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Flippersteps in the Sand

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

  1. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Oh, that's right! twenty-seven, then. Well, here, Mr. Minky's big enough for two people, if you don't mind the fur being extra-long and getting in your mouth and nose whenever you hug him. Ah, but he could have been shared before, so... Never mind, that still puts us down one. That's a shame. I mean, not a shame that Beau's got that blue one for the movie, just a shame that we've got one less. Well... I do have some other stuffed animals... anybody wanna cuddle with a dolphin?
    <pours self a mug of cocoa>
    Relax, guys, there's gonna be plenty of happiness in this story, too. Happiness, and jokes, and some fun references, and generally uplifting stuff, and don't forget we've got those tadpoles coming up. Just like Maggie said- er, uh, that is, just like Maggie is going to say in chapter thirteen, you can't frown at a tadpole.
    A fluffly pink bunny? Hm... I'll check.
  2. Smiles

    Smiles Well-Known Member

    Beau, I have a fluffy pink flamingo...if that helps.......

    And yes! MORE STORY!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  3. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ooooh! I will call him "Flingy" and he will be my Fliggy and I will hug my Flingy!!! *does so*

    And now to raise the interlectual level of this conversation...
  4. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    ...Just how might one do that? I mean, I can be pretty good at lowering the intelectual level of a conversation, but raising it is another matter. Is it anything like raising a child? Because if it is, I'm in big trouble.
  5. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Allow me to demonstrate:

    *lifts and lowers glasses* Lisa, I have been giving a particularly high level of detailed delveing into the understanding of your creation of female characters embedded in the life and times of one K.T.Frog, and have come to the conclusion that aforementioned frog likes to suround himself with characters of a strong character in terms of strength and...
  6. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Ah, that, yes! Well, you seem to have noticed that the female characters I have created in the life of K. T. Frog are indeed of very strong character. I made a very specific point of that with this most recent female character. You see, I needed to understand what it would be exactly that this K. T. Frog would be attracted to. I decided to examine his current, closest group of friends and find what common trait they all held.

    Starting with his best friend, a certain Fozzie Bear. His jokes are terrible, he rarely receives applause, and he faces endless criticism, mostly in the form of two men who answer to "Statler" and "Waldorf." Yet, every week, he returns to the stage, and tries again. He is not easily deterred from his ambition.

    The same is true of a certain Gonzo the Great, with whom Kermit will sometimes associate. His acts are typically just horrid, and he is booed off the stage far more frequently than he is applauded. Yet he persists- he continues does not give up.

    Shifting now towards K. T. Frog's female associate, a certain pig who I am sure we all know. It would perhaps be frivilous to state how, but she clearly does not give up, either.

    Taking such close examination of these characters, and others, I have come to the conclusion that whatever it is they do, they are incredibly persistent. No matter what the obstacles, they are not deterred. That takes strength, and that it what our K. T. Frog admires, and thus surrounds himself with. So, to create a character with which K. T. Frog strongly associates himself, the essential ingredient is strength.
  7. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    An the interlectual level is raised...*pats self on the back*
  8. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    You can raise the intellectual level all you want. Me... I'm raising this glass and getting some more lemon-lime soda to drink. Come on Rowlf, let's get some more drinks.
    *Leaves post.
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    OK... Finished the second act. Not posting more till Lisa either comes in and comments... Or posts more of her own story.
    *Places Penguin figure into Daredevil Gonzo's cannon and aims at Toga... So what'll it be?

    Oh BTW, Leyla... You're welcome to join us as a resident of the dorms. Just contact me first if you wanna join.
  10. Fraggleforever

    Fraggleforever Well-Known Member

    ..........I.......j.........[Sighs]. This story, takes my breath away Togetheragain. You are so talented. I wish I could write stories like you. [Wipes tears from eyes.] I think I need a pick-me-up.
    [Shoots Bean Bunny out of a cannon.]
    Ah, I feel better. Great story! Please tell me more.
  11. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Hahah!!!! What a PERFECT pick-me-up!!! And don't worry, we all live in awe of her story-spinning ability, don't be jealous!
  12. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Well-Known Member

    *Hugs Scooter doll tightly* OH NO....*cries softly into the doll's chest* Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............

    ..........I can't BELEIVE IT..........They're dead....oh no...

    *Sniffles* Please....Lisa....don't leave us hanging with such....sadness....please...post more......

    *sniffles again, then reaches for the tissues and pours herself a cup of white cocoa.*
  13. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    She's so unfair! Why won't she post! Just post Lisa! Post!!!
  14. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I hate that I have such limited internet access these days! I miss the updates! Anyway, I'm sniffling right now as everyone else is because that was simply heartwrenching. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to Melinda and Ray but I had this feeling and I didn't want to be right. Of course I know it's because of the plot, but it's still so sad! So, please post some more, we need some light in all this dark sad stuff! And by the way, this is really good, and I think it is your best fan fic by far even though I say that everytime, I really feel that way about this one. Please post more!
  15. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yeah, I know Bo... Where's Ryan when you need him to back us up with a second penguin cannon...
    And Renee... Chin up... There's still some more sadness to come as Lisa herself said... But I'm hopping there'll be a green guy who comes into the picture soon... If she hasn't changed it that is.
  16. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Poor us! We are all weeping over the fanfics at the moment...why do we do this to ourselves?
  17. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    I really didn't intend to post today. I've fallen behind in my writing, not to mention having play practice and homework to do. But, see, the funny thing is, I have realized that in order to focus, I need my homework to be distracting me from something. Something, like, y'know... having a minor nervous breakdown while waiting for people to reply to a new chapter. So. Teddy bears ready, everybody.

    Oh, and Beau? We do this to ourselves because... Um... Because... Well, I'm sure somebody has a reason!
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Ten

    Three Days Later
    November 4, 1968

    Kermit stood on the old dirt road and stared at the marsh grasses. He loosely held his banjo, and nothing else. He turned, looked up and down the road, and sighed. Then he entered the swamp alone.

    He marched through the marsh grasses, his face firmly etched into a deep frown. There were voices around him; young, happy voices, and laughter.

    “Uncle Kermit?”

    He stopped.

    There was a gasp. “UNCLE KERMIT’S HERE!”

    The grasses bustled as young frogs slowly surrounded him. “UNCLE KERMIT! UNCLE KERMIT! UNCLE KERMIT!”

    Kermit sighed, nodded to them, and trudged on. He listened as news of his arrival quickly flooded the swamp.


    “Hey, Kermit!”

    “Hi Kermit!”


    Goggles, Croaker, Jimmy, and Maggie were suddenly at his side.

    “Hey, how are you?”

    “What are you doing here?”

    “Where’s Melinda?”

    “Where’s Ray?”

    “Are you all right?”


    “Where are Ray and Melinda?”

    “Hey… Mit?”

    He looked up at them slowly and took a deep breath. “They’re not coming,” he said.

    “What do you mean?” Croaker said.

    Kermit looked at him. “They’re gone.”

    “Gone?” Maggie repeated.

    “Where’d they go?” Goggles asked.

    Kermit shook his head. “They’re just gone,” he said. He walked past them and headed for his favorite log, where he sat down and sighed.

    Jimmy came and sat next to him. He put a hand on Kermit’s shoulder. “Gone,” he whispered. “You mean, they- died?”

    Kermit looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. He nodded.

    And Maggie was in front of them. “What happened?” she asked urgently.

    He set his banjo down. “We- we were going to- to the zoo,” he said quietly. “It- it was raining, and… The driver- lost control of the- cab, and… I don’t really remember it, but… I guess we went off the bridge? And…” A tear streamed down his face.

    Then there were arms around him, and a gentle voice was behind him. “Oh, Kermit…”

    He knew it was his mother, and he leaned against her. “I- I blacked out, I think,” he whispered. “I must’ve. And then when I woke up…” He turned closer to his mother. “The driver wasn’t there, and… Melinda…” He stopped, held back his tears, and looked up into his mother’s face. “I- I was- holding- Ray- when he…” But he couldn’t stop his tears. He pressed his face against his mother’s chest and cried.

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

    Three Days Later
    November 7, 1968

    James was one of the oldest frogs in the swamp. He walked with a cane that he had carved from a fallen branch. At the time, he had twisted his ankle. He was fully healed now, and had been for years, but he still kept the cane. He didn’t need it. He just liked it.

    He sat down on a rock and looked out over the swamp. He saw his daughter walking with a determined look in her eye. “Going some place, Maggie?” he called to her.

    She hopped over to him. “Hi Dad!” she said. “I’m going to look at the eggs.”

    James shook his head. “You know it’s shorter to go the other way.”

    “Yeah I know,” Maggie said casually. “I’m just avoiding Lonely Log.”

    “Lonely Log?” he looked across the pond, where Kermit was sitting on his favorite log, as he had been for most of the past three days. “You mean your brother?”

    Maggie plopped herself down beside her father’s rock and let one flipper hang into the pond. “He just sits there,” she said flatly. “He just sits there being lonely. And he doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t smile- he holds his banjo sometimes, but he never plays it. I just don’t get it, Dad, I just can’t stand it!” She kicked the water for emphasis.

    James put a hand on her shoulder. “Be patient,” he said softly. “Death is hard on a frog.”

    “Yeah well we’ve all dealt with it before,” Maggie said. “It was hard when Gramps and Granny died, too, but we still laughed. We still smiled. He doesn’t even smile!”

    Her father sighed. “It’s a different kind of death,” he said. “It’s one thing to lose a grandparent, or a parent, and it’s quite another to lose a son. And a wife. When… When Gramps and Granny died, it was time. We knew it would happen someday. We knew we would see it. But-“ he turned to his daughter. “No one expects their son to die before they do.”

    Maggie leaned against the rock. “I guess,” she sighed.

    He put his hand on her head. “When you and your brothers and sisters were young,” he said, “When it was time to sleep, you all stayed very close to your mother and I. But as each of you got older, and had your friends and…” he smiled. “Lovers… You sleep closer to them than to us. And once you have tadpoles of your own… You don’t stay by me and your mom, you stay with them. You ever look around here, middle of the night?” He looked at her. “The whole family is all sleeping in these clumps. And whoever’s in your clump, that’s who you’re closest to.” He looked across the pond at his oldest son. “In one day… In just one afternoon,” he whispered, “Kermit’s clump was wiped out. He lost his entire clump. Just like that.” He stood up. “That’s something only one frog has gone through in the history of this swamp. And that frog is Kermit.” He looked at his daughter sadly. “There isn’t one of us who can tell him we know how he feels or what he’s going through, Margaret.”

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

    One Week Later
    November 14, 1968

    Kermit stretched out on his favorite log. It was situated in between a few trees and lily pads, completely surrounded by water. He looked gloomily up at the night sky. He was silent for a long time before he whispered his thoughts to the heavens. “You never showed me your star, Melinda. And Ray, you never even found yours. Are you stars now? Are you watching me tonight?” He waited, but the stars didn’t answer him. He sighed.

    Kermit,” a voice called softly. “Kermit…”

    He sat up, hoping. “Melinda?”

    The voice was gentle. “Melinda? No, Kermit. It’s me, your star!”

    He laid down. “Oh.”

    We should talk more often.”

    He scrunched his face. “Yeah.”

    You’re forgetting me, Kermit.”

    “No I’m not,” he said grouchily. “I just don’t wanna talk.”

    You don’t want to leave the swamp, either. But you can’t reach me here.”

    He sat up. “Yeah, well, maybe I don’t wanna reach you, Star. Maybe you’re a little too high for me. Maybe it hurts me to try.”


    “Leave me alone, Star.” He laid down with his face to the bark of the log.
  19. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Well-Known Member

    ....*hugs Scooter doll tighter*.....

    poor kermit....oh.....I wanna hug him so badly now.
  20. froggiegirl18

    froggiegirl18 Well-Known Member

    awww...poor Kermit. So sad. You are doing a wonderful job Lisa. keep it coming girl.:)

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