I know, you're probably wondering where's that sequel for Monday Morning Meeting that I promised. Well, I did indeed start it, however this idea - which came to me because I just really wanted to use a particular song in some Muppet story - fleshed itself during a nap today and if I know my brain, it wasn't going to last long, so I started writing. And, after the weekend I had, I kinda wanted something fun and goofy to work on. So here is a new little fic called the Eight Ball Rhumba! YAAAAAAAY! Eight Ball RhumbaPrologueHe couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t truly believe what he was seeing, but there it was, in black, white, and color; with bolded letters and lines, streams of colorful and expertly placed decorative swirls that denoted to the reader that this was going to be the best thing ever and that if they were anyone, they would be there. Right there, on the flyer that was clipped to the clipboard in his hands, in what he could only imagine were the signature colors of purples and blues that must have signified the establishment, stated that the seventh annual Cool Pool Tournament semi-finals would be held this Sunday night. Starting at eight o’clock. To be seen and played at the Muppet Theatre. “I’m really sorry, Kermit.” Kermit the Frog, the head of the Muppets and the director – and some would say gatekeeper of behavior – for the Muppet Show, looked up from the beaten and battered clipboard to that of his right hand man and stage manager for the theater. His face must have shown the shock and surprise that he felt, because the stage manager sagged once again, the first time being when he had presented the frog with the clipboard in the first place. Kermit wasn’t really sure what emotion he was even feeling at the moment; surprise that there was a pool tournament scheduled on the same night, at the same time, on the same stage that they would be holding a show? Shock that his assistant – usually so efficient and overly ahead of schedule that Kermit was sure that he had their entire schedules planned out for several years – had made such a huge error in judgment? “I really am sorry, Boss,” Scooter Grosse again stated. Even he had been quite surprised at the error in his normally effective and highly praised work. When he had first approached his boss about renting out the theater while they were in their downtime, he had thought it would only be for the short time that they were on hiatus. The ultimate idea, of course, was to use that as an excuse to rent out the theater in the case they did another movie; it meant extra revenue to cover their normal expenses, like production costs, wardrobe, and hospital bills. “We can’t do this,” Kermit stated. “But we can!” the former go-fer insisted. “Kermit, we can’t cancel both events! You should see the ticket sales that have come in for both shows!” “Really?” the frog questioned. That did make him perk up some; goodness knew that they could always stand to get more ticket sales in order to cover the costs for production, wardrobe, and hospital bills. “The show sold a ton of tickets?” There was hesitancy in the response and Scooter hoped above anything that Kermit hadn’t noticed. “Sure,” he said, laughing slightly. “And on top of that, the tournament is a charity event, with seventy percent of the proceeds going to a charity of the winner’s choosing.” “What about…?” “I’ve already informed everyone who was scheduled that they would need to work around the pool tables on stage.” “Yeah, but…” “And I made sure as soon as I knew about the timing that everyone came in for a quick dress rehearsal,” Scooter continued. That wasn’t a complete lie; he did make sure that anyone who had an act for that week’s show was informed that there would be an obstacle of various pool tables and players. He didn’t really need to mention that he had been aware of said timing for a week and a half and that now, he was Fozzie’s official pre-joke audience for the next six months. Kermit opened his mouth to say something, but found that – as always – Scooter had managed to foresee problems and apply the needed solution before it became something bigger than it needed to be. “Alright, Scooter,” Kermit sighed. “You seem to have everything in hand, as usual.” The orange Muppet chuckled, slightly. As long as Kermit was in a good mood, hopefully… “There is one, itty bitty problem, however…” he began. “It’s not exactly a bad issue…” “I’ve never known of any good issues to happen here.” “Well…” the assistant laughed, nervously. “It’s not a good issue either, but it’s…it’s mediocre. Yeah, we’ll go with that. It’s a mediocre issue.” Kermit just looked at him suspiciously. “See, um…well…” Clearing his throat, Scooter went on with, “A few of us wanted to do our part, so we’re…sorta…participating in the tournament.” The Muppet leader didn’t think that sounded too bad; after all, he certainly wasn’t against helping out an organization, especially one that was donating or raising money for a particular charity. From the way Scooter was looking at him, he actually thought perhaps the stage manager thought he would be angry with the participation, but only at the last moment did Kermit notice two things. One, Scooter was looking at him but was always glancing at the clipboard in his hands and two, came the realization that the flyer was not the only sheet of paper on the clipboard. With careful trepidation – you always had to be careful when around certain Muppets anyways – Kermit lifted the top sheet and flipped it over to reveal what he could easily identify as Scooter’s handwriting. The second sheet was laid out in the familiar looking bracket formation that one would use for sporting events, like March Madness. A yellow post-it note was stuck to the top that denoted the acts that were not participating in the tournament; that was a bit troubling to Kermit, as there only seemed to be three acts out of the nine acts that were supposedly scheduled not planning on being in the tournament. Names of Muppets and pool players alike graced the page below the note, which were printed out on the lines, however it was Scooter’s handwriting that identified which act Muppet participants belonged to. The little fuse that kept the tight rein on Kermit’s anger, annoyance, and frustration sparked at that moment and in the time it took for Kermit to review the listings for both the doubles and the singles competition, the fuse was completely lit and headed towards the volcano like dynamite that gleefully awaited the charge. “SCOOTER!” And there you go! Hey quick question - so I've seen video of the Muppet Show intro when there's no guest star, but I don't think I've come across any episode in which the show actually didn't have a guest star. I was thinking of one in order to tie with the pool tournament, but couldn't think of someone current that also played pool off the top of my head. So the question is, were there ever episodes of TMS in which they had no guest star? Thanks.