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'Tis my first Muppet fanfiction! I'm pretty nervous about posting it...I don't think the first few chapters are too funny...I doubt myself too much haha.
Anyway, this is my version of the Electric Mayhem backstory. I hope you enjoy it :]
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Janice woke to the sound of a piano playing a jazzy melody. She recognized the tune, but couldn’t quite place the name. It was something she used to hear when she was little, back when she was safe in her parents’ house. The blonde shook the thought from her head and stood up from the couch, letting the hem of Dr. Teeth’s shirt fall above her knees. She looked around the room again, at all the various colorful and trippy things scattered about, clashing nicely with the red wood covering the walls and floors. She picked a fringe-covered vest up from the bed and smiled.
Dr. Teeth was being too nice…though she -was- tired of sleeping on park benches (even if the last one was very nice) and it felt good to be clean again. Janice didn’t have much money on her and couldn’t pay him or anything. The only other things she had were what few of her important trinkets she could fit into her purse and her guitar. She hoped he wouldn’t ask for that!
She decided to think about it when the time came and left the room, into the bare hallway and down the stairs into the pub.
Dr. Teeth saw her enter from the corner of his eye as he played to his audience of furniture and bottles. She was young, or at least she looked so, so how was it that she didn’t have a home? If he hadn’t come along, she might have gone with someone who would have taken advantage of her! Still, he knew that he shouldn’t ask about such personal things, not just yet anyway. Fixing his gaze on the keys in front of him, he finished with a flourish.
“Like, that was rully great!" She said.
“Thanks, baby!" He turned on the bench to face her. “Is everything passable?"
“Yeah, like, thanks for letting me stay here, but I don’t have any-” Dr. Teeth waved one of his hands slightly.
“Worry not, il mio ospite! I don’t pay for this place, so it’s no trouble.” He took one of the seats off of a nearby table and set it upright on the floor, motioning for her to sit.
“Anyway, Janice, I-”
The phone behind the bar rang, cutting him off. He slid off the bench and picked up the receiver.
The whole place had a nice, homey feel to it, Janice reflected. It was dark, but not too dark. She imagined that when it was open, there would be soft chatter everywhere, maybe smoke in the air. She looked at Dr. Teeth, who was talking animatedly. She wasn’t sure if it was an act of rebellion, newfound freedom, or just a feeling that she could trust him that allowed her to take him up on his offer to stay with him. She supposed to others, he might look shady, but she knew that there was no way he was a bad person.
“No, no, man, put Zoot back on! No…hey! What in the seven heck are you saying?" His voice was rising and he appeared to be getting more and more frustrated as he stayed on the phone. “Get Zoot! No, just…just tell him to call me back.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head. “I can’t stand the Swedish.”
“Like, what have the Swedish done?" Janice asked.
“Articulated.” Dr. Teeth said with a laugh and a widening of his eyes. The phone rang again.
“Yeah man?" He answered. “Yeah, that’s cool. I’m bringing someone with me.” He flashed a golden smile at Janice. “Sure thing, and tell the chef not to answer the phone anymore…needs to stay in the kitchen…no, I haven’t talked to Boppity yet, either…Yeah, yeah…okay. Later, man.” He hung up the phone and walked out from behind the bar. “Hope you don’t mind that I reserved a seat for you at dinner tonight with a friend of mine.”
“Oh, thanks. Like, your doing so much for me!"
“No problem, baby!" He patted her shoulder lightly. “Oh, by the way, bring your guitar with you. My man Zoot, he plays sax, and I thought you might like to engage in what always has and will be an amazing collaboration of musical membranes.”
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Zoot glared at the couple sitting at his table from behind his large sunglasses. He didn’t really have the heart to tell them to move, but the sight of that annoying purple lady and her date, laughing and scoffing together at the table that was promised to be his just made him so mad!...Not that he was going to do anything about it.
“Hey Zoot!" Dr. Teeth’s voice echoed from the restaurant’s door. The man himself appeared seconds later, followed by a tall, thin blonde girl holding a guitar case. Zoot fell into Teeth’s embrace, getting the wind knocked out of him when he was patted roughly on the back. He was used to it. “This is Janice…” He led the blonde girl forward and she smiled brightly. She probably wasn’t at all quiet, not like him.
“Thanks for, like, letting me eat with you guys.” She said in a low valley-girl voice.
“Yeah, um, yeah.” He was going to say “yeah, man," but the last time he said that to someone who talked like her, he was lectured (quite loudly) on why it was wrong.
Teeth took her guitar case and threw it into the coat check room, an unceremonious crash following. Zoot passed Janice an apologetic look.
“We’ll get to that later.” Dr. Teeth said. He placed an arm around each of their shoulders and led them to the seating area. Zoot cringed internally; the couple was still sitting at their table. “Them again?" The pianist sighed, removed his arms from around his companions, and made his way to the table, leaving Zoot and Janice in the middle of the room.
Zoot wasn’t very good at small talk, or, for that matter, big talk. Especially not with someone he just met. Besides, this girl was young! Zoot already felt old because of his balding, but this? And he began to wonder, what was this girl to Dr. Teeth? He didn’t think he liked younger women, but who knew with that man.
“So, like, Dr. Teeth says you play the sax.” Said Janice, sensing his uneasiness.
“Yeah, man…um.” He sighed; she didn’t seem to be an intense feminist.
“You look like you’d be rully good. Like, I can tell.” She grinned.
“Um, yeah.” He returned the smile. “You look good too. Er, like you’d be good. At playing guitar.” She laughed, rather bubbly, too. Her attention then turned from Zoot to the table, where the man who was sitting there had pulled out a mop from nowhere and was hitting Dr. Teeth with it. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, no one tried to break up the fight.
“Oh, George…” The older lady called, waving her hand nonchalantly. “George, let’s just leave. I’m sure Dr. Tooth will make it up to me somehow…take me dancing, hmm?"
“Just leave.” Dr. Teeth said definitely, shaking his head.
“In my day, people re-spec-ted their elders!" George scoffed, leaving quickly, his companion gliding after him.
“Thanks, man.” Zoot nodded and let Janice lead the way to the table. The three took their seats.
“Don’t mind those two.” Dr. Teeth told Janice. “There’s a whole lot of amicable people in this town. I think you’ll like it here.”
“I already do!" She smiled, then turned to Zoot. “So, like, do you play gigs full time?"
“No, I, um…” He paused. “…?" Dr. Teeth laughed.
“Zoot skipped a groove again!" The good doctor said. “He works for an independent, underground, and autonomous magazine, creating the visual expositions and the ever-popular iambic pentameters and dactylic hexa- .”
“Free verse, man, free verse!" Zoot interjected. “Shakespeare’s scary business.”
“Oh, wow!" Janice voiced.
“It’s not that good…” He averted his eyes.
“Nonsense, I would be in a loving relationship with your work if I could!" Dr. Teeth said proudly.
“Um, thanks, man.”
After dinner, the three headed towards Zoot’s place. He lived with the rest of the people who worked with him in a tall gray building not too far from the restaurant. The upper floors were reserved for housing, and the bottom floors were used for layouts, typing, research, and the always favored eating. When the three entered the rather unorganized place, they were greeted with a dull chorus of greetings.
“Oh, good, Zoot!" Cried the only enthusiastic voice. A blue frackle appeared from a pair of gray swinging doors. “And Dr. Teeth!" He added after seeing the pianist.
“Hey, man.” Zoot greeted, staring in the wrong direction.
“Did he call?" Dr. Teeth asked.
“Yes!" Boppity replied happily. Then his face turned sour. “But he didn’t leave his number or anything and didn’t say when he’d call back.”
“Again?" Zoot sighed.
“Did he say when he’d come by?" Asked Dr. Teeth.
“A few months or something like that.” Boppity recalled. “Line was fuzzy. Either a few months, or a few tenths.”
“Oh, like, what’s wrong?" Janice asked.
“Thanks, anyway.” Teeth told the frackle. He led the way to the stairwell. “About a year ago, we jammed with a cat named Lips. Him and Zoot go way back.”
“Too far back.” Zoot added.
“But he left for some sort of…spiritual journey or something, and he’s been, for the most part, MIA.”
“That’s a huge bummer.” Janice said.
They reached the top floor and entered Zoot’s dimly lit room. There was a lot of space, but not much there. Windows took up most of the wall space, giving the room the illusion that it was even bigger than it was. There were three full sized keyboards and one child’s keyboard pushed in the corner. A bed and two big chairs were the only things not pushed against the wall. In one of the plush chairs, his sax sat upright, gleaming proudly.
“I’ll go get some drinks.” Zoot stated after looking his sax over a few times to make sure nothing had happened to it.
“Oh, like, I’ll get it.” Janice volunteered. “Just tell me where it is.”
“Kitchen’s on the second floor.” Dr. Teeth supplied. The blonde left. Teeth pulled out two of his keyboards and plugged them in.
“Hey, man…” Zoot started, picking up his sax again. “She’s staying with you? What’s her deal?"
“Not a clue.” Teeth said simply, blowing off the light layer of dust off the keys. “I was out this morning and I heard her playing her guitar, and man, she’s can play! But she looked really tired and dirty. So I talked to her, and…She doesn’t have a home anymore.”
“Huh?" Zoot looked up.
“I don’t know why, I didn’t ask. She would have told me if she wanted me to know.”
“Ran away.” Zoot guessed.
“She’s not exactly a child.” Teeth stared at the door, “Besides…I don’t think she would because it would hurt whoever she was living with. I don’t think she’d want to cause that sort of pain on anyone.”
“Yeah.” Zoot reconsidered. “She’s not that kind of person.”
Dr. Teeth noted the softness in his voice and smiled.
“Hey, is Floyd’s old guitar here?" The pianist asked.
“Probably…in the…” Zoot ran out of words, but Teeth figured he meant the closet. Sure enough, there was an electric guitar and an amp sitting in the corner of the closet.
Janice returned carrying a few bottles of water. She was followed by the Swedish Chef who had somehow managed to roll his cart of food up the stairs.
“Out!" Dr. Teeth called. The chef winced and backed down a little.
“Oun umn yern snackies!" He said in his defense. Dr. Teeth advanced a bit and the chef took his cart back down the stairs. Somehow.
“That guy drives me mad…” He recomposed himself, then turned to Janice. “Ever play an electric?"
“Oh, yeah!" She smiled, setting the bottles down on the floor. “But, like, I had to leave it.”
Leave it where? Zoot wondered.
“Wanna play again?" He motioned towards the old guitar.
“Fer sure!" Janice exclaimed. “Like, you play guitar, too?" She asked Zoot.
“My man Floyd used to.” Zoot said. “Got bored with it.”
“Is he on a spiritual journey too?" She asked.
“No, he, ah," Dr. Teeth laughed a little. “He had to leave town for a while. See, there was…no, I’ll tell you later.” Even Zoot looked amused. “It involves a lady pig, a few too many trips on the subway, and a blender.”
“Oh, wow…”
“All right, enough stories, let’s jam!" Dr. Teeth announced. Janice plugged the guitar into the amp and quickly gave the strings a quick tuning. “Unu, doi, trei, patru--!"
Janice had never played with anyone else before but knew exactly what chords to play. It had been so long since she had played electric guitar and she missed what it felt like. She put her body into the music, her hair flying wildly around her. On her right, Zoot was putting his soul into each individual note he played, moving to the beat. Dr. Teeth stood in the center of the room, playing back and forth between his two keyboards, his hands performing a mad dance on the keys. The music lingered in the air and mixed with itself, then fell back down onto the three and showered them with a great feeling of content and filled their veins with fire.
Their electric mayhem carried on until the sun rose.
Anyway, this is my version of the Electric Mayhem backstory. I hope you enjoy it :]
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Janice woke to the sound of a piano playing a jazzy melody. She recognized the tune, but couldn’t quite place the name. It was something she used to hear when she was little, back when she was safe in her parents’ house. The blonde shook the thought from her head and stood up from the couch, letting the hem of Dr. Teeth’s shirt fall above her knees. She looked around the room again, at all the various colorful and trippy things scattered about, clashing nicely with the red wood covering the walls and floors. She picked a fringe-covered vest up from the bed and smiled.
Dr. Teeth was being too nice…though she -was- tired of sleeping on park benches (even if the last one was very nice) and it felt good to be clean again. Janice didn’t have much money on her and couldn’t pay him or anything. The only other things she had were what few of her important trinkets she could fit into her purse and her guitar. She hoped he wouldn’t ask for that!
She decided to think about it when the time came and left the room, into the bare hallway and down the stairs into the pub.
Dr. Teeth saw her enter from the corner of his eye as he played to his audience of furniture and bottles. She was young, or at least she looked so, so how was it that she didn’t have a home? If he hadn’t come along, she might have gone with someone who would have taken advantage of her! Still, he knew that he shouldn’t ask about such personal things, not just yet anyway. Fixing his gaze on the keys in front of him, he finished with a flourish.
“Like, that was rully great!" She said.
“Thanks, baby!" He turned on the bench to face her. “Is everything passable?"
“Yeah, like, thanks for letting me stay here, but I don’t have any-” Dr. Teeth waved one of his hands slightly.
“Worry not, il mio ospite! I don’t pay for this place, so it’s no trouble.” He took one of the seats off of a nearby table and set it upright on the floor, motioning for her to sit.
“Anyway, Janice, I-”
The phone behind the bar rang, cutting him off. He slid off the bench and picked up the receiver.
The whole place had a nice, homey feel to it, Janice reflected. It was dark, but not too dark. She imagined that when it was open, there would be soft chatter everywhere, maybe smoke in the air. She looked at Dr. Teeth, who was talking animatedly. She wasn’t sure if it was an act of rebellion, newfound freedom, or just a feeling that she could trust him that allowed her to take him up on his offer to stay with him. She supposed to others, he might look shady, but she knew that there was no way he was a bad person.
“No, no, man, put Zoot back on! No…hey! What in the seven heck are you saying?" His voice was rising and he appeared to be getting more and more frustrated as he stayed on the phone. “Get Zoot! No, just…just tell him to call me back.” He hung up the phone, shaking his head. “I can’t stand the Swedish.”
“Like, what have the Swedish done?" Janice asked.
“Articulated.” Dr. Teeth said with a laugh and a widening of his eyes. The phone rang again.
“Yeah man?" He answered. “Yeah, that’s cool. I’m bringing someone with me.” He flashed a golden smile at Janice. “Sure thing, and tell the chef not to answer the phone anymore…needs to stay in the kitchen…no, I haven’t talked to Boppity yet, either…Yeah, yeah…okay. Later, man.” He hung up the phone and walked out from behind the bar. “Hope you don’t mind that I reserved a seat for you at dinner tonight with a friend of mine.”
“Oh, thanks. Like, your doing so much for me!"
“No problem, baby!" He patted her shoulder lightly. “Oh, by the way, bring your guitar with you. My man Zoot, he plays sax, and I thought you might like to engage in what always has and will be an amazing collaboration of musical membranes.”
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Zoot glared at the couple sitting at his table from behind his large sunglasses. He didn’t really have the heart to tell them to move, but the sight of that annoying purple lady and her date, laughing and scoffing together at the table that was promised to be his just made him so mad!...Not that he was going to do anything about it.
“Hey Zoot!" Dr. Teeth’s voice echoed from the restaurant’s door. The man himself appeared seconds later, followed by a tall, thin blonde girl holding a guitar case. Zoot fell into Teeth’s embrace, getting the wind knocked out of him when he was patted roughly on the back. He was used to it. “This is Janice…” He led the blonde girl forward and she smiled brightly. She probably wasn’t at all quiet, not like him.
“Thanks for, like, letting me eat with you guys.” She said in a low valley-girl voice.
“Yeah, um, yeah.” He was going to say “yeah, man," but the last time he said that to someone who talked like her, he was lectured (quite loudly) on why it was wrong.
Teeth took her guitar case and threw it into the coat check room, an unceremonious crash following. Zoot passed Janice an apologetic look.
“We’ll get to that later.” Dr. Teeth said. He placed an arm around each of their shoulders and led them to the seating area. Zoot cringed internally; the couple was still sitting at their table. “Them again?" The pianist sighed, removed his arms from around his companions, and made his way to the table, leaving Zoot and Janice in the middle of the room.
Zoot wasn’t very good at small talk, or, for that matter, big talk. Especially not with someone he just met. Besides, this girl was young! Zoot already felt old because of his balding, but this? And he began to wonder, what was this girl to Dr. Teeth? He didn’t think he liked younger women, but who knew with that man.
“So, like, Dr. Teeth says you play the sax.” Said Janice, sensing his uneasiness.
“Yeah, man…um.” He sighed; she didn’t seem to be an intense feminist.
“You look like you’d be rully good. Like, I can tell.” She grinned.
“Um, yeah.” He returned the smile. “You look good too. Er, like you’d be good. At playing guitar.” She laughed, rather bubbly, too. Her attention then turned from Zoot to the table, where the man who was sitting there had pulled out a mop from nowhere and was hitting Dr. Teeth with it. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, no one tried to break up the fight.
“Oh, George…” The older lady called, waving her hand nonchalantly. “George, let’s just leave. I’m sure Dr. Tooth will make it up to me somehow…take me dancing, hmm?"
“Just leave.” Dr. Teeth said definitely, shaking his head.
“In my day, people re-spec-ted their elders!" George scoffed, leaving quickly, his companion gliding after him.
“Thanks, man.” Zoot nodded and let Janice lead the way to the table. The three took their seats.
“Don’t mind those two.” Dr. Teeth told Janice. “There’s a whole lot of amicable people in this town. I think you’ll like it here.”
“I already do!" She smiled, then turned to Zoot. “So, like, do you play gigs full time?"
“No, I, um…” He paused. “…?" Dr. Teeth laughed.
“Zoot skipped a groove again!" The good doctor said. “He works for an independent, underground, and autonomous magazine, creating the visual expositions and the ever-popular iambic pentameters and dactylic hexa- .”
“Free verse, man, free verse!" Zoot interjected. “Shakespeare’s scary business.”
“Oh, wow!" Janice voiced.
“It’s not that good…” He averted his eyes.
“Nonsense, I would be in a loving relationship with your work if I could!" Dr. Teeth said proudly.
“Um, thanks, man.”
After dinner, the three headed towards Zoot’s place. He lived with the rest of the people who worked with him in a tall gray building not too far from the restaurant. The upper floors were reserved for housing, and the bottom floors were used for layouts, typing, research, and the always favored eating. When the three entered the rather unorganized place, they were greeted with a dull chorus of greetings.
“Oh, good, Zoot!" Cried the only enthusiastic voice. A blue frackle appeared from a pair of gray swinging doors. “And Dr. Teeth!" He added after seeing the pianist.
“Hey, man.” Zoot greeted, staring in the wrong direction.
“Did he call?" Dr. Teeth asked.
“Yes!" Boppity replied happily. Then his face turned sour. “But he didn’t leave his number or anything and didn’t say when he’d call back.”
“Again?" Zoot sighed.
“Did he say when he’d come by?" Asked Dr. Teeth.
“A few months or something like that.” Boppity recalled. “Line was fuzzy. Either a few months, or a few tenths.”
“Oh, like, what’s wrong?" Janice asked.
“Thanks, anyway.” Teeth told the frackle. He led the way to the stairwell. “About a year ago, we jammed with a cat named Lips. Him and Zoot go way back.”
“Too far back.” Zoot added.
“But he left for some sort of…spiritual journey or something, and he’s been, for the most part, MIA.”
“That’s a huge bummer.” Janice said.
They reached the top floor and entered Zoot’s dimly lit room. There was a lot of space, but not much there. Windows took up most of the wall space, giving the room the illusion that it was even bigger than it was. There were three full sized keyboards and one child’s keyboard pushed in the corner. A bed and two big chairs were the only things not pushed against the wall. In one of the plush chairs, his sax sat upright, gleaming proudly.
“I’ll go get some drinks.” Zoot stated after looking his sax over a few times to make sure nothing had happened to it.
“Oh, like, I’ll get it.” Janice volunteered. “Just tell me where it is.”
“Kitchen’s on the second floor.” Dr. Teeth supplied. The blonde left. Teeth pulled out two of his keyboards and plugged them in.
“Hey, man…” Zoot started, picking up his sax again. “She’s staying with you? What’s her deal?"
“Not a clue.” Teeth said simply, blowing off the light layer of dust off the keys. “I was out this morning and I heard her playing her guitar, and man, she’s can play! But she looked really tired and dirty. So I talked to her, and…She doesn’t have a home anymore.”
“Huh?" Zoot looked up.
“I don’t know why, I didn’t ask. She would have told me if she wanted me to know.”
“Ran away.” Zoot guessed.
“She’s not exactly a child.” Teeth stared at the door, “Besides…I don’t think she would because it would hurt whoever she was living with. I don’t think she’d want to cause that sort of pain on anyone.”
“Yeah.” Zoot reconsidered. “She’s not that kind of person.”
Dr. Teeth noted the softness in his voice and smiled.
“Hey, is Floyd’s old guitar here?" The pianist asked.
“Probably…in the…” Zoot ran out of words, but Teeth figured he meant the closet. Sure enough, there was an electric guitar and an amp sitting in the corner of the closet.
Janice returned carrying a few bottles of water. She was followed by the Swedish Chef who had somehow managed to roll his cart of food up the stairs.
“Out!" Dr. Teeth called. The chef winced and backed down a little.
“Oun umn yern snackies!" He said in his defense. Dr. Teeth advanced a bit and the chef took his cart back down the stairs. Somehow.
“That guy drives me mad…” He recomposed himself, then turned to Janice. “Ever play an electric?"
“Oh, yeah!" She smiled, setting the bottles down on the floor. “But, like, I had to leave it.”
Leave it where? Zoot wondered.
“Wanna play again?" He motioned towards the old guitar.
“Fer sure!" Janice exclaimed. “Like, you play guitar, too?" She asked Zoot.
“My man Floyd used to.” Zoot said. “Got bored with it.”
“Is he on a spiritual journey too?" She asked.
“No, he, ah," Dr. Teeth laughed a little. “He had to leave town for a while. See, there was…no, I’ll tell you later.” Even Zoot looked amused. “It involves a lady pig, a few too many trips on the subway, and a blender.”
“Oh, wow…”
“All right, enough stories, let’s jam!" Dr. Teeth announced. Janice plugged the guitar into the amp and quickly gave the strings a quick tuning. “Unu, doi, trei, patru--!"
Janice had never played with anyone else before but knew exactly what chords to play. It had been so long since she had played electric guitar and she missed what it felt like. She put her body into the music, her hair flying wildly around her. On her right, Zoot was putting his soul into each individual note he played, moving to the beat. Dr. Teeth stood in the center of the room, playing back and forth between his two keyboards, his hands performing a mad dance on the keys. The music lingered in the air and mixed with itself, then fell back down onto the three and showered them with a great feeling of content and filled their veins with fire.
Their electric mayhem carried on until the sun rose.
