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Flippersteps in the Sand

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Mar 30, 2006.

  1. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    This is part one. I'm not sure how many parts I'll actually end up writing. This story will have at least three parts, but depending on how people react by the end of part three, it might end up having as many as five. Anyway, this is part one. And part one, as you will see, starts in 1963. It will cover everything from 1963 to (approximately) October 24, 2006, mid-morning-ish... All in fast forward, so don't expect all the nitty-gritty details on everything. In fact, expect lots of things to be skimmed over. But it will move slowly at first. Then... something happens.

    That "something" is what I have been refering to as a "major altercation to Muppet past." It's certainly not cannon, it's just... Well, it's an explanation that I think fits. It will seem very far-fetched at some points, it will seem like I can't possibly take it from where I get it to how it actually is. But rest assured, I will. I'm asking for your trust on this one. Just bear with me. (Or frog, pig, dog, chicken, or whatever with me.) And enjoy the ride.

    Oh, and by the way... If this only ends up with three parts, it is to be called The Flippersteps Trilogy. If it has more than three parts, well it's not really a trilogy, so it would be The Flippersteps Series. Just thought I'd let you know.

    ...Did I mention that I'm insanely nervous about this story? <deep breath> Here goes.

    Oh, and one other thing. Well, two other words: I'm back.
  2. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter One

    September 22, 1963

    Jim Henson, a tall, dark haired, bearded young man, strolled into the diner, laughing with Kermit, a short green character in a red sweater. They sat next to each other at the counter, oblivious to the silent observer in a nearby booth.

    She was the darkest shade of green, with long, thick black hair. Her eyes kept a steady gaze on Jim and Kermit. They intimidated her, as most everything did. But Kermit was the first creature she had seen of her own kind since she had left home, and even though he was a stranger, at least he was a familiar species.

    Jim took out a pen and started sketching on a napkin. “We’ll make it a kitchen set,” he said as he drew. “You’ll sit here... and Pam-“

    “Who’s Pam?” Kermit asked.

    “She’s their spokeswoman. Remember you’ve met her-“

    “Oh yeah.”

    “She’ll be standing here,” Jim said.

    “Oh, I see!” Kermit said. “I like it. Good idea, Jim.”

    “I’m glad you like it, Kermit,” Jim said. He looked at his watch. “I should get back to the office,” he said. “Frank had something he wanted to talk about.”

    “Okay,” Kermit said. “I’ll be there later.”

    “All right. Bye Kermit,” Jim said.

    “See ya, Jim!” Kermit said.

    The observer watched as the man left the diner, and the creature remained at the counter. She stood up to talk to him. She quickly sat back down. She stood up again, and sat back down, stood up, sat down, stood up, and sat down again. She sighed, stood up, and started walking towards the door, keeping her eyes on the floor. She walked straight into a waitress.

    The waitress lost her balance and dropped her tray, spilling cream all over the floor and knocking the observer flat on her stomach. A customer at the counter stood up, slipped in the cream, and knocked his stool over. The stool bounced on the observer’s arm before crashing down on it once more.

    “YEOWWWWWW!” she screamed.

    Kermit turned from the counter and gasped. “Oh my goodness,” he said as he hopped off of his stool and knelt down beside the observer. He lifted the stool off of her arm. “Are you all right?” he asked.

    Tears started streaming down her face. “It hurts,” she whimpered.

    “I’m sure it does,” he said. “Here, let me give you a hand.” He carefully helped her to her feet and guided her to a booth, where they both sat down.

    “Are you all right, miss?” the frantic waitress asked. “I’m so sorry-“

    The observer hardly noticed her. Kermit looked up. “Do you have an ice pack?” he asked.

    “I’ll get you something,” the waitress said quickly. She turned, ran, slipped and fell in the cream, stood up, and disappeared behind a door.

    Kermit turned to the injured observer. “Your arm looks like it’s swelling up,” he explained.

    She nodded. “It hurts,” she whispered, biting back her tears.

    The waitress re-emerged with a bundle of ice in a towel. She ran over and dropped it on the table as she slipped and fell in the cream once more. “JOHNATHON, COULD YOU GET A MOP OUT HERE?” she shouted as she clambered to her feet.

    “This should help,” Kermit said. He lifted the bundle and placed it gently on the observer’s swelling arm. “How’s that?”

    She took a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “That-“ Her eyes locked on his Saturn-shaped pupils. “That helps,” she said softly. “Thanks.”

    “You’re welcome,” he whispered. He held her gaze in silence for a moment. “I don’t know your name,” he said suddenly.

    “Melinda,” she said.

    “Melinda,” he repeated. “That’s a pretty name.”

    “Thank you,” she said quietly. “...I don’t know your name.”

    “Oh my name’s Kermit,” he said.

    “Kermit,” she repeated. “Well it- it’s nice to meet you... Kermit.”

    “It’s nice to meet you too, Melinda,” he said. They held each other’s gaze. Suddenly she gasped and winced. They both looked at her arm. “It must hurt pretty bad,” Kermit said. She nodded. “You should probably go to a hospital.”

    Her eyes snapped to his face. “Hospital?” she repeated. She swallowed hard. “You think so?”

    “Well it might be broken,” Kermit said.

    Melinda looked at her arm and nodded. “I guess,” she said. “But I- I don’t- well, I just- I don’t know where there’s a hospital.”

    “Oh, well, I could take you to one,” he offered.

    She nodded. “Maybe that would help.”

    ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `​

    Kermit sat next to Melinda in the waiting room as she rocked back and forth, holding an ice pack on her arm. She sighed. “I shouldn’t be here,” she mumbled.

    “Pardon?” Kermit said.

    “I shouldn’t be here,” she repeated. She kept rocking. “Pa was right; I can’t make it here. I shouldn’t have left. I should be there.”

    “...Oh,” Kermit said. “...Where?”

    She stopped and looked at him. “The swamp,” she said. She started rocking again. “What was I thinking,” she muttered. “I must be crazy to have left.”

    Kermit scrunched his face up. “Well not too crazy,” he said. She scoffed. “Well, listen,” he pushed on, “Even if that does mean you’re crazy, at least you’re not the only one.”

    “Right,” Melinda said sarcastically. “Like there’s any other creature crazy enough.”

    “There’s at least one other,” he said.

    “Yeah, who?”

    “Well- me.”

    She stopped rocking and looked up at him. She smiled a little. “I guess I’m just being silly,” she shrugged.
    “Oh not at all,” he said. “I think about going back all the time.”

    “I didn’t say anything about going back,” she snapped.

    “Well, yeah, but-“

    “But nothing,” she said. “I didn’t say anything about going back.”

    “Oh,” Kermit said. “Okay.”

    A nurse entered the room. “Melinda?” she said. “The doctor will see you now.” Melinda stood up.

    “Do you want me to come in with you?” Kermit asked. “Or maybe just wait out here for you?”

    “No,” Melinda said quickly. “I’ll be fine.”

    “Okay,” he shrugged as he stood up to leave. “Well, if you’re sure...”

    “Kermit?” she said.

    He looked at her. “Yes, Melinda?”

    She smiled a little. “Thanks.”

    He smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

    She nodded to him and followed the nurse away.
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  3. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member


    You're writing again!!!!!

    This is fantastic! I was hooked in from the very first line. I want to know so much more about the mysterious Melinda. And Kermit and Jim together and wow. Kermit's being so great to Melinda and I wonder what a certain pig thinks but of course being 1963 I suppose there is no pig yet....

    I HUG you Lisa this is just amazing! I just can't even express it! So, I'll just say this: MORE PLEASE!!!
  4. RedDragon

    RedDragon Well-Known Member

    So Cuuuuuuuuute. I love it. :zany: Yay Zany. He likes it too. Well, Happy Whatever-Day and may Gonzo keep you well. And oh look it's my 800 post, swanky.

    Oh and Red, you made Lisa go into fast forward mode. She's a strange one.
  5. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    But that is why we love her right? Go Lisa go!
  6. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Well excuuuuuuuuuse ME if I start jumping and spinning in circles really really fast while spekaing fast-forward-gibberish when I get excited about someone posting such wonderfully positive feedback to a story I probably nearly had a nervous breakdown over! OH, which reminds me, many thanks to Prawnie for convincing me to write this story, and for helping me hurt Melinda in this past chapter... I had to hurt her arm somehow, and he came up with that cream idea, which turned into a running gag... or would it be a falling gag... Well, whichever, I thank Prawnie for it! And Beth and Nyssa, <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<HUGS>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> for posting so quickly, (Although Nyssa didn't have much choice in the matter <shifty eyes>) because speaking of nervous breakdowns, I very nearly have one every time I post a new story while waiting for someone to reply... So thank you, and glad you like it! (I almost typed "live it." But you don't really live it... That's my job.)
  7. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Huh? Who are you and what have you done with...
    Aw, hugs for being back and it being your birthday and starting a great new story... Guess you felt Sara had enough of a head start and was trying to take away your crown?
    Hee, good thing there's enough room here for all the crazy fanfics...

    So... Can we have some more please?
  8. Xela

    Xela Well-Known Member

    Ooh! Yay! I can't wait to read more!!! :)
  9. Leyla

    Leyla Well-Known Member

    Ooh, I know how you feel. It can be terrifying to post something that's been waltzing through your brain if you're not sure how it will be received. Writing is such a personal thing. Good for you for being so courageous. I love what you've written so far. Melinda's quite interesting, and it's neat to have Jim and Kermit hanging out together.

    Sounds like your story's going to quite ambitious, covering that amount of time. Oh, and I love the title. Is that a reference to the Footprints poem per chance?

  10. Gonzo14

    Gonzo14 Well-Known Member

    Excellent Story
  11. maniacal muppet

    maniacal muppet Well-Known Member

    Keep Writing!!! (please I Loved It):)
  12. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Two

    Kermit walked along the sidewalk with a shaggy brown dog. “So really, Rowlf,” he said, “How do you think it went today? Did you watch?”

    “Sure, but I almost watched the tennis match,” the dog said.

    Kermit scrunched his face up. “That bad, huh?”

    “Oh no you guys were great,” Rowlf said. “But the tennis match was tempting.”

    Kermit laughed. “So where are the guys meeting us, anyway?” he asked.

    “Christy’s,” Rowlf said.

    “Christy’s Bar and Restaurant?” Kermit said. “I thought we’d given up on them. The food’s been terrible the past few times.”

    “Yeah, I thought so, too,” Rowlf said. “But I guess we’re giving them another chance.” They turned a corner. “Hey speaking of chances, tell me about this lady frog you met today.”

    “Speaking of chances,” Kermit said, “What are the chances I’ll ever even see her again?”

    “That’s why it’s fun to talk about,” Rowlf said. His friend was silent. “Well?”

    Kermit squirmed. “Uh, hey look, we’re here,” he said, and he pushed the door open.

    Rowlf did a double take and followed him into the restaurant.

    They paused for a moment as their eyes adjusted to the light. “There they are,” Kermit said. He pointed to a table where Jim Henson and three other men were sitting with two open seats, and they walked over to it.

    “...For a while, either,” Jim was saying to Frank Oz, a nineteen year old with glasses. “So don’t worry about it for now. We’ll work on it.”

    Frank nodded and wiped his glasses. “Okay,” he said.

    Another man turned and smiled broadly at Kermit and Rowlf as they approached. “Hi guys,” he said.

    “Hi Don,” Kermit said as he sat down. He glanced at the man suspiciously. “What did you do?” he said quietly.

    Don Sahlin raised his finger to his lips and silently nodded towards Frank. Kermit looked back and forth between the two men and shrugged.

    A waitress approached with half a smile. “Hi, I’m Shannon, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” she said. “Today’s soup is cream of mushroom, and today’s special is the famous fly burger. Can I get you folks something to drink?”

    “Sure,” Jim said. “Jerry, why don’t you go first.”

    Kermit looked around the restaurant while Jerry Juhl, a dark haired man with glasses, ordered. The place was filled with smoke, and the bar was lined with big burly truck drivers. His eyes locked on another waitress at the other end of the restaurant.

    “Hey, Kermit!” Rowlf tapped on his shoulder.

    “Pardon?” Kermit turned back to the table, and Rowlf indicated the waitress. “Oh! Uh, I’ll have a water,” he said. He turned back to scan the other end of the restaurant and spotted the other waitress again. A moment after their own waitress left, he turned to Rowlf. “Could you order a fly burger for me?” he said quietly, and he excused himself from the table.

    He approached the other waitress across the restaurant as she loaded a tray with empty dishes from an abandoned table. She was having some difficulty, with one arm in a sling.

    “Melinda?” he said.

    She glanced at him. “Kermit?” she said. She set another glass on her tray. “Hi.”

    “Hi,” he said. “How are you?”

    She shrugged and pulled a damp rag from her apron pocket to wipe the table off. “Well enough, and you?”

    “Oh I’m okay,” Kermit said. “How’s your arm? Not too bad?”

    “Fractured,” she said. “I’m in this sling for four to six weeks, and taking more aspirin than I’ve ever even thought about before.” She put the rag in her apron pocket, balanced the tray on her good arm, and carried it to the next empty table. He followed her.

    “If you don’t mind me asking,” he said, “Why are you working when you just hurt your arm today?”

    She stacked the plates and set them on the tray. “Rent doesn’t pay itself, you know,” she said. She quickly collected the dirty napkins and silverware and put them on the top plate. “You mind telling me why you’re following me?” She stopped and looked at him, her hand on her hip.

    He cleared his throat. “Well, uh...”

    She shook her head and collected the half-empty glasses. “I can take care of myself,” she said. “And if you’re so worried about me, why didn’t you stay at the hospital?”

    “You said you didn’t want me to,” he said. “I did offer to stay.”

    “Yeah,” she said as she pulled her rag out and started wiping the table off. “And what makes you think I want you to follow me around if I didn’t want you to stay?”

    “Well maybe I think you look lonely,” he said.

    She picked up the tray to walk away. “Well maybe I like being lonely,” she said bitterly.

    He cut in front of her. “Do you?”

    She stared at him. “What?”

    “Do you like being lonely?” he said.

    She stared at him for another moment, and then pushed past him. “I don’t have time for this,” she muttered.


    She turned, trying to look angry, but he could see the sadness in her face.

    “What time do you get off work?” he asked.

    A tiny smile slowly crept onto her face. “Ten o’clock,” she said softly.

    He nodded. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll meet you here at ten.”

    She nodded vaguely. “Right,” she said. “I’ll see you then.” She hesitated, and turned away to carry the tray into the kitchen. She glanced over her shoulder, and he smiled at her. She quickly turned away and kept walking.

    ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ​

    Melinda looked around as she cleared off her last table and slipped the tip into her pocket. She had seen Kermit leave with his friends earlier, and figured he had forgotten. Now it was five minutes to ten. The crowd around the bar was constantly changing and laughing, and the restaurant was almost empty. She glanced at the door, pulled her rag out, wiped the table off, and glanced at the door again.

    The door opened and Kermit walked in. He looked around, saw her, and smiled. She looked away, picked the tray up, and quickly carried it into the kitchen.

    When she re-emerged without her apron, Kermit was waiting at a table near the door. He smiled and stood up. “Ready?” he said.

    She shrugged. “For what?”

    “Well,” he said, “There’s a double feature at the movie theater, just around the corner. We could go to that if you’d like.”

    She hesitated. “I’ve never been to a movie before,” she said softly.

    “Is that a yes?” he asked. She shrugged. He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. “Come on,” he said, and he led her out the door.

    ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` `​

    Several hours later, they walked down a dark street together in silence. A slight breeze passed them, and she shivered.

    “Cold?” he said. He put his arm around her shoulders, and they walked on in silence.

    “Why don’t you look like a frog?” Melinda suddenly asked. “You are a frog, aren’t you?”

    Kermit squirmed. “You never saw Sam and Friends, did you?” he said.

    “No,” she said. “What’s that?”

    “It was a little five minute program we used to do twice a day,” he said. “And uh, sometimes we needed a female character. And uh,” he cleared his throat, “We didn’t have any.” He scratched the collar of his sweater. “So, uh, they put me in a wig.”

    She turned and watched him readjust his face. “What does that have to do with looking like a frog?” she asked.

    He cleared his throat. “Well.” He looked at her. “If you had to do that, would you want people to know your species?”

    She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I hope I never find out.” He nodded. She tipped her head towards a small apartment building. “That’s it,” she said.

    They mounted the steps to the door, suddenly feeling very awkward. His arm slipped from her shoulders as she pulled a key out of nowhere to unlock the door. She let the key fall from her hand. “Oops,” she said.

    “I’ll get it,” he said, quickly bending down to grab it. When he stood up, their eyes locked, and he realized he was suddenly very close to her. He held the key in his open hand. “Here,” he said quietly.

    She put her hand on the key and held it there. “Thanks,” she said softly. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

    She slowly smiled her first real smile of the day, and her eyes got a hint of a sparkle. “If you’re going to kiss me,” she said as she put her hand on his shoulder, “Then kiss me right.” She pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

    He managed to put his hands on her waist before she pulled back and saw the surprise still fresh on his face. “Wow,” he whispered involuntarily.

    She chuckled and ran her hand down the side of his face. “Goodnight, Kermit,” she whispered sweetly, and she took her key out of his hand.

    “Goodnight... Melinda...” He watched her disappear behind the door, and stared at it in astonishment. Then he fell down the stairs and watched over his shoulder as he walked straight into a trashcan.
  13. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yaeey!! That was some rully great stuff! And now we have one more landmark in the town of Hensonville... Nice subtle nod to Christy... And Kermit and Melinda's first date, could you call it a date? It was so...
    Well, just insert whatever made up word of excitement and happiness you usually use when gushing over someone else's story... And you've pretty much summed up my feelings over this.

    More please?
  14. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Oh my gosh Lisa I am loving this! Nice nod to Christy with the restaraunt and I just loved Jim and Frank and Don and Jerry and wow! I love how Kermit was talking about Sam and Friends and the date with Melinda. You're painting an amazing picture here and I can tell you've done some research and it's awesome! Please don't stop! Give us more!
  15. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Well-Known Member

    Oh my goodness!! This is the BEST ever!! As are all of your fanfictions!! And I don't think I've stolen Lisa's crown anyways. XD She's the one who inspired me to start writing to begin with. XD

    THAT REMINDS ME...I have to post more story of my own....*scurries off to write more story*
  16. Fragglemuppet

    Fragglemuppet Well-Known Member

    I love this story, and I am very, very, very excited to see you writing again, yay! Did I get the message across? Lol.
    It's really nice to get all the early Henson history, (from a person who can not stand to do research.) Oh BTW, you can correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think this takes place in Hensonville. It is my way of thinking, that Hensonville was only founded in more recent years, in a tribute to Jim. Of course, this is up to you. Looking forward to reading more!
  17. Smiles

    Smiles Well-Known Member

    Nervous? Whay were you nervous? This is FANTASTIC! I'm really excited to read more of this! And I just love the word flippersteps! (see look, no reason to be nervous, you had me hooked from the title!)
  18. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Well-Known Member

    I mean, the Queen of Fanfiction....NERVOUS!?! I can't believe it Lisa! Your nervous...wow. *gives huge hug* Check your presents at the dorms!
  19. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    "Queen of Fanfiction"? ...<Bashfully adjusts crown> In chapter six, you will understand why I am/was nervous. But by chapter twelve, all nervousness will have simply disappeared. And speaking of chapter twelve, I think I'll go type it now. (I tend to write ahead of what I post.)

    ..."Queen of Fanfiction"... I could get used to this!
  20. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    You know what guys...

    Never mind. I just can't do this story. It has to do with that "major altercation" I mentioned in the first post, you see, I... I just can't bring myself to do it. It's just too much of a breach of what's been established, and... Well, there's just too many holes to try to fill, and it's just too far fetched. It breaks characters. I thought it was a perfect explanation of something, or rather some things, but it just isn't. It asks more questions than it answers. Plus my schedule doesn't really allow me to write much fanfiction. My grades have already been suffering lately, and now that I'm in a play, and I have all sorts of tests coming up, and projects due... it's just out of the question. And besides all that, this story is just too emotionally draining. I'm sorry that I got you all excited about it. I just can not write this story.

    <Removes crown>

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