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Chapter 1: A Cup of Kindness That We Share With Each Other
"Yep, right over there guys, no! Over there! Not by the window! No! Over there! By the-" a craking noise is heard. "Lawn chair," Scooter sighed. He turned around and shook his head.
Sweetums hopped over trying to pull the lawn chair off his foot. "Sorry 'bout that," he grunted.
Scooter sighed and scribbled something on his clipboard. "That's ok Sweetums, at least the snowman survived," Scooter turned to Sweetums.
"I wouldn't count on it," Sweetums pointed to an inflated inflatable snowman on the ground where Pepe and Rizzo the Rat were standing.
"So you see Pepe, that's why you don't eat the yellow snow," Rizzo told the prawn.
"Si, si," Pepe nodded. "But what about dis perfectly white lump of snow here? Can jou eat dat snow?" Pepe asked Rizzo.
Rizzo rubbed his hands together and smacked his lips. "You sure can! This snow here is grade A my crustacean friend!" Rizzo said as he sunk his teeth into the inflated snowman. Air started to leak out and the snowman and Rizzo both were sent flying through the air.
"Good grief," Scooter smacked his head.
"Ah!!" Rizzo screamed as he flew through the air. "I hate these Christmas specials!!"
Scooter shook his head and crossed something on the list off. Meanwhile, the snowman ran out of air and crashed into a pile of snow in the front yard of the Muppet boarding house.
Sweetums laughed as he pulled the lawn chair off his foot, he started to walk away and threw the chair behind him. It landed right on top of the deflated snowman.
Scooter sighed and started to walk over to where Rizzo lay. "I sure hope Kermit's having better luck than I am," Scooter said.
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The truth was, Kermit was having better luck than Scooter, which was a real surprise considering the current company he had at the Muppet Theater.
"Beauregard," George the Janitor called. "Make sure we don't blow a fuse!"
Beaureard stood at the circuit box and scratched his head. "Is that like blowing out a candle?" he asked.
Clifford put a plug into an outlet and a whole string of multi-colored lights turned on above the stage. "No man, it's like-oh never mind," Clifford sighed. He turned around and looked at the rest of the theater.
A fully trimmed Christmas tree sat in the middle of the theater where Uncle Deadly topped it off with a star on top, while above the doors some rats hung garlen. "Man, this is gonna be our best Christmas show ever," Clifford smiled.
Kermit walked out onto the stage and looked at the decorations, even the balcony had a wreath hanging in the middle of it. "Wow guys, it looks great," Kermit smiled. "Keep it up."
Clifford laughed and gave the frog a thumb's up. "No problem Kerm, you just go perfect that script of yours aight?"
Kermit laughed. "I'll do that Cliff," Kermit said. But as he walked back to his desk backstage he realized that this would be one of their first shows without Jerry writing the script. He shook the thought from his head, no time for that now.
He took his place behind his desk again and began writing some more. It was no sooner than he began doing that, when The Great Gonzo came running up to him.
"Kermit! Kermit! Kermit!" Gonzo cried.
Kermit sighed and shook his head, he knew that this would be Gonzo's eighth attempt to convince Kermit to let him do a stunt in the Christmas show.
"What is it now Gonzo?" Kermit asked him.
"I just wanted to say, merry Christmas," Gonzo said.
Kermit did a double take. "What? No 'This stunt will be great all I need is 479 pounds of lime gelatin and a porcupine?'"
"Of course! I just wanted to soften you up first, so Kermit, can I do a stunt in the Christmas show? All I need are a partridge in a pear tree, two turtle doves, three French hens, four calling birds, five golden rings, six geese a-laying, seven swans a-swimming, eight maids a milking, nine lords a-leaping, ten ladies dancing, eleven pipers piping, and twelve drummers drumming!" Gonzo said in one breath.
Kermit scrunched up his face. "Gonzo I really don't think our budget can handle that-" Kermit started to say.
"Well I could cut back! Take anything but the French hens!" Gonzo said.
Kermit shook his head. "No Gonzo! There's no room for your stunt in the Christmas show!" Kermit yelled.
Gonzo held open his mouth. "Well why didn't you tell me that the first time?!" He snapped. "I spent all that time coming up with new stunt ideas just for you to shoot me down after the seventh-"
"Eighth," Kermit corrected him.
"-time I ask you?!" Gonzo shouted. "I thought you liked me Kermit! But I guess if you did you would've told me that the first time I asked," Gonzo crossed his arms and turned his back to Kermit.
Kermit sighed. "Gonzo," he said.
"What?" Gonzo asked reluctantly.
"You can have a stunt in the show," Kermit told him.
Gonzo turned around. "Yes! Thanks Kermit!" Gonzo said before running upstairs into a dressing room. "Hey Sal I told you I could get Kermit to give in just like Piggy does!" he said from inside.
"Sheesh," Kermit sighed as he continued to write the script. He coughed a few times. "What the hey? I better not be coming down with something," Kermit though, but he let the thought slide, and returned to his writing.
"Yep, right over there guys, no! Over there! Not by the window! No! Over there! By the-" a craking noise is heard. "Lawn chair," Scooter sighed. He turned around and shook his head.
Sweetums hopped over trying to pull the lawn chair off his foot. "Sorry 'bout that," he grunted.
Scooter sighed and scribbled something on his clipboard. "That's ok Sweetums, at least the snowman survived," Scooter turned to Sweetums.
"I wouldn't count on it," Sweetums pointed to an inflated inflatable snowman on the ground where Pepe and Rizzo the Rat were standing.
"So you see Pepe, that's why you don't eat the yellow snow," Rizzo told the prawn.
"Si, si," Pepe nodded. "But what about dis perfectly white lump of snow here? Can jou eat dat snow?" Pepe asked Rizzo.
Rizzo rubbed his hands together and smacked his lips. "You sure can! This snow here is grade A my crustacean friend!" Rizzo said as he sunk his teeth into the inflated snowman. Air started to leak out and the snowman and Rizzo both were sent flying through the air.
"Good grief," Scooter smacked his head.
"Ah!!" Rizzo screamed as he flew through the air. "I hate these Christmas specials!!"
Scooter shook his head and crossed something on the list off. Meanwhile, the snowman ran out of air and crashed into a pile of snow in the front yard of the Muppet boarding house.
Sweetums laughed as he pulled the lawn chair off his foot, he started to walk away and threw the chair behind him. It landed right on top of the deflated snowman.
Scooter sighed and started to walk over to where Rizzo lay. "I sure hope Kermit's having better luck than I am," Scooter said.
**************************
The truth was, Kermit was having better luck than Scooter, which was a real surprise considering the current company he had at the Muppet Theater.
"Beauregard," George the Janitor called. "Make sure we don't blow a fuse!"
Beaureard stood at the circuit box and scratched his head. "Is that like blowing out a candle?" he asked.
Clifford put a plug into an outlet and a whole string of multi-colored lights turned on above the stage. "No man, it's like-oh never mind," Clifford sighed. He turned around and looked at the rest of the theater.
A fully trimmed Christmas tree sat in the middle of the theater where Uncle Deadly topped it off with a star on top, while above the doors some rats hung garlen. "Man, this is gonna be our best Christmas show ever," Clifford smiled.
Kermit walked out onto the stage and looked at the decorations, even the balcony had a wreath hanging in the middle of it. "Wow guys, it looks great," Kermit smiled. "Keep it up."
Clifford laughed and gave the frog a thumb's up. "No problem Kerm, you just go perfect that script of yours aight?"
Kermit laughed. "I'll do that Cliff," Kermit said. But as he walked back to his desk backstage he realized that this would be one of their first shows without Jerry writing the script. He shook the thought from his head, no time for that now.
He took his place behind his desk again and began writing some more. It was no sooner than he began doing that, when The Great Gonzo came running up to him.
"Kermit! Kermit! Kermit!" Gonzo cried.
Kermit sighed and shook his head, he knew that this would be Gonzo's eighth attempt to convince Kermit to let him do a stunt in the Christmas show.
"What is it now Gonzo?" Kermit asked him.
"I just wanted to say, merry Christmas," Gonzo said.
Kermit did a double take. "What? No 'This stunt will be great all I need is 479 pounds of lime gelatin and a porcupine?'"
"Of course! I just wanted to soften you up first, so Kermit, can I do a stunt in the Christmas show? All I need are a partridge in a pear tree, two turtle doves, three French hens, four calling birds, five golden rings, six geese a-laying, seven swans a-swimming, eight maids a milking, nine lords a-leaping, ten ladies dancing, eleven pipers piping, and twelve drummers drumming!" Gonzo said in one breath.
Kermit scrunched up his face. "Gonzo I really don't think our budget can handle that-" Kermit started to say.
"Well I could cut back! Take anything but the French hens!" Gonzo said.
Kermit shook his head. "No Gonzo! There's no room for your stunt in the Christmas show!" Kermit yelled.
Gonzo held open his mouth. "Well why didn't you tell me that the first time?!" He snapped. "I spent all that time coming up with new stunt ideas just for you to shoot me down after the seventh-"
"Eighth," Kermit corrected him.
"-time I ask you?!" Gonzo shouted. "I thought you liked me Kermit! But I guess if you did you would've told me that the first time I asked," Gonzo crossed his arms and turned his back to Kermit.
Kermit sighed. "Gonzo," he said.
"What?" Gonzo asked reluctantly.
"You can have a stunt in the show," Kermit told him.
Gonzo turned around. "Yes! Thanks Kermit!" Gonzo said before running upstairs into a dressing room. "Hey Sal I told you I could get Kermit to give in just like Piggy does!" he said from inside.
"Sheesh," Kermit sighed as he continued to write the script. He coughed a few times. "What the hey? I better not be coming down with something," Kermit though, but he let the thought slide, and returned to his writing.
