Flirtation Waltz: A Muppet’s Love revised Chapter 1 It was an ordinary day in February, and Scooter, a.k.a. Steven Horace Grosse, is in his office, sitting at his desk and taking calls, answering emails, and preparing scripts. Suddenly, he heard someone knock on his office door. Scooter got out of his seat, walked to the door, and answered it. Kermit walked in. “Great news!” said Kermit, excitedly. “With some help from Piggy, I found us a new costume designer.” “That’s great, boss!” said Scooter, smiling. “We really need one. Ever since Hilda retired, the costumes have been terrible. Walter can sew, but he’s unable to, because he’s in the show. When will she get here?” Scooter asked, as he moved over to his file cabinet, and took out a stack of papers. “She'll be here tomorrow,” said Kermit. “Great!” said Scooter. “Well, I better get back to helping Clifford with these boxes,” said Kermit. “Yo, Kerm!” Clifford shouted. “I'll be there in a minute, Clifford!” Kermit shouted back. Kermit walked out the door, closing it behind him. ~ Meanwhile, Piggy and Link were on stage, arguing about the script for next week’s show, which called for her and Link to kiss, something Piggy was not happy about at all. Just then, Piggy spotted Kermit entering the auditorium. “Kermie! Kermie!” Piggy shouted. Kermit walked on the stage. “What is it, Piggy?” Kermit asked. “Where is Scooter?” she demanded. “He’s in his office,” said Kermit. Piggy stormed off the stage, and went straight to Scooter’s office. Piggy knocked on the door, and Scooter answered. Piggy walked in. “Why did you put in the script for moi to kiss that sausage brain Link?” Piggy asked. “It’s either him or Pepe,” said Scooter. Piggy groaned, and said, “Oh all right…I’ll do it.” She walked out the door. ~ Meanwhile in the auditorium, Kermit was sitting in the front row in one of the auditorium seats. Fozzie walked up to Kermit and asked, “Hey, Kermit, how would you like to hear the jokes that I’ve written for next week’s show?” “I’ll listen to them at approval time, Fozzie,” said Kermit. “Okay,” said Fozzie, walking away. Scooter entered the auditorium and sat down in the front row, beside Kermit. Gonzo, who was headed for the back of theater to try out his new act for next week’s show, walked across the stage. “Hey Gonzo!” Kermit shouted. “Be careful! we can’t afford to have the theater roof repaired! Sheesh…” He turned to Scooter and said, “I would like to see the script for next week’s show.” “No problem, boss,” said Scooter. Kermit and Scooter settled in Kermit’s office, and went over the script. “Well, Scooter,” said Kermit, as he got out of his chair, and walked to the door. “Once again you’ve put together a wonderful script.” “Thank you, chief!” said Scooter, smiling. “Are you feeling okay today?” Kermit asked. “Yes,” said Scooter. “I’m slowly getting through my grieving period.” “Great,” said Kermit, as he patted Scooter on the back. “It’s great that you are finally taking your place back here at the theater,” said Kermit, as he grabbed his hat, and coat, and scarf, and gloves from off the chair near the door, and put them on. Scooter also grabbed his jacket, scarf, gloves, and hat, and put them on. “Thanks, chief,” said Scooter, as the two walked out of Kermit’s office and out the theater door. The two stopped in front of the theater door. “Well, see you tomorrow, Scooter,” said Kermit. “Goodnight, boss,” said Scooter. “Hey, Scooter!” Kermit called. “Yes, boss?” said Scooter, who was about to walk to his car. “You know, Scooter,” said Kermit. “Since your uncle’s funeral, I thought that you would never leave your apartment and join us once again.” “Well chief,” said Scooter. “It’s very painful, when you’re dealing with the loss of a loved one, and the heartbreak of a unfaithful lover. But I’ve gotten over the heartbreak that the unfaithful lover has caused, and now, I just have to finish coping with the loss of a loved one.” “Well, I’d better get going now,” said Kermit. “Okay,” said Scooter. The two walked to their cars, and drove away. As Scooter drove, Scooter decided to stop at his favorite diner and have a bite to eat. Scooter walked in the diner, sat down, and ordered his usual burger and fries. ~ Meanwhile in Philadelphia, Stephanie Lorraine Briar is in her Philadelphia apartment, packing her belongings and preparing to leave the city. Just then, Stephanie heard a knock at the door, so she walked to the door and answered it. Stephanie's father, a brown whatnot with black hair who wearing a black business suit and a watch, walked in. “Stephanie, honey,” said Stephanie’s father. “First, I want to say that boy was wrong for you.” “Yeah, Dad, you were right,” said Stephanie, and sighed. “But this new job will make me forget about him.” “So did you enjoy your farewell party that your friends and I threw for you?” Stephanie’s father asked. “Yes,” said Stephanie, smiling. “But it isn’t really farewell. I told both Tia and Sharane that they could come visit me anytime, and so can you.” Just then a yellow moving truck pulled up to the front of the apartment building. “Well, Dad,” said Stephanie. “The moving truck is here, want to stay and see me off?” she asked. “Sure,” said Stephanie’s father. He smiled. “I just want to make sure that my little girl has a safe trip…” After Stephanie had finished packing, and the movers had loaded all of Stephanie’s furniture on to the truck, Stephanie and her father walked to her car. “Well dad…this is it,” said Stephanie, as she gave her father a big hug. “Call me when you get there,” said Stephanie’s father. “I will!” said Stephanie, as she started up her car. “Goodbye, Dad!” Stephanie shouted, as she drove away. ~ Back at Scooter’s favorite diner, Scooter was talking about the new costume designer with Pepe, Fozzie, Gonzo, Walter, Clifford, and Rizzo. “I wonder if the new costume designer likes jokes,” said Fozzie. “I wouldn’t if I were her,” said Rizzo, in a sarcastic tone. “I wonder if she’s into romance, okay,” said Pepe. “Oh, please!” said Rizzo, with the same snarky tone as before. “I wonder if she likes to groove,” said Clifford. “Oh geez…” said Rizzo, shaking his head. “I wonder if she likes weird things,” said Gonzo. “I hope not,” said Rizzo. “I wonder if she likes guys who can whistle?” said Walter. “Guys!” said Scooter, as he took a sip of his soda. “For all we know, she could be Hilda’s age, and she might not be into that stuff.” “Yeah, your right…” they all mumbled. ~ Statler and Waldorf, who were sitting in a booth behind them, had been eavesdropping on the conversation. Statler turned to Waldorf and said, “Hey, Waldorf, do you think the new costume designer knows what she’s getting into?” he asked. “No,” said Waldorf. “But I know what we are getting out of.” “What?” asked Statler. “Going to next week’s show!” said Waldorf. The two laughed.