Chapter Eleven- It was all a lie...
Before Kermoot could press his lips to hers, Poogy smacked him. She didn't mean to. It was just reflexes.
"What was that for?!" Kermoot asked.
Poogy was speechless. She didn't know what to do, or what to say. "I... Don't... Know..." Poogy blushed.
Kermoot smiled in the end.
Poogy couldn't understand why.
"Why are you smi-" Poogy was cut off with a kiss.
Kermoot got what he wanted.
Poogy got what she didn't know she wanted.
Mo smiled. "Bingo..." She whispered.
Meanwhile, at the Muppet house, there was a knock at the door. Jaz answered it of course. An elderly man stood at the door. He was tall, he wore glasses, and he had a mustache. And he sounded a little bit like Fozzie.
Ms. Lee stared in shock.
And Piggy did too.
"Daddy...?" Piggy whispered.
"Piggy, do you know this guy?" Jaz asked.
Piggy shook her head.
"I remember him. I saw him in photos... He's my father..."
"I thought your dad was dead..." Jaz frowned.
Piggy glared at her mother.
"That's what I thought!" She yelled.
Ms. Lee wasn't sure of what she should do now.
"That's not your father Piggy Lee. Your father passed."
Piggy shook her head.
"No, I look at his picture everyday before I go to work mother, it's him! I remember his face! I remember it well! And that only means you lied to me when you said he died in a tractor accident!" Piggy yelled, with tears in her eyes.
Ms. Lee began to break out in a sweat.
"No! It's not him!" Ms. Lee cried.
The man entered the house.
"Piggy it is me. And I can prove it."
Ms. Lee covered Piggy's ears. "No, don't tell her!"
Piggy pushed her mother away.
"Prove it."
The man sat on the couch.
"My name is Frank. When you were little, you had a severe mental condition. I took you to the doctor to get a chemical injected into your brain when you were only a year old. With that chemical, you could walk and talk with no help from me and your mother. Every night, I would tuck you in, and tell you the story of Cinderella. And you always said, one day my-"
"Prince will come too daddy..." Piggy recited.
"It is you!" Piggy hugged him tightly.
"Why did you leave when I was two?"
Frank glared at Ms. Lee, who broke out in a sweat.
"Ask your mother."
Piggy then glared along with her father. She expected answers.
Ms. Lee fell on the ground and cried.
"I didn't want you to hate me... I... I told him to leave..."
Piggy began to cry. So many questions flew inside her head. Too many of them did. So many, that she screamed.
"WHY!?!" The word, that headed her questions.
"Well..."
(Flashback!)
Piggy was outside playing with her sister, Porky.
Piggy was only three years old, and Porky was four.
Inside was their mother and father.
"Marissa, our budget is tight this month. What are we going to do?" Frank asked.
Marissa shrugged. She was jobless, and refused to get one.
"I don't know, work harder, ask for a raise!" She suggested.
Frank glared at her. He knew what she was doing behind his back, and that it caused her to be rich.
"Why don't you ask your boyfriend for money?" He asked.
Busted.
Marissa had a wandering eye for men, and she knew he knew now.
"I would, but he's busy making more money."
"How could you cheat on me, and do nothing for our kids? You have no job, and you're using me for the money, we're through. I'm taking the kids." Frank was just about to leave, when Marissa grabbed him. "No you aren't. They're going to stay here with someone who can take care of two girls. What's a man know about women?" Unfortunately, she proved an excellent point. Frank had to leave in silence. And Marissa watched him to make sure he said nothing to the children.
LATER THAT DAY...
Piggy and Porky were just about tired and ready for dinner. Piggy was at least. Porky however was so thin, and not as interested in eating, unlike her sister, who was a little plump and always ready for a meal.
"I wonder what mother made for us." Piggy wondered.
"It's a mystery. I just know that dad probably bought us icecream. He always makes sure we have something sweet..." Said Porky.
"Like chocolate!" Piggy smiled.
As the girls opened the front door, they saw that their father was not present.
"Mother, where is daddy?" Piggy asked.
Marissa was furious at her daughter for simply mentioning him, and smacked her across the face.
"He's dead! The tractor ran him over!" She yelled.
Piggy ran upstairs to her room and cried, as Porky cried next to her mother.
Piggy had nothing left in the world now...
(Flashback, over!)
Piggy was very upset. Her whole life, without her father...
All because of her mother...
Shooooooooooot...
"Get out..." Piggy whispered.
"Wh-What?" Ms. Lee asked.
"GET OUT!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!!!"
Ms. Lee did as instructed. She prompty left the house.
Piggy stood by her father, who was very surprised by her outburst.
Then there was a knock at the door. Jaz answered it again.
A blonde pig who was quite thin appeared.
"Piggy!"
Piggy turned around.
"Porky...?"
Yes, it was Miss Piggy's sister, Porky.
Piggy hugged her tightly.
"I've haven't seen you since we were little... Where'd you go?" Piggy asked. "I heard you ran away..."
Porky looked at her very curiously... But then she remembered that their Mother was a certifiable liar.
"I never ran away... Well, I did, but not because I wanted to."
"Then why...?" Jaz asked, butting into a sisterly moment.
(Because that's just how she rolls!
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Honestly, seeing how her father was already there, Porky wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about where and why she'd gone. It was just too much heartbreak, and too much sadness. But Piggy was her little sister, and she deserved to know. "Well... I was snooping around in the kitchen, looking for some cookies one day, and I overheard mom on the phone with dad... And she didn't want me to tell you, so... She removed me far from the premises." Porky explained.
Piggy felt like the sun went out.
Without her sister...
Without her father...
All over one little lie...
Piggy left the room. Specifically upstairs to her own room.
After she went upstairs, Poogy, Mo, and Kermoot entered the room. Poogy was embarrassed, because she was in a dress, and Kermoot was in a tux. Which one could only assumne that they went on a date.
However, you know what they say.
Assuming only makes a... A... A donkey of yourself...
Anyhoot, the couple scrambled to Jaz's room, and Mo just kept a wide smile on her face, and sat on the couch.
"Y'know, if this were TV, I'd be saying, we'll be right back after these messages!" Fozzie chiuckled.
"Fozzie!" Jaz giggled.
And this is where we take our comercial break.