We’re alright,” she confirmed.

    “You sure?” Kermit asked, placing his hand on her cheek.

    “What happened to your eye?” asked Gonzo.

    Chuckling, the diva replied, “Well, you’ve been telling me for years that I have a wicked left hook, well…you weren’t lying.”

    “That’ll teach ya for beating up on yourself,” Rowlf joked, causing the group the laugh.


    Two hours later, the group were gathered over at Gonzo’s house in West Hollywood, almost on automatic as it was Gonzo who had been driving. He had purchased the house earlier that year, excitedly inviting everyone over nearly every weekend since he bought, a drastic difference between the little apartment he had in South Gate.

    Fozzie had conked out within the first thirty minutes after they had arrived and it was clear that Piggy was doing her best to fight off her own fatigue. She had been fairly tight lipped on what exactly had happened, which wasn’t like her to not share some harrowing story in which she may have been the star; however, it was obvious that she was tired, so they let it go for the moment.

    A chirp from Scooter’s phone alerted him to a new text message, this one from Janice. “Kermit, do you have your phone?” he asked.

    Kermit patted himself down before looking around the living room for it and not having any luck. “Uh…no?”

    Stopping himself from rolling his eyes, the red head said, “Janice has your phone. You left it at Rowlfie’s on the bar top.” Handing the frog his own phone, he continued with, “And you should probably call your girlfriend. She’s looking for you.”

    A look of concerned fear crossed the frog’s face as he reached for his manager’s phone, as Piggy stated, “You should put that fire out before you flame out.”

    Standing as he dialed Denise’s number, Kermit moved past her, saying, “Will someone please make sure she falls asleep?”

    “’M not tired,” came the grumpy response.

    “C’mere, kitten,” Rowlf said, throwing his arm around the diva’s shoulders and pulling her to lean against him. “You owe me a hug.”

    “’M not sleeping, Rowlfie,” she grumbled, despite snuggling against the pianist’s shoulder.

    “I know you’re not,” was his response, attaching a brotherly kiss to the side of her head.

    Kermit stood in the kitchen, waiting for his girlfriend to answer the phone, finally getting her on the third ring. “Hey,” he said.

    “Hey,” came the greeting. “Are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Where are you?”

    The frog grimaced at the shaky tone in her words; he hadn’t meant to worry her and he probably should have called, if he had realized he didn’t have his phone. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, sheepishly. “I guess I left my phone when I left the Tavern. I just realized it now when Janice texted Scooter; I’m using his phone actually.”

    “Oh,” Denise sighed. “So you’re with Scooter still?”

    “Yeah,” he said. “We’re over here at Gonzo’s; Fozzie and Piggy are okay, thankfully, so was everyone else. All passengers accounted for, but the pilots didn’t make it.”

    “How sad,” the pig whispered. “So Fozzie and Piggy are okay then?”

    Kermit let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah,” he said. “Slight concussion and a few stitches for the bear and a nice shiner for the pig, but nothing too drastic.”

    “That’s good,” the manager sighed, happily. “Very good. I’m glad. For them and you.”

    The frog couldn’t help but blush; his girlfriend had been a brick about this, letting him worry about the fates of his friends for two days without complaint. He would definitely have to make it up to her. “Are you coming over?”

    Just not tonight.

    “Uh,” he started. “Probably not. I think…I think we’ll make likely stay, you know, make sure they’re okay for the night.”

    “And they need you there?”

    “I can’t leave my best friends.”

    There was a lull in the conversation, something that neither person wanted to address or get into. “No, you can’t,” Denise whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

    “Um…not sure, actually,” Kermit admitted. “I’ll uh…I’ll give you a call. Well…just in case, it might be coming from Scooter’s phone. I’ll have to get mine from Janice hopefully before Monday.”

    “Alright,” came the sigh, which Kermit could hear had a slight disappointed huff to it. “Call me when you can.”

    “I’ll make this up to you,” he said, hurriedly. “I promise.”

    “I know you will,” she replied. “Have a good night, Kermit.”



    A little under a week after the crash, the studio set received some unusual visitors, that of two agents from National Transportation Safety Board or the NTSB. The NTSB was originally created in 1940 under another name before becoming the official independent body in 1974, investigating transportation accidents in the US, as well as assisting other transportation boards in other countries.

    As part of the investigation process, the NTSB had a go team that looked at every aspect of the crash – from the time of the flight to the crash itself, all in the effort to discover what made the plane go down. In many cases, there are no passengers or witnesses to tell investigators what had happened, leaving only the evidence from the crash to help piece together. In the case of Flight 3546, every passenger and the cabin crew were alive, which would help them understand what was going on in the cabin, however with the deaths of both the captain and the co-pilot, finding out what was going on in the cockpit would need to be left up to the cockpit voice recorder and the flight data recorder.

    The investigation was already under pressure to discover how a 737, one of the most popular Boeing models had crashed and how had all passengers and cabin crew survive, but the pilots did not; added to this was the fact that the media had now gotten word of who was on the plane, namely the host and announce of Up Late with Miss Piggy. The two agents needed to get through a swarm of reporters who were outside the studio gates, hoping to get one or more of the Muppets to speak with them.

    Inside the studio, it was pretty much standard as usual, though not for everyone. Kermit was starting to grow increasingly worried, but not about the person he thought he’d be worried about; Fozzie, who had gotten a slight concussion, had been the first on his mind. His best bear friend hated flying, almost bordering on phobia levels and the frog was certain that the comic would be suffering terribly after the ordeal. Ironically, Fozzie seemed fine, more than fine. He was pretty much back to his old self by the time they started their work week on Monday.

    Piggy, whom Kermit had assumed would be able to handle the aftermath, was the one he actually was worried about. The normally very outgoing and attention seeking diva seemed more withdrawn than Kermit had ever seen her before, so much so that by Wednesday, he needed to actually find out why.

    The only way he could even do that was to corner her in her dressing room, probably her most private sanctuary besides her own home. Both were places Kermit was very familiar with, so it was completely disconcerting when even he was being denied inside, which of course started an argument.

    “Kermit, I really don’t have time right now.”

    Clue number two – Piggy rarely broke her diva persona, unless she was under emotional stress.

    “Well, you’re making time,” he said, following her inside and closing the door behind him. Reaching out to grab her hand, Kermit pulled her to face him. “Hey,” he whispered, giving her hands a squeeze. “It’s me.” Sweeping some of her hair from her neck, he continued with, “Don’t you think I’d be the first person to notice if something’s wrong?”

    Letting out a heavy sigh, Piggy ran a hand over her face. “Of course you would,” she said. “It’s…it’s really nothing, Kermit. I’m just…I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping and having the media camped outside my gate isn’t helping matters.”

    “Then we’ll fix it,” he said. “We’ll get Scooter to make up some joint statement, you and Fozzie face the media, tell them you’re okay, and it’ll be over. Alright?” The diva nodded, tiredly. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

    Shaking her head, Piggy took a deep breath and Kermit could literally see Miss Piggy coming back to life. “Just restless,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. A knock on the door prevented whatever comment Kermit had prepared. “Entre.”

    Surprisingly, it was Denise whose head popped through the door, causing the current occupants to take a few steps away from each other. “Hey,” Kermit said, smiling nervously. “You looking for me?”

    “No, actually,” the marketing manager began. “Scooter texted you; there’s a couple of guys from the safety board that need to talk to you. About the crash.”

    “Oh,” Piggy said, nodding quickly. “Yeah, no, that’s…that’s fine. Moi is more than happy to talk to them. Does…does Fozzie know?”

    “Not sure,” Denise said, shrugging. “But they’re right here.” The brunette pointed behind her to the two investigators that stood behind her.

    “Do you need me to stay?” whispered Kermit.

    “No,” she sighed, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s…it’s fine. But…vous could find our furry comic friend, s’il vous plait?”

    Kermit nodded. “Oui,” he answered back, probably the only thing he actually knew in French. “I’ll…go find Fozzie then.”

    Giving her one last concerned look, Kermit made his way out while the two NTSB investigators made their way in, closing the door behind them, leaving the frog staring longingly at the closed door. “She’ll be fine,” Denise said, seeing the look on her boyfriend’s face. “Piggy’s the toughest gal around, like nails. I’m sure she can handle those two. I’d actually be more worried about the investigators.”

    If she had hoped the joke would elicit a laugh, she was disappointed, though a small quirk of his lips showed he at least appreciated the commentary. “Yeah,” he whispered, still gazing at the door. “Yeah, you’re right.”

    But he didn’t really feel that way.


    There is a ride at both Disneyland and Disney World called the Tower of Terror, an accelerated drop tower ride that was located in Disneyland’s California Adventure, within Hollywood Land. Piggy had gone on it, just once, after a dare from Gonzo; never one to let Gonzo have the last word, she went on with Gonzo, Floyd, Janice, and Rowlf, leaving Kermit and Fozzie to shake their heads at them, thinking they were completely crazy.

    Which she obviously was, because she let Gonzo talk her into several rides while they were there.

    The Tower of Terror did nothing to prepare her for actual falling from a large height. Simulated as a 13 story building, Tower of Terror had a drop of 139 feet; Flight 3546 was falling from a height of 35,000 feet and it didn’t seem to be stopping. It was the same feeling she had from that park ride, the exception being she had lived after getting off the ride – she and Janice had hit Gonzo within an inch of his life, laughing and crying at the same time and still shaking with adrenaline.

    This wasn’t a ride however, and Piggy was pretty sure that she and everyone onboard were going to die. And that’s when she started to panic – she didn’t want to die! She still had a ton of things to do in her life – she was still single, she hadn’t gotten married yet, she hadn’t had children yet! And she had a lot of regrets – she wouldn’t see her family again, as much as they fought and argued, she didn’t want to die and have her family think she totally hated them. She didn’t, she didn’t really!

    She loved her brothers! They drove her crazy and she was likely to kill one or both of them, but they were her brothers and she did love them.

    And then there were the idiots she worked with.

    Oh God, she was going to get Fozzie Bear killed! If his mother wasn’t already dead, she would kill her. Actually, there was a pretty good chance Ma Bear would be waiting for them and she’d be kicking Piggy down from Heaven to the underworld.

    Had she ever told Scooter how much she loved him? Did he even know he was the bestest friend she had ever and would ever had? The dark apprentice to her dark master, as his beloved Star Wars movies would dictate; her constant partner in crime in all her schemes, the boy that had grown up before their eyes…god, his parents would be so proud of him, his uncle too, to see the sweet, intelligent, funny, nerdy kid.

    Or the Mayhem. Was there a better band in the world? Maybe, but they weren’t the Mayhem and she had gotten lucky to get them as her house band. The whole group was great, but she couldn’t remember if she ever told them that. Did they know? Did they know that Dr. Teeth’s exuberance always brightened her day, that Animal had been a valuable watch dog when she needed it, that Janice was probably the only woman she knew that never expected Piggy to be anyone else but Piggy, or that the ribbing she and Floyd did always kept her on her toes?

    When was the last time she had told Rowlfie he was the brother she needed in an unfamiliar state with unfamiliar people? That his advice had always kept her from making colossal mistakes? That sometimes he knew Kermit better than anyone and that had been so helpful when trying to navigate her relationship with him?

    And Gonzo. That lunatic could drive her crazy better than anyone, but he could be the sweetest person in the world. How many times had she needed to stop him from putting his fist in Kermit’s face on her behalf? Oh, she was sure some of that was because he did have feelings for her and she couldn’t lie; there were times when the thought of dating Gonzo had outweighed dating Kermit.

    Had she ever told him that? That once upon a time, she had felt a similar attraction to him as he did to her – they both held a dangerous aspect to their character, though whether it was mostly an act or not, she was never sure. But Gonzo had definitely been on a short list of potential love interests should Kermit never notice her.


    They had settled into a nice, friendly pattern, but she couldn’t help that her heart broke every time she saw him with Denise. She loved him, was still very much in love with him, and while it was clear he was over her, Piggy didn’t think she’d ever be over him and now she was going to die and he would never know.

    She was a terrible girlfriend, a horrible friend, and an even worse sister, daughter, niece, aunt, and everything in between and she was going to die without the ability to change.

    And then, the falling stopped.

    Which didn’t matter, as the diva was now having a heart attack. Or an aneurysm, if the blood coming from her nose was any indication.

    She turned to look at Fozzie, perhaps to tell him goodbye, because she was going to die, but Fozzie didn’t respond to her call. In fact, he seemed very unconscious, dead maybe? Before she could tell him she was sorry and apologize to his mother for not keeping a better eye on him, they were falling again and then they were spinning and Piggy was back to apologizing to every single person she knew.

    And then they stopped.

    They had landed. They had landed…and Piggy was the only person alive.

    “Fozzie?” she asked, shaking his shoulder, with no response.

    “Did you kill my boy?”

    Looking up, Piggy was startled to see Fozzie’s mother standing in the aisle next to her. “What?” she asked. “No!”

    “You knew how much he hated to fly,” the mama bear insisted. “And you let him fly and now he’s dead.”

    “I didn’t…” Piggy sputtered. “Kermit’s the one who booked this gig!”

    “It’s always someone else, isn’t it?” the bear asked. “As long as the mighty Miss Piggy isn’t touched…”

    “That’s not true!” the diva shouted. “I loved Fozzie!”

    “Oh, just like you love the others, huh?”


    Turning to her right, the being that had been Fozzie Bear was now replaced with an eerie, burning skeleton. “Am I dead?”

    Shutting her eyes tightly, Piggy tried to block the image of a burning, deathly bear, and could feel herself falling again, this time more steeply than before, taking her breath away, and causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest. In fact, it was beating so hard and so loudly, it felt as though it had literally pounded itself out of her chest and stealing her breath with it…

    Blue eyes opened to stare in the dark of the room, before they began to look around wildly. I’m in my room, it’s just my room, but the thought seemed muddled; no matter what she did, she couldn’t separate herself from being in that plane, couldn’t stop the feeling of falling, the bright light from the sun…she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe and she was having a heart attack. She couldn’t breathe, she was having a heart attack, she was shaking, and she was crying, and she was losing her mind.

    She wasn’t sure how long it took, but at some point, she had slid from the bed and was sitting on the floor, trying to breathe normally, and calm her heart down. Blindly searching for her phone, it took Piggy at least five minutes to grab it and check the time, shaking as she was. She wasn’t sure what number of nightmare this was, but this was the third time it had awoken her in a panic, though this one was the worst yet. The previous times she had been able to calm herself, chalk it up to just a bad dream, and doing a few things to take her mind off seemed to help and she had gone back to sleep.

    This dream however had been different, as she hadn’t ever seen a…shaking her head, she tried to stop the images that were still fresh in her head, something that closing her eyes didn’t seem to help. Phone in her lap, Piggy had been a little surprised to see that Fozzie’s name and contact info was now showing on her screen, as though she had been about to call him.

    “Did you kill my boy?”

    “Am I dead?”

    Moaning in distress, Piggy quickly canceled out of the contact, bringing it back to her most recent and favorite list. Almost immediately, she tapped on the card for Kermit before hitting the call option. It rang a few times and just when the diva was sure he wasn’t going to answer and she would have to wake up Scooter or maybe Gonzo, she heard the sleepy, “Lo?”

    “Kermit? Kermit, I…”

    It was starting again and she could feel the drop and the spin and she was going to die…

    “Piggy? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

    They were falling and they were going to hit the ground and would break into a million pieces…

    “Piggy? Baby, I need you to breathe. Just nice and slow, honey.”

    It took ten minutes to even out her breathing, but it didn’t feel as though she was choking to death and her heart wasn’t trying to escape from her chest. Kermit could hear she was still breathing heavy, but it wasn’t the hyperventilation level he heard when she first called. “Alright?” he asked.


    “Give me five minutes, okay?”


    Fifteen minutes later found Piggy sitting on her couch when Kermit walked in. At a little before three in the morning, both of them should have been in bed, sleeping, and the frog was pretty sure when – or if – he told his current girlfriend about this, she would say the same thing. But Denise didn’t have to listen to the very clear panic that had been in Piggy’s voice and he wasn’t about to just leave her like that. It didn’t take him long to reach the house they had once shared, her pride and joy he had once joked.

    Despite no longer being a couple, he still had the house keys, just as she had the keys to his apartment; emergency reasons, they had stated. Just in case. Scooter had keys to their places, Kermit had an extra to Fozzie’s apartment, it was normal, of course.

    “Hey,” he greeted, walking past her to sit beside her on the couch. She had been leaning forward, elbows on her knees, with her head resting in her hands, but now Kermit was trying to coax her to lay down. It was a testament of just how tired and stressed she was that it only took a few tugs before she complied, letting her head rest in lap, with his arm slung loosely over her upper chest.

    “Hi,” he said, smiling slightly when she looked up at him.

    “Hey,” she replied, weakly.

    “You alright?”

    “Incredibly tired,” she sighed. “Just a few bad dreams.”

    “Doesn’t sound like a few,” he whispered. “Gonna tell me?”

    Piggy shook her head. “Not now, at least,” she said. “Probably should’ve had you with me during that interview.”

    “Pretty bad?”

    “No,” she replied. “Just very detailed.”

    “I thought Fozzie was supposed to be with you.”

    “He was, but he ended up getting waylaid by his girlfriend over something. He didn’t get there until I was nearly finished.”

    Kermit took a deep breath, a few choice words for Fozzie shifting through his brain. “Kermit, please don’t be mad at Fozzie.” It was only the hitch of her voice made him take notice that this didn’t seem to be a normal request.

    “I’m not,” he insisted, pushing her bangs off her forehead. “Sweetheart, I’m not, okay?”

    It was nearly four in the morning before Piggy managed to calm herself down to the point where she could actually go to sleep. Kermit, wanting to ensure that she would indeed go to bed and not do anything else, literally tucked her into bed, sitting next to her to make sure her eyes were at least closed before he left.

    “You need to go to bed,” she said, sleepily.

    “So do you,” he retorted. “Now you’re all tucked in, I told you about the time I left Jimmy on a floating mattress, and I think you already had some water, so you should be asleep before I leave.”

    He smiled at the giggle he elicited. “Aye, aye, captain.”

    “Gonna be alright?” she nodded.

    “Thank you,” came the whisper. Squeezing the hand that held hers, she swallowed deeply. “I love you.”

    “I love you, too,” he said. “Always. I’d do anything for you.”

    “Even show up at my house at 3am?”

    “Even that,” he said. Leaning over, he kissed her lightly, whispering “Go to sleep” before delivering a goodbye kiss to her forehead. Standing, he began to leave with, “I don’t want to see you until 10 o’clock.”

    “Yes sir.”

    With that, Kermit took his leave, hoping he could get a few hours’ sleep before he needed to be at his own office.
  20. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Thankses for posting this.

    *Wonders if Kermit made it up to Denise, I'm liking her more and more through these fics. And I'd rully hate for her to have to go through the brakeup which we all know is coming with an air of simple resignedness. Then again, her relationship to Kermit is somewhat doubtful given she's only appeared in one out of four episodes, but I'm waiting to watch the next four or batch before making such pronouncements as final.

    You know from previous posts that I sympathize with Piggy going through the sleeplessness cycle of being waked up in the early AM due to a bad story dream, the type that just keep going no matter how much you want to stop or change them, the kind that you can't scrub out of your mind after waking and have to busy yourself with something else until tiredness finally overtakes your senses.

    Rully like what you've posted here, hope to read more when possible. :)

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