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Flippersteps in the Sand

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

  1. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    - I love this line best of all ever!

    And, Lisa...I am going to dare you to tell me that was not an April Fool's Day joke...

    Or you are going to be in BIG trouble with me. Major altercation or no, you dare stop this story and you'll have more than a Prawnie on your tail.
  2. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Agree with Guardy on that one Lisa... If you wanna talk about it, where you thought the story would lead, what problems it is you think will impeed the story's progress... You know you can talk to us. You can reach me by PM or forumer E-mail.

    Just keep thinking of this... What problem/situation is it the characters must face? And how will that problem/situation be solved? Those are the two main questions you need to ask and answer to get a good story started, and hopefully finished.

    So... Can we have more please?
  3. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. Please tell me that was an April Fools Joke. You have to write this story! It's too good to stop!

    So come on, pop out from behind the chair and say "Gotcha!"

    Come on! Please give us more!
  4. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    Please, yes!! Tell us this was an April Fool's Joke!!! *Hugs her tightly* PLEAASSEEEE!!!!!! PLEASE!!! Please, with a holy mosquito on top!!!
  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Sigh.> I'm sorry guys, but...



































    APRIL FOOLS!!!!!

    I think this is the first time I've ever remembered April Fools Day and pulled a prank. In fact, I know it's the first time I've pulled a prank. Anyways. Yes, yes, April Fools... It was just irresistable. I don't even start to pull your heartstrings until chapter six with this one, so I had to keep you on your toes somehow.

    Still, I'm glad you all pretty much figured me out right away. I don't give up that easily! Altercation, schmaltercation, the story will go on! In fact, I think I'll post some right now.
  6. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    *Sighs happily* Thank you!!! I knew the "Queen" wouldn't give up that easily!!
  7. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Three

    Seven Months and One Week Later
    April 30, 1964


    Melinda glanced at the small black and white television wedged into a corner of the kitchen as the man on the screen introduced Jim Henson. She carried a slip of paper out of the kitchen and into the restaurant, where a family of four was waiting. She set the paper face down on their table with a smile. “There you go, folks. Can I get you anything else?” she said.

    “No thank you,” the father said as he reached for the slip of paper.

    She nodded. “All right then. Thanks for coming to Christy’s, and we hope to see you again soon!” She walked off and stopped two tables away, where Kermit was sitting and examining the menu. She pulled it out of his hands and leaned against the table. “Haven’t you memorized it yet?” she teased.

    He laughed as she dropped it back on the table. “Hey Melinda,” he said.

    “Hey Kermit,” she said with a smile. “How come you’re not on The Today Show with Jim?”

    He looked at her like she was crazy. “And miss the fly burger special?” he said. She laughed, and he reached for her hands. “When do you get off?” he asked.

    “As soon as my last table’s done,” she said.

    “Who’s your last table?” he asked.

    “You.”

    “Oh!” he said. “Well in that case- check please.”

    She laughed. “You haven’t even gotten your food yet!” she said. “Don’t you wanna run your bill up real high so you can give me a good tip?”

    He scrunched his face up. “You’re not the only one who pays rent, you know.”

    “I know, I know...” She stood closer to him and put her arms around his neck. “Don’t you wanna take care of me?” she quietly teased.

    “I do take care of you,” he said as he slid his arms around her waist.

    She kissed the top of his head. “Hold that thought,” she whispered. “I’ve gotta check on your food.” She pushed herself away from him and walked back into the kitchen.

    Half an hour later, they left the restaurant and strolled hand in hand down the street. They slowed down as they passed the old run-down Benny Vandergast Memorial Theater, and Kermit kept his eyes on it as they walked.

    Melinda looked at him, then at the theater, and back at him. “What?” she said.

    “Hm?” Kermit snapped out of his trance. “Oh. Just thinking.”

    They walked to a park and settled themselves beneath a tree. Several yards away, some kids were playing leapfrog. Kermit looked at them and smiled. “We used to play that all the time in the-“ he cut himself off. Melinda was looking very intently at the blade of grass she was playing with. “Melinda?” Kermit said. “Why don’t you ever talk about the swamp?”

    “Because I don’t want to,” she said.

    “Why not?”

    She didn’t answer at first, just played with the grass. When she spoke, her voice was quiet, and she didn’t look up. “It was a lie, Kermit.”

    He stared at her. “Pardon?”

    “The swamp,” she said. “It was all a lie. We spent every day being carefree happy little frogs, and then Ma sent us off to sleep saying, ‘Your father and I never meant to have tadpoles. We hate each other, and we don’t care much for you, either.’ She said that to us every night.” She angrily ripped the grass out of the dirt and let it scatter. “That’s why I don’t talk about it.” She set her head on her knees. “It’s just a lie. The whole world is just a lie.”

    Kermit was quiet for a moment. “Well not the whole world,” he said softly. He scooted closer, put a hand on her back, and pointed towards the sky. “That’s not a lie,” he said.

    She looked up. He was pointing at a rainbow. She thought about it. “Hey Kermit?” she said. “Ever wonder why there’s so many songs about rainbows?”

    He hesitated. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe because a lot of people think a rainbow is... some kind of vision.”

    Melinda shook her head. “They’re just illusions.”

    “Not really,” Kermit said. “I mean, illusions usually hide things. Rainbows have nothing to hide.”

    “But they’re so short,” Melinda said. “See? That one’s already fading, and half the people in this park haven’t even noticed it.”

    Kermit hesitated. “Well,” he said, “At least it’s not a lie.”

    “You mean like everything else?” She looked at him. “Show me something permanent that isn’t a lie.”

    He hugged her close, ran his fingers through her hair, and looked straight into her eyes. “I love you, Melinda,” he said. “And that’s not a lie.”

    She held his gaze. “Really?” she whispered.

    “Really,” he said.

    “But is it permanent?” she asked.

    “Well, it’s lasted this long, hasn’t it?” he said.

    She nodded and leaned closer, and they kissed. Then she rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. “Kermit?” she said softly. “I love you, too.”

    They sat together and watched the rainbow fade.

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

    One Month and One Week Later
    June 9, 1964


    The small room was comfortably crowded. Jim was sprawled out in his chair, Don and Jerry were at their desks, Rowlf was sitting against the wall, and Kermit was sitting on the windowsill. It was the end of the day, and they were laughing, as usual. Don had tied a few feathers to a rubber band, which he was prepared to fire at the bathroom door the second Frank emerged from it. But the door into the room opened first. The feathers flew across the doorway, and the person entering screamed and jumped backwards. Everyone in the room laughed. They were used to these jokes.

    Melinda stepped through the door a second time, shaking her head. She picked the feathered rubber band up and flung it back at Don. He caught it. “One of these days, I’ll get even with you, Don,” she sighed.

    “I look forward to it,” Don replied. He shot the rubber band again, this time at the opening bathroom door.

    “Whoa!” Frank ducked, the feathers flew over his head, and everyone else laughed. Frank looked at the feathers on the bathroom floor, then at Don, and then back at the feathers. He shook his head. “So how come it’s always me?” he said.

    “It’s not always you,” Jerry said. “It was Melinda about five seconds ago.”

    Jim smiled at him. “You’re good at walking into these things, Frank,” he said. The phone rang, and he answered it.

    “Big prank day today?” Melinda asked as she perched herself on the windowsill next to Kermit.

    “About as much as usual,” Kermit said. “So how are you, Melinda?”

    “Kermit,” Jim said, holding the phone out to him. “For you.”

    “Oh,” Kermit said. He hopped down. “Who is it?”

    “Sean Connery,” Jim deadpanned.

    Kermit scrunched up his face and took the phone. “Hello?”

    Don excused himself to the bathroom.

    “I bet he’s setting up another prank,” Rowlf said.

    “Probably,” Frank said.

    Jim sat up. “We should try something big on him sometime,” he said.

    Frank looked at him. “To return the favor?”

    “If you call it a favor,” Rowlf said.

    “To return the favor,” Jim nodded.

    Frank smiled. “You’ve got something in mind?”

    “Really?” Kermit said into the phone, suddenly excited. “Yeah, that’s great! Well of course!” He glanced at Melinda with a smile. “We’ll see,” he said. He scrunched his face up. “Maggie...” He shook his head. “I’ll see ya soon, Mags... Bye-bye.” He hung up the phone. “Wow,” he said.

    “What?” Melinda said.

    “My brother Zachary’s having tadpoles!” Kermit said. “That is, uh, he and his wife are.”

    “Well isn’t that nice?” Jerry said.

    Jim smiled. “When will they hatch, Kermit?” he said.

    “In a little over a week,” Kermit said. He hesitated. “Uh, Jim?” he said. “Could I, uh, take a few days off, um...”

    “So you can be there when they hatch?” Jim smiled as he reached over and marked something on the calendar. “Of course.”

    “Aw, thanks Jim!” Kermit said.

    “Why don’t I ever get time off?” Rowlf said. “I work like a dog around here!”

    “But you are a dog,” Frank said.

    Jim chuckled. “Not my decision, Rowlf,” he said. “That’s for Jimmy Dean to decide.”

    Jerry nodded. “But if you ever need to go see some hatching tadpoles, I’m sure he would let you.”

    “All right,” Rowlf said. “So that would mean never?”

    “He’d probably let you off for puppies, too, Rowlf,” Kermit said.

    “Oh,” Rowlf said. “Well that’s still never.”

    Frank looked at Kermit and Melinda. “Didn’t you two have to be somewhere...”

    Melinda nodded. “Yeah we-“

    Kermit looked at the clock. “Oh, we’ve gotta go!” he said. He grabbed Melinda’s hand. “See ya, guys!”

    “Bye!” Melinda laughed as they walked out. “So, tadpoles, huh?” she said when they got outside. “Does that mean you’re leaving me for a few days?”

    Kermit looked at her. “Not necessarily,” he said. He put his arm around her waist. “They want you to come, too, Melinda.”

    “Me?” Melinda said. “I- I don’t know, Kermit, it... It’s really not my place...”

    “Oh sure it is,” Kermit said. “And besides, they’d like to meet you.”

    “Well-“ Melinda squirmed.

    Kermit smiled at her. “You’ve told me you want to meet them,” he said softly.

    “I know, I know...” she smiled. “I’ll see if I can get off work.”

    He stopped walking and hugged her close. “Thanks, Melinda,” he said.
  8. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Punches April Fool... That's for making Lisa prank us into thinking there was no more story!

    *Hugs Lisa... Thank you, thank you... Can we have some more?
    Oh... So much vonderful... Kermit and Melinda going to the swamp to see the tadpoles... Maggy calling from the swamp... The whole Prank Day with Don and Frank... And Rowlf having to talk to Jimmy Dean to get time off for tadpoles or puppies...

    But the best of all... Preview of Rainbow Connection... That was great... And sort of how Kermit and Rowlf later came up with the name for my namesake's address of residence.

    Oh Lisa, can we have some more please?
  9. Fraggleforever

    Fraggleforever New Member

    Wow.....I just.....this story leaves me speechless. I love it so much! I am so glad you are writing again. Please, tell me more as soon as you can!
  10. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    Oh! you're a fiend! (Although I mean that in the nicest way possible!) Here I was all set to beg and plead and tell how I wrote a fanfic for another fandom that was all controversial and scary and it turned okay and people liked it and now I can't do that so you're getting a run on sentence instead. Take that!

    On the other hand I've never been so happy to be called a fool before! Yay for your updating. I really like your writing style but I have to say ( and this is a reaction, not a criticism) that I'm such a Kermit/Piggy adorer that I find it odd to see Kermit so happy with someone else. However, then I think of how nice it is to see him all happy, and I start to wonder if you're creating an alternate universe here where Melinda and Kermit are together (in the present) or if you're planning to split them up in some horribly devastating way. (Or a nice way... it could happen) It's just all so interesting!

    So you've got me thinking, which is my favorite part of reading fanfiction, besides Kermit/Piggy cuddling. Thanks for the happy ending to the April Fool's Day scare!

    Leyla, the happy camper
  11. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ahem, *cough*, Ahem...
  12. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    You might want something for that cough of yours Bo...

    *Nudges Lisa... Come on, can we have some more story now please?
  13. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    YEA! I knew it was a prank Lisa! I just knew it! Very clever though.

    Now, about this chapter....

    It was FANTASTIC!!! Everything was so well written I don't even know where to begin. Of course the Rainbow Connection stuff was outstanding. I also loved Rowlf's part and Kermit bringing Melinda home to see the tadpoles hatch and meet the family and WOW! A history we didn't even know Kermit had! This is just so great and I just really can't wait for more.

    Honestly Lisa, this is your best story yet. I know I say that everytime, but seriously, they just keep getting better and with this one you've added a whole new dimension or something.

    All right, I'll stop rambling and ask for MORE! Please!
  14. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    You know, I really wasn't planning on posting another chapter today. But, I just so happened to almost completely write one during some free time at religious school this morning. (I work first shift and hang out for second shift, so no, I was not skiving off of my duties.) And what that basically means is, I changed my mind. Here comes chapter four!
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Four

    One Week Later
    June 16, 1964


    Kermit sat in the train with a hand on his banjo and an arm around Melinda. He watched her face as she stared out the window at the passing scenery. He squeezed her shoulder. She looked at him, smiled stiffly, and turned back to the window.

    “Melinda?” Kermit said quietly. She turned to him. “Thank you,” he said, keeping his voice low.

    She shifted her weight. “For what?”

    “For coming to the swamp,” he said.

    She looked away and shrugged. “It’s no big deal,” she mumbled.

    He leaned closer to her. “We both know it is,” he whispered. “It means a lot to me.” She turned closer to him with a tiny smile. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

    She grinned playfully up at him, put her hand on his head, and pulled him into a kiss.

    `````````````````​

    Melinda wrapped her arm around Kermit’s neck and kept her face close to his as they strolled down the old dirt road. “Are we there yet?” she teased.

    He smiled and shifted his banjo in his other hand. “No.”

    “Are we there yet?”

    “No.”

    “Are we there yet?”

    “No.”

    “Are we there yet?”

    “No.” By now he was scrunching his face.

    “Are we there yet?”

    “No.”

    “Are we there yet?”

    “Melinda!”

    “Are we there yet?”

    “Sheesh…” He wrapped his arm around her waist as she laughed. “Come on,” he said softly. “This way.”

    He led her off the road and into the marsh grasses. “HI HO, EVERYONE!” he called out.

    “UNCLE KERMIT!” A dozen little frogs hopped out of nowhere and tried to tackle him.

    “Hi guys!” Kermit laughed. He knelt down and scooped up two of the young frogs in his arms, while a few others tried to hop on his back and landed on each other. He turned his head to look at them. “Are you okay? Be careful back there…”

    “Hey, Kermit’s here!”

    “Hi Kermit!”

    A frog and a toad about Kermit’s age approached him. He released the younger frogs and stood up. “Hey guys, it’s good to see ya!” he said. He pulled Melinda closer to him. “I want you to meet Melinda. Melinda, this is Goggles and Croaker.” He pointed to the toad and the frog, respectively.

    “Nice to meet you, Melinda.” Croaker shook her hand.

    “Hi,” Melinda said.

    “And let’s see, running around here we’ve got…” Kermit looked around at the younger frogs. “Ah, there’s Erik, Tom, Priscilla, Angela, Tammy, Max, George…” Suddenly his eyes were covered by another frog’s fingers. He scrunched up his face. “And that should be my sister Maggie behind me…”

    “Dang it, Mit! How’d you know?” the voice behind him asked as the fingers vanished from sight.

    He turned around to look at his sister. “Well Mags, you’ve pulled that on me about a hundred times too many,” he said. He put his arm around Melinda’s waist, where it belonged. “Maggie, this is Melinda, Melinda, this is my sister Maggie.”

    “Pleasure finally meeting you, Melinda,” Maggie said with half a mock curtsy. “Now come on, Mit, Zachary’s having a heart attack waiting for you!”

    Croaker slipped between Kermit and Maggie, offering the crook of his arm. He spoke quickly and quietly. “Escort you to the pond, gor- ooft.”

    Kermit pushed him further into the swamp. “Well, we wouldn’t want to keep Zachary waiting, now, would we?” He glanced at Maggie, glared at Croaker, and led the whole group towards the pond.
  16. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    So far... so great. Loved the train ride and Kermit and Melinda arriving at the swamp... But you can't leave us hanging here at the swamp's edges... Come on, is it time for another chapter yet? Please? With a Holy Mosquitos and a cherry on top?
  17. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    I can, shall, and in fact must leave you at the swamp's edges, if I'm going to finish this reading for English class. It's on persuasion. Maybe it'll help me persuade you to nag me less... Of course, I don't expect that to happen until the Earth circles the moon. More likely, it'll help me to nag- er, I mean, persuade other writers to continue their stories. <Cough.> Dusty in here...

    Anyway, five thirty tomorrow morning is going to come way too soon, and when you take homework and play practice into account, plus that "sleep" thing, I'm not promising a chapter for tomorrow. But only time will tell. Meanwhile, see if you can't pick out a little something in chapter three that no one seems to have caught yet. It's just a small little nod, but it's there.

    You like thinking, do you? And you like Kermit/Piggy cuddling? <Silly little grin> Speaking from the vantage point of someone who knows almost the entire plot line, allow me to highly advise you to keep reading as I keep posting. You're gonna like this story.
  18. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I can't say enough times how much I am loving this story Lisa! I can't wait for updates and I'm sucked into every chapter from the first line! This is SO good. I want to read more!
  19. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Yeah, I want to read more, too!

    ...Er, wait... Um...

    All right, seriously- well, as seriously as is realistically possible, anyway- as expected, I have too much homework to post more tonight. I'm sorry! But, I will be taking short breaks, and in those breaks, I would be happy to answer semi-random questions, and otherwise chat. So I'll be skimming through the thread looking for those semi-random-yet-to-be-answered-by-me-questions that I've been meaning to answer, as well as various comments I've been meaning to comment on. Starting with this one from Beth:

    Patience, patience, the pig will come, but we've got a bit to get through, first. I'm trying to keep as close to the actual history as possible, while mixing The Muppet Movie in when the time comes. And the time will come in... aw, shoot, I forget if it's '73 or '74. I think it's '73. I'll have to check. Anyway, have I thanked The Works yet? And MuppetWiki? This whole "accurate history" thing would be so much harder without those two.

    And speaking of accurate history, looking a bit- okay, looking a lot into the future, I don't suppose anyone could tell me if the tribute the Muppets did for Jim took place in the theater? MuppetWiki didn't mention a setting, last I checked, and I don't think it's even mentioned in The Works. Thanks in advance!


    Break time! Next:
    A vague reference, sort of. I think I had that in mind when I picked the title, but I was really more thinking along the lines of the sands of time. See, each part of the trilogy- or series, or whatever you wanna call it/ whatever it ends up being- will have the word "Flippersteps" in the title. This one's "Flippersteps in the Sand," next is "Flippersteps of Dance," and after that is "One Flipperstep at a Time." I'll explain the significance of those titles when we get to them. If I were to explain now, it would give too much away.
  20. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    I'm just gonna sit here with a silly little smile of my own for a while I think. :)

    Speaking as a person who has been catching up on all your stories, I know I'm gonna love this story. Yay! I am such a happy girl right now! I won't begrudge you having a life outside of writing since mine is keeping me from writing too. But vacation's coming up fast! Then it'll be back to slaving over a hot keyboard. I hope you find yourself in the same boat as well. In the meantime, I'm just thrilled to bursting that you, the fantastic author of Swamp Call and Summer in the Theatre and ... sigh... I won't keep raving, but I could...you are still writing! Squee!!!!!

    I like your trio of titles, nearly as much as the thought of a trio of stories from your lovely brain. Hmm... let's see if I can think of something coherent to say. Uh...Flipperstep may be the cutest word ever, for the record. Oh, and your screenname makes me start humming the song, and that's a good thing too.

    You are a brave soul to take on the wild melange of Muppet and Henson history as Muppet continuity is a hard thing to track just on its own. I'm so excited to read your stories!

    (I'm not half as crazy as I'm sounding right now.)

    Oh go ahead, say it, "she's twice as crazy!":boo: :sleep:

    Everyone's a critic.


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