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Kermie's Girl (ushy-gushy fanfic)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Ruahnna, Apr 21, 2006.

  1. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    Aw, there was so much sweetness in this update, and a lot of different flavours of sweetness, if you follow me.

    I love how kidish Robin is in this. He's such a smart little guy I sometimes forget he's so young. Kermit's reaction to the "chewing the furniture" is simply adorable. I feel like cuddling him. So I will! (Pulls out recently purchased Kermit and Piggy dolls and lets loose with the cuddling.) You carry the tension very well through this chapter.

    I continue to like Scooter and Sara's interaction and Im looking forward to seeing them in Vegas. I particularly liked Scooter's not calling Kermit until the plane lands. I don't imagine Kermit's invaluable assistant takes anything for granted, given that the Muppet show was probably the inspiration for Murphy's Law.

    Liked that dialogue! The chorus girl comments were funny. (Just exactly which female chorus girl pig was Scooter talking about anyway? Annie sue? 'Cause I'm reasonably sure Piggy wouldn't appreciate such a moniker.)

    Gonzo's getting chewed out by Camilla was very funny. I've always wondered if anyone could keep that maniac in line. Rizzo was great too, especially his enthusiasm for the all you can eat buffet.

    I was very surprised, and amused by Bunsen and Beaker's appearance. Loved the Hawaiian shirts and the implication of Bunsen caused trouble at their convention.

    Kermit and Piggy's conversation was artfully done. I love that they both found out about the latest article at the same time, meaning that Kermit was covering too, and like Piggy, we didn't even know it. Great writing.
    Oh, that is so awww-inspiring. Fooey on 'em indeed! All of this reassurance is quite poignant because we already know it's going to get worse!

    I like Mabel, she seems interesting and I like her assessment of Kermit and Piggy and her instant bonding with Rizzo. The way to that rat's heart is definately through his stomach, not that I'm implying romance there at all.

    Robin's song was pure sweetness and made me all wistful.

    Pepe's arrival had me all alarmed, and then of course it was very funny. I loved Fozzie covering his face with his hat... again, so sweet! Somehow I'm not surprised that they couldn't escape to Vegas without Pepe along!

    As always, I loved the costume you put Piggy in, but oh! what an unfortunate choice of song given what's going on! Yikes, the lyrics! Poor Kermit and Piggy... and poor Fozzie for thinking he'd done something wrong.

    Ah, that's brilliantly written. I like the phrasing there.

    Ooh, I'm just so worried about the frog right now! I mean, all this rumour business is obviously getting to him. I must know what happens next!

    Leyla
  2. ReneeLouvier

    ReneeLouvier Active Member

    I just simply can't wait for more Ru!!
  3. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Don't have to, dear! Here comes a big chunk of story! (Hope I'm not freaking you out, writing you into the story this way, because if you thought running through the airport was fun, just wait and see what you get to do next!)
  4. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Chapter 17: Restoration

    “Need any help?”
    At the sound of Scooter’s voice, Fozzie turned, dropped everything in his hands and ran to embrace Scooter in a crushing bear hug.
    “Scooter! Oh, Scooter—I am so glad you’re here, I could kiss you!”
    Scooter set his glasses back on his nose and patted Fozzie in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. “That’s okay, Fozzie,” he said dryly. “I brought my own.”
    Despite herself, Sara blushed.
    “Kermit out front?” Scooter asked.
    “Yes,” Fozzie said. “They’re running ‘One Fine Day.’”
    “Hmmm,” Scooter thought. “Didn’t hear it on the way in.” He reclaimed his clipboard and his headset and waded into the mayhem backstage. In considerably less than a half-hour, all the equipment, costumes and people were where they actually belonged. While this was going on, Sara trailed along in Scooter’s wake, occasionally providing assistance but mostly just trying to stay out of the way. Fascinated, she tried to take it all in. A movie studio might be a world apart, but backstage at a theatre was an entirely different universe. Even at rehearsal there was a sense of urgency and immediacy that made you want to move, to join in. Watching Scooter in his natural element made Sara swell with pride, and she marveled again at finding herself here, in Vegas, with Scooter Grosse. As if sensing her thoughts, the young man turned and smiled at her.
    “You doing okay?”
    “I’m doing great. It fun to watch you work.”
    Scooter straightened and leaned in close. His voice was husky-soft and teasing. “If you think this is fun, you should watch me play!” He leaned in to kiss her—would have succeeded, too—if Rizzo had not barreled through at that moment with his hanging rack of clothes.
    “I’m moving out of the kitchen,” Rizzo said sulkily. “Happy now?”
    Sara and Scooter grinned at each other over the top of the irate rat.
    “Yeah,” Scooter said. “I am.”

    Since “One Fine Day” was stalled out, Gonzo had decided to make another attempt at his milk-gargling, tight-rope-walking, fruit-balancing act.
    “Is my cape on straight?” Gonzo asked. Rizzo gave him a critical eye over his Portabella mushroom and feta-cheese wrap. Although he had left the kitchen for one of the men’s dressing rooms, Mabel had seen that he had not left it empty-handed.
    “Little to the left, maybe,” Rizzo said, and his friend tugged obediently on the shoulder. “That’s good,” Rizzo said around a mouthful of tomato, mushroom and cheese. “Don’t forget your goggles.”
    “Right,” Gonzo said, slipping them over his eyes and fastening them securely. “Wish me luck.”
    “Break a leg or something, won’t you?” Rizzo said gruffly, just a little worried about the feasibility of this latest stunt. At that precise moment, Camilla walked by, gave Gonzo a disdainful look and made a suggestion of her own before stalking off.
    “Still mad at you, I see,” Rizzo said.
    “Yep,” Gonzo admitted. “But you notice she came by to get a look at my legs in tights.”

    Scooter had had his back thumped so many times he felt like he was going to cough up a hairball, and his grown-up, professional hairstyle was disheveled from so many hands ruffling it in affection. “It’s like a family reunion,” Sara thought to herself, “except there’s no Aunt Edna to pinch his cheeks.” She had a sudden wicked thought but managed to get a hold of herself before she acted on it. As a result of the halo effect, Sara was racking up several hugs herself, and she could have sworn Pepe had patted her on the fanny before she was able to extricate herself. Sara only laughed, but Scooter gave the little crustation a look that sent him scurrying in the opposite direction.
    Fozzie had been absolutely ecstatic about Scooter’s unexpected arrival, for although he had done a remarkable job under the circumstances, organization was not his forte.
    “This is so wonderful,” he said to anyone who would listen. “Now the only thing I have to worry about is my act.”
    Floyd opened his mouth to say something but Janice stuffed the end of her granola bar into his mouth at that precise moment. Floyd swallowed what he’d been about to say along with the granola.
    “Be nice,” Janice said, touching Floyd’s cheek to take the sting out of her words. Floyd finished chewing and gave her an innocent look that didn’t fool her for an instant.
    “Hey now, Babe,” he said. “You know me—I’m always nice.”

    Rowlf came over and stood near Piggy. Since Kermit had left almost twenty minutes ago, Piggy had not stopped staring after him.
    “Kermit will shake this off. He’ll be back when he’s cleared his head,” Rowlf offered, hoping it was true.
    “I hate this,” Piggy said, her hands balling into fists. “I hate what this is doing to him.”
    “Been a tough time on the little fellow,” Rowlf agreed.
    Piggy nodded without looking at him.
    “Too bad there’s not a way to turn these lyrics back the way they were.”
    Piggy turned and stared at him. “What do you mean?”
    “Well, you know this is an ol’ Chiffon song, right? Carole King wrote this—she wrote a lot of great stuff--and the Chiffons took it to number one.”
    Piggy looked thoughtful. “I didn’t know that,” she confessed. “I knew the song because we put this version together for one of the shows and never used it. Kermit thought it would play well here. But the original was sung by a girl’s group?”
    “Yeah—back in the heyday of the girl’s groups.” He paused a moment and scratched behind one ear. “Um, I guess I mean ladies, I guess—“
    Rowlf broke off when Piggy turned to him suddenly, her eyes alight with some burning determination. “Rowlf—can you find me the original lyrics?”
    “Well, sure,” he said. “Probably get Scooter to pull them up on Wiki or something.”
    “Scooter? Is Scooter here?”
    “Yeah—showed up a little while ago with that cute little girlfriend of his.”
    “Oh.” Her voice softened. “I’m so glad he’s here. Look, Rowlf, get those lyrics for me, won’t you?” Piggy pleaded. Rowlf started to obey, but Piggy caught his shoulder, turned him back around and kissed him warmly on the cheek.
    “What was that for?” Rowlf asked, astounded.
    “For knowing everything there is to know about music,” she said simply, and hurried off in the other direction.
    Dumbfounded, Rowlf stood there and rubbed his cheek for a moment. “That was surprisingly nice,” he said to himself, then sighed. “No doubt about it—I have got to get out more.”

    “Scooter!” Piggy called. “Scooter, where are you?”
    “Here I am, Miss Piggy!” Scooter called, backing out of the musician’s room with a box of costumes that needed to be unpacked.
    Piggy hastened over to where he stood and afforded him a split-second smile of such relief and pleasure that Scooter felt himself blush.
    “Scooter, I want to borrow your jacket.”
    “Ma’am?” Scooter looked confused. “Borrow my jacket? The green and yellow one?”
    “Yes—just for a minute. I want to try something. Do you have it with you?”
    “Um—somewhere around here, I guess. I took it off while I was moving boxes. Want me to go get it?”
    “Please,” Piggy said, looking nervously around. “And hurry.”

    A few minutes later found Piggy and Howard having a heated discussion.
    “I’m not wearing that, that thing,” Howard insisted. “I’ll be your stand-in but I’m not wearing that—“
    Piggy leaned forward and looked Howard in the eye. “Put it on and get your show-stepping butt up on the stage before I karate chop you into next week,” she growled. Fear and defiance warred on Howard’s face for a moment. “Please,” Piggy said, her blue eyes wide. “I need your help, Howard.” Grumbling, Howard donned Scooter’s jacket and mounted the stage. Piggy had already memorized the subtle changes in the lyrics she’d heard Kermit sing in rehearsals, and they had time to run the revisited choreography a couple of times with the do-wop back-up singers. By the time Kermit reappeared in the door of the auditorium, looking weary but a little less distracted, they were ready for him.
    “Kermie,” Piggy said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him. “While you were gone I talked to Howard and the boys about making some teensy-weensy little changes to the song.”
    “Sell it, sister,” Rizzo muttered appreciatively, watching Piggy in action.
    Kermit looked in surprise at Howard, who was wearing what looked like Scooter’s green and yellow jacket.
    “Just watch,” Piggy demanded. “Howard’s going to stand in for you—just imagine that this is a letterman’s jacket, okay?”
    After a quick nod from Piggy and a minute to get their tempo set, the boys began their a cappella accompaniment, crooning and moving to the music. Although Gonzo still wore his stunt costume, he had at least removed the hood, goggles and cape.
    “One fine day you’ll look at me, and you will know our love was meant to be—One fine day, you’re gonna want me for your girl.”
    “Shooby-dooby-dooby-dooby-do-wah-wah. Shooby-dooby-dooby-dooby-do-wah-wah.”
    Piggy looked longingly at Howard who, playing the subject of Piggy’s song, went about his merry way without a thought for the love-struck girl pouring her heart out behind him.
    “Those arms I long for,” Piggy sang, with an ache so palpable your wanted to cry, “will open wide, and you’ll be proud to have me by your side—One fine day, you’re gonna want me for your girl.”
    More shooby-doobying, while the guys cast longing looks at Piggy, who only had eyes for Howard.
    “Though I know you’re the kind of guy who only wants to run around,” Piggy sang soulfully. “I’ll keep waiting and—someday Darling, you’ll come to me when you want to settle down! “
    Kermit began to smile. Not much of a stretch for her emotionally, Kermit thought, remembering their fitful courtship, but when Piggy got something down, it stayed that way. Halfway through the song, Kermit stepped into Howard’s place, mimicking the choreography he’d seen so far. Howard shucked the offending jacket with alacrity and left the stage to go watch from the back of the auditorium, a critical frown on his face.
    Now Piggy had tapped Kermit peremptorily on the shoulder, demanding his attention. He turned, feigning surprise and giving Piggy a comic once-over while she crooned.
    “One fine day we'll meet once more, and then you'll want the love you threw away before--One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl.”
    They adlibbed the rest of the choreography, with Piggy vamping and Kermit--in the role of heartbreaker—allowing himself to be persuaded by her attention.
    Afterward, Howard had fussed and fumed and fretted, but the group on stage paid him no mind. They didn’t need anyone to tell them they were on the right track now; they knew they’d hit gold, and they planned keep panning.

    “I like it, Piggy,” Kermit was saying. “I like the guys following you while you’re following me.”
    “Seems like old times,” she quipped, her arms still around his neck from the finale.
    “It’s like déjà vu all over again,” Gonzo murmured, and everyone laughed.
    “What made you think of it, Piggy?”
    Piggy undraped herself from Kermit’s neck, avoiding his eye. “It was really Rowlf’s idea,” she hedged. “Rowlf knows all about the girls groups and their music.”
    “Under the category: know thine enemy,” Rowlf joked, and once more, everyone chuckled.
    “Can we—can we do the whole thing through a couple of times for me, guys?” Kermit asked. “Just to get the feel of it?”
    “S’alright,” Rizzo chimed in.
    “I could dance in these tights all day,” Gonzo said.
    “For you, Kerm--no problemo,” Clifford said, slicking back his duck tail. “Besides--I could get used to this look.”

    After they were satisfied with the progress on “One Fine Day,” Kermit walked off-stage to find Scooter standing in the wings, wearing a headset and grinning from ear to ear. Kermit walked up and stopped in front of his trusted assistant, finally putting a hand on Scooter’s arm.
    “Thanks,” Kermit said simply. “Thanks for coming.”
    Scooter looked down quickly, eyes stinging, and covered expertly by thrusting his clipboard under Kermit’s nose.
    “I’ve got everybody’s stuff in their dressing rooms. Gonzo’s all set to go with his number now.”
    “Good. Cue Gonzo, then.”
    Scooter smiled. “Sure thing, Boss.”

    “Hey Kermit—Johnny’s ready to rehearse his song,” said Sal, walking through the backstage area. The rest of the cast and crew had seen little of Johnny and Sal since they’d arrived as Johnny wandered the casinos on the strip and caught up with old acquaintances. But with the show opening tomorrow night, Kermit had insisted that Johnny show up and run through his songs.
    “Has he decided what he’s doing?” Kermit asked, a pen poised over his program notes.
    “Johnny’s singing ‘My Way.’”
    Kermit looked at him.
    “It’s great! It’s revolutionary.” A beat. “It’s the only song he knows all the words to.”
    Kermit sighed. “All right, then—but, hey! What about his number for the second half? We’re counting on him to do ‘Christmas All Over the World.’”
    “I got it covered,” Sal said earnestly. “I got cue cards. Johnny’s gonna read the lyrics off ‘em if he’s forgets.”
    Kermit almost said “Johnny can read?” but managed not to. Sal took exception to criticism of his hero, and it was too much bother to engage him on the subject. Still, the snarky little thought cheered Kermit as he penciled in “My Way” on the program.
    “Hey Scooter?” Kermit said into the headset.
    “Yeah, Boss.”
    “Johnny’s ready to sing.”
    Kermit heard Scooter sigh. “Let me guess—‘My Way,’ right?”
    “Right.”
    Another sigh. “I’ll go tell Rowlf.”
    Kermit turned to find Pepe the king prawn practically underfoot.
    “Pepe—what are you doing here?”
    “Well, I heard ju needed help with the show, si? So I say to myself, ‘Pepe, ju must go—ju must go and be wit’ Kermin and jour friends in their hour of need, h’okay.”
    Kermit looked at him for a moment.
    “So, can ju like, make with the salaries thing, now that Pepe is here?”
    “Well, gosh, Pepe,” Kermit said, moving toward the backstage at the brisk pace so that the little prawn had to trot to keep up. “We usually reserve salaries for contributing members of the cast and crew.”
    Pepe rolled his eyes and looked as modest as he was able. “H’okay,” he said. “Hi will do it. Pepe will dance in jour Vegas show.”
    Kermit stopped outside Piggy’s dressing room and looked at him again. “I was thinking more along the lines of stage hand.”
    “You wound me.”
    “Take it or leave it.”
    “Hi am insulted. Hi am—h’okay, h’okay, I am taking it.”
    “Good—report to Scooter. He’ll put you to work.”
    After Pepe had skulked off, Kermit knocked on Piggy’s dressing room door.
    “I’m changing!”
    “Um, Piggy, it’s me.”
    “Entre vous!”
    Kermit opened the door and stuck his head in. “Can we get together on our duet in about twenty minutes.”
    “Yes, Mon capitan,” Piggy called, blowing him a kissy-kissy. “I’ll meet you at the piano.”
    Kermit pulled the door shut and headed back for the auditorium. Suddenly, everything looked brighter than it had this morning. Sheepishly, Kermit smiled. No matter what lemons life seemed to throw them, they just kept on cranking out lemonade. The show was going to be good, he thought happily. The show was going to be great.
    There was a loud crash from the stage area, and a succession of squashy thumps. Kermit heaved a sigh and went to see what was left of Gonzo’s act.

    “No one I know calls me at home,” Thoreau answered his phone on the fourth ring, The annoyance in his voice was unmistakable. Piggy had a qualm—a momentary qualm—before plunging ahead.
    “Thoreau?”
    “Piggy? Piggy, darling!”
    Piggy let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Yes—it’s me. I’m so glad you’re home.”
    “Where are you? I thought you were in Vegas for Christmas.” His tone made it sound as though Felising your Navidad more than fifteen miles from Rodeo Drive was high treason.
    “I am, Thoreau. We’re all here and, and—I-need-you-to-come-please-come-please-please-please!”
    “Sweetie—of course I’ll come. What’s the problem?”
    “We’ve had some, um, cast changes and some, um, er, unexpected arrivals and I just need someone who appreciates how important it is that I look good—um, that WE look good.”
    “Say no more, honey—I always keep a bag packed. Ticket at the counter for me?”
    Piggy looked to Scooter anxiously, who nodded without looking up from his handheld. “At the desk,” he mouthed.
    “At the desk,” Piggy repeated.
    “First class?” he asked sharply. “You know how I hate—“
    Scooter looked up, indignant, and gave Piggy a look. “Do I look like an amateur?” Piggy heard him mutter. She smiled into the phone. “Of course,” she said sweetly. “And we’ll send a car.”

    The fruit had been cleared from the stage, and Gonzo was being examined rather superfluously by Dr. Honeydew. Since the furry blue performance artist was sitting up and talking, Kermit took his word that he was fine.
    “Cue the comedian!” Kermit called.
    “Does he mean Fozzie?” Rizzo asked, and Gonzo gave him a withering look. “Just go get me a fresh gallon of milk, will ya?” As Rizzo trotted off, muttering, Gonzo called. “Two percent—don’t forget! I’m watching my figure!”
    “Cue the comedian!” Kermit said again, but as so often happened at dress rehearsal, no one was actually listening to the director. Scooter had been temporarily commandeered by Piggy so, with a sigh, he hopped down from his chair and went to find the errant funny-man himself. Kermit found him backstage, one hand over his face and the other crushing his pork-pie hat nervously.
    “Oh no!” Fozzie moaned. “Oh no, oh no!”
    “What’s the matter?” Kermit asked, immediately concerned. “What’s wrong, Fozzie?”
    “They’re—they’re here!”
    “Who’s here?”
    “You know--them—the one’s who are always out to get me!”
    Kermit looked around nervously. He did not like the direction this conversation was taking. He wished desperately for someone else to come along, but years of married life had taught him that it is usually safe to repeat what someone hysterical says to you, if only to ensure that you heard them right.
    “Um, the ones who are always out to get you?”
    Fozzie looked up, relieved that Kermit understood. “Yes!” he said earnestly. “I thought I had gotten away from them, but they’re here.”
    Kermit was genuinely alarmed now. He put one hand on Fozzie arm, squeezing it firmly to make sure he had his friend’s attention. “Fozzie—I won’t let anyone get you, but I’m not sure what we’re talking about here.”
    “Them!” Fozzie panted. He grabbed Kermit by his skinny little shoulders and shook him. “Those—those guys! Those old guys from the balcony! They’re here!”
    “Here in Vegas?” Kermit asked, just to be sure, while his teeth stopped rattling.
    “Here at our hotel! I saw them in the café—they’re coming to the show tomorrow!”
    Kermit scrunched up his face, dismayed but still a little skeptical.
    “Fozzie—are you sure it’s them? A lot of old people come to Vegas and—“
    “It’s them! I know it’s them!”
    “You mean Statler and Waldorf?”
    “That’s right! And—“ He paused for dramatic effect. “They brought their wives!”
    “Oh.” Kermit digested this bit of unwelcome news resignedly. Hecklers were the bane of any performer's existence, but these particular gentlemen had made it practically a crusade to heckle Kermit and his merry band of thespians. Never the most secure of entertainers, Fozzie had gotten more than his fair share of attention from the balcony barnacles. He sighed, then grasped Fozzie by the shoulders.
    “Well, look, Fozzie—you don’t need to be worried about those guys.”
    “I—I don’t?”
    “No—you’ve got a great act for the show. You’re really going to wow them.”
    Fozzie’s voice was very small.
    “Really?”
    “Really—and besides, you already know the worst these fellows can do. Better the devil you know—“
    “They brought a devil with them?” Fozzie wailed.
    “No—no—it’s just an expression.” He caught Fozzie’s gaze again, making him look him in the eyes. “You’re going to be fine, Fozzie. I believe in you, and I’m gonna be right back here cheering for you, no matter what those guys do.”
    “Oh, Kermit,” Fozzie said, wilting a little as the nervousness leaked out of him. “I’ll—I’ll do my best.”
    “Good. I’m looking forward to it. Now get out there and knock ‘em dead.”
    “If only….” Fozzie muttered, but he crammed his hat back on his head with new vigor and strode out on the stage. Kermit watched him go, hoping for the best.
    Once Fozzie was safely on-stage, Kermit waggled a finger at Mabel, who trundled over obediently.
    “Hey Mabel,” Kermit said, “I was hoping you could do a little undercover work for me.”
    Mabel gave him an affronted look that made him blush right down to his webbed toes and begin to stammer out an apology, then she smiled at him and patted him on the back.
    “Go on,” she said. “I’m just yanking yer chain. Whatcha need, honey?”
    “Um—could you check out a couple of guys at the hotel. Fozzie thinks a couple of our hecklers have come all the way from home to heckle him. He saw them in the café.”
    “Fozzie—that’s the bear with the hat, right?”
    “Right. He’s worried about his stand-up act.”
    “Can’t blame the guy,” Mabel murmured, but she cocked her head at Kermit attentively. “Who are these bozos?:
    “Um, two older gentlemen. They’re names are Statler and Waldorf and, er, Fozzie thinks they came with their wives. One of them has, um, white hair and a little mustache, and the other one has dark hair and doesn’t have a mustache.”
    “Lucky for her,” Mabel said with a wink, but waved off Kermit’s explanations. “Got it, got it, honey—let Mabel see what she can do for you.”
  5. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    I'm so glad you're enjoying it, guys. I am having SO much fun!
    Kudos to Ed for seeing where I've been trying to go with "One Fine Day." I've had that last written for about a month, but couldn't get there. This story is going to be HUGE when it's finally done.
    But I have to admit I am dismayed by my sad little post count. Maybe I could get credit for making such BIG posts....you think? Okay, okay. Skulks off to help Pepe be a stage hand....
  6. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Oy... So much to get through...
    First off... Let me say something I unforgiveably forgot from my last post...
    Mabel the Mole? She's a good addition to the Muppet ensamble. Like how she womanhandles the kitchenette. And since this is Vegas, not the actual Muppet Theater, I can understand you bringing in a new character to take over both the Swedish Chef's and Gladys the Cafeteria Lady's jobs.
    Add to that your little reactions with Rizzo, being won over by this mole's TLC given nothin' says lovin' like somethin' from the oven.

    Now then, for this chapter...
    Heh, glad to see there was a bit of a change with the musical number for One Fine Day.
    Liked how Scooter was being greeted by everyone, and hopefully Kermit'll get to use his gofer's jacket in the show.
    Like they say on this show I watch/like... Don't touch the hair!
    And Sara's helping out backstage too.

    Pepe's dialogue is better now. Though I believe it should be "celeries" instead of "salaries", but is hokay, hokay?
    And I like how he quickly accepted the job under Scooter's command to get his moneys.

    The dialogue with Fozzie and Kermit was vintage frog and bear.
    Fozzie grabbing Kermit by his skinny shoulders and shaking him violently...
    And then how you refer to the hecklers as balcony barnacles... Brilliant.
    But wives? They both have hives? To my knowledge, the only one who has a wife is Waldorf. Her name is Astoria, performed by Steve Whitmire in the Dizzy Galespie TMS episode... She just so happens to be Statler's sister as well.

    Other than that, I'm rully enjoying this and I await more as soon as you can get it posted.
  7. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hey... At least you're at 219. And that's a milestone, for you, and you should be proud.

    Don't worry... Just find some threads that talk about subjects you know and can contribute... Either that, or get back to your character in MopFam. Trust me, your post total will rise with how convaluted we can get there.

    LMK if you need any help.
  8. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Ooh, ooh! Don't tempt me! I might write you into the story! You wanna go to Vegas, Edvard, darlink? Anybody else wanna go? I'm working on an idea....
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hmmm... Almost tempted to take you up on that offer... If you can find a suitable girl, Muppet human or bat or cat or ghost or...
    But don't worry about it, just keep going with the story as is, it's turning out vonderfully well.

    I'm sure you can figure out where to take this story next without any help from us... Unless you truly do need it.
    Looking forward to whatever's next.
  10. Leyla

    Leyla Member


    *Waves hands frantically* Ooh! Ooh, me me!! I've never been in a story before... erm, well, I mean, you don't have to put me in there. It sure wouldn't break my heart or ruin the story for me if you didn't... but it would be kinda neat.

    Love this update, Ru, and I'll review when I've woken myself up.

    *Slinks off for tea.*
  11. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Another fantastic installment! I really love how the scene with One Fine Day turned out. It was great! I also really loved Rowlf's involvement with all of that (I'm a huge Rowlf fan). I feel bad for Fozzie, poor guy can't escape those old men no matter where he goes! Anyway, it's fantastic as I said before and I can't wait to read more.
  12. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    Well, that took much longer than I expected!

    All the Scooter greetings were lovely. I love Fozzie's desperate gratitude when he shows up unexpectedly. There's a lot of contrast in how everyone greets him and I really enjoyed that. Fozzie is all worked up, Piggy robs him of his jacket (for good cause) and Kermit is very quiet about it. Great! I also enjoyed Sara's presence, particularly this line:

    I liked Scooter's running Rizzo out of the kitchen right away too. That rat knows just where not to be doesn't he?

    Gonzo and Camilla's feud continues to be hilarious and I like gonzo's insouciance here:
    Ooh, Sara, you sly gal! ;)

    ...uh huh. Sure thing Floyd, whatever you say.

    I'm very fond of Rowlf and I like the way he often plays wiser, older brother with the other muppets. His conversation with Piggy was very sweet and this:
    was just wonderful. Weren't we trying to set Rowlf up with Denise somewhere? ;) Ah, I miss Rowlf.

    Great turnaround of the song. It just fixes all that unhappy tension and reflects kermit and Piggy's actual relationship better. Howard was hilarious, and it's always fun to see Piggy intimidate/manipulate people into getting what she wants... or what her frog needs.

    I'm not sure when this happened, but I've developed a real affection for Rizzo and Piggy having a respect/friendship with each other. I'm in the midst of writing such a scene, so it's kind of funny seeing him supporting her here.

    Aww...
    Heehee, I can really picture that!

    Great line!

    Johnny and Sal were very funny.
    Ha, that's hilarious. "Why can't Johnny read?" by Sal.
    Pepe was great too. Just to chime in with my own two cents, I think you made the right choice by spelling it "salaries", since we all know how Pepe speaks, and "celeries" could be confusing. Just my opinion however.
    There was a loud crash from the stage area, and a succession of squashy thumps. Kermit heaved a sigh and went to see what was left of Gonzo’s act.

    Oh! and I was so surprised by the return of Thoreau! He's such a funny character. That niggling insecurity Piggy has comes out beautifully in this scene and works as a balance to Kermit's previously addressed insecurities. Ah, you've done such a great job of letting all the tension get to them, and show itself in subtle ways. Bravo!

    Scooter's offense at the suggested maligning of his professional go-fering was very cute too! Great characterization throughout!

    Fozzie and Kermit have such a great relationship, and Fozzie's panic about Statler and Waldorf was wonderful. You wrote the scene very vividly, and I had no trouble picturing it at all. Kermit's experience in dealing with hysterical (and crazy) people certainly pays off. (And that little dig at Piggy was quite funny.)

    I don't believe they ever said Statler didn't have a wife... we just haven't met her. So I would say you can feel free to introduce us to her.

    Kermit's reassurance was very touching... and funny:
    Mabel can yank Kermit's chain without saying a word. She is indeed a worthy addition to the muppet family.
  13. Java

    Java Active Member

    Oh wow, I've loved these last chapters. I'd say more but I have to catch up every where else and work on putting more detail into my story...

    Later!
  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *With Ernie-like mannerism... Gee, I sure hope this story gets updated soon. Sure looking forward to some more story. Hmmm, think I'll go see if ol' buddy Bert's awake before going to sleep.
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    All right. To put it briefly: I'm back, I'm caught up, I love it. MORE PLEASE!
  16. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Chapter 18: Something Important

    Rowlf barreled through the end of A Christmas Song, his paws flying over the white and black keys. After the last note had died away, Piggy looked at Kermit unhappily.
    “Kermit, I don’t think this is working.”
    Kermit frowned. “Me either,” he admitted. He looked at Piggy dismally. “What are we doing wrong?”
    “I don’t think it’s us,” Piggy said, suddenly serious. “I don’t think it’s the song, either. I think the song is just not, I don’t know, us.”
    Kermit shuffled music. “What about Merry Christmas Darling?”
    “That’s really more of a solo,” Piggy said.
    "What she said," Rowlf echoed.
    “Yeah. Um, what about Winter Wonderland.”
    “Too hokey,” Piggy said immediately. “We need something with a little more, um, attitude.”
    “Attitude, attitude,” muttered Rowlf, shuffling through a box of sheet music. “I may have something here.” He found what he’d been digging for and handed it over.
    Christmas with the Brat Pack?” Kermit said, somewhat surprised.
    “Yeah. It’s a good collection. I got it for Johnny, but that was just the one song.” Rowlf took the book back and flipped pages, then handed the book open back to Piggy. “Look at that one—that more what you’re looking for?”
    Piggy was mouthing the words, beating a tempo with her hand on her thigh. “Ooh,” she squealed. “I know this song—it’s from that movie—“
    Neptune’s Daughter,” Rowlf supplied.
    “That’s it—that’s the one!”
    Kermit came and looked over Piggy’s shoulder. “Oh, right—I know this one.”
    Kermit and Piggy looked at each other, smiling as though sharing a secret. Piggy shook herself a little and turned to Rowlf. “Kermit bought that movie for me a long time ago for Christmas. Esther Williams is in it, and there’s a water ballet.”
    “Oh, gotcha,” Rowlf said, finally let in on the secret. “Want to try it?”
    “Sure.”
    “All right.”
    Rowlf went perfectly still, his hands poised over the piano keys, then launched into an intro that seemed to require more piano keys than were on a regular piano, but Piggy and Kermit just smiled, and jumped into the music when it rolled past.
    “I really can't stay,” Piggy sang.
    “Baby it's cold outside,” Kermit joined in.
    “I've got to go away,”
    “But, Baby it's cold outside.”
    “This evening has been—“
    “Um….” Rowlf trailed off, his nimble fingers stilling on the keys. “Um, can I make a suggestion?”
    “Of course.”
    “Sure, Rowlf.”
    “Keep in mind this is just the dog talking here, okay, so if you don’t like it, you don’t have to—“
    “Rowlf.” Kermit’s voice was firm. “Tell us what’s on your mind.”
    “Flip it.”
    “Beg pardon?” said Piggy.
    “Reverse it, like we did this morning. Kermit, you be the one trying to leave and Piggy, well….” Rowlf smiled at here. “You know what to do, doncha?”
    Piggy gave him a look but she was blushing prettily. When Rowlf ran the intro and Kermit said his first stammering lines, Piggy came on strong and sultry. If Rowlf had been wearing a collar, it would have gotten tight.

    “I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
    I've got to go away – But, Baby it's cold outside
    This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
    So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry – So handsome, what's your hurry
    My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
    So really I'd better scurry – Sweetie-pie, please don't hurry
    well maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour

    The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
    Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
    I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
    To break this spell - I'll take your hat, you sure looks swell
    I ought to say no, no, no, ma’am - Mind if I come and hold your hand At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
    I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
    Ahh, but it's cold outside,” they sang together.

    Piggy’s arms were around his neck now, and although he was supposed to be trying to extricate himself, his arms had settled familiarly around her hips.
    “Gosh,” Kermit thought suddenly. “She smells great.” He didn’t know if it was perfume, shampoo or just plain soap-and-water, but Piggy smelled delectable. He tried to keep his mind on what he was singing.

    I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
    The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
    This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
    So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
    My sister will be suspicious - My, your lips look so delicious
    My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
    My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
    Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

    I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
    Say, lend me your coat - It's up to your knees out there
    You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
    But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
    There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
    At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
    I really can't stay - Get over that old out
    Ahh, but it's cold outside

    Baby it's cold outside.”

    “Now, wasn’t that nice?” Rowlf said.
    “Um, very nice,” Kermit said foggily.
    “Uh huh,” Piggy said, her voice soft.
    “Anybody need me to run anything again?”
    Nobody answered him, and Rowlf swung around on the piano stool. Piggy and Kermit had gotten into the spirit of the song and Kermit had, if anything, pulled Piggy more firmly into his embrace. As often happens with piano players, Rowlf felt himself to be superfluous after the song was over. The singers were gazing at each other dreamily as Rowlf coughed, gathered up his papers noisily and made for the door.
    “Um, Rowlf?”
    Kermit’s voice stopped him and he half-turned, but Kermit didn’t look at him as he spoke.
    “Yeah Kermit?”
    “Will you tell Scooter to send everybody on a lunch break? I have…something important I need to take care of.”
    “Oh, sure. Sure thing, Kermit.” He paused at the door. “How ‘bout I take Robin with me for a sandwich or something? Then we can run through his song for the second half a coupla times. Haven’t gotten to see the kid much this trip.”
    “That would be great,” Kermit said. “Thanks.”
    “No problem,” Rowlf said, careful not to smile until he was all the way out in the hall with the door locked behind him. He met Scooter coming down the hallway from the kitchenette.
    “Hey, Scooter,” Rowlf called. “Kermit asked me to tell you to send everybody to lunch.”
    “Okay,” said Scooter, thinking that a little grub wouldn’t be half bad about now. He couldn’t say for certain, but he was pretty sure that the last thing he’d had to eat some of Sara’s Mom’s apple crumble the night before. “Um, where is Kermit?”
    Rowlf kept his voice carefully neutral. “I left him and Piggy in the music room. They’re, um, working on something.”
    “Oh, good,” said Scooter. “I’ll bet it’s their duet for the second half.”
    “Something like that,” Rowlf said vaguely, then smiled. “Best leave ‘em to it.”

    “You folks look like you’re from out of town,” said Mabel, putting four bowls of cold tomato and basil soup in front of the diners. She plopped down a basket filled with hot, thick-crusted rolls in the middle of the table and poured glasses of iced tea all around.
    “We from out of this century,” quipped the shorter of the two gentlemen, and they both laughed uproariously. This show of wit was greeting with strained tolerance by the two women, who shot Mabel a pleading look of embarrassment.
    “So’s my wardrobe,” the good-natured mole shot back. The men chortled appreciatively and the women looked relieved. “So, what brings you folks to the Palace. Come to play for some high stakes?”
    “The only thing I gamble on is round trip tickets,” said the taller, thinner man with the obviously dyed dark hair. Again, both men laughed heartily while the women looked at each other miserably. Mabel shot them a sympathetic look and winked at Astoria Waldorf. Normally, this sort of cheek from a waitress would have garnered a frosty look, but this show of compassion was warmly received instead. The women were obviously out of their element.
    “So, not a gambling crowd,” mused Mabel. “What else has the Palace got that you folks like?”
    “Um, it’s free,” said the first man.
    Mabel gave them a look. “The bosses that be must be losing their collective marbles. I never known ‘em to give anything away for free.”
    “It was this raffle, see,” continued the first man. “One afternoon I was home and I got a call asking me to answer some questions about amphibians in show business.” He looked at his companion with raised eyebrows. “Couldn’t think of very many,” he muttered. “There’s that one that sells insurance and, um, one that sings Ragtime Gal and—“
    “Um, Waldorf?”
    “Yes, Statler.”
    “You’re babbling, you old coot. If you keep on like this, the soup’s going to get hot.”
    “Oh, sorry,” Waldorf muttered. “Next thing I know, I get a call saying how I was the lucky winner of a random drawing of all the people polled and, well, here we are on an all-expenses-paid trip to Las Vegas.”
    “Well, ain’t that somethin’ else,” said Mabel. “Whatcha gonna do while you’re here?”
    “Oh, shop, relax,” said one of the women quickly. “Just take it easy.”
    “See some shows,” the men said. “We’re looking forward to doing a little, um, audience interaction with the performers.” The women looked pained, but resigned.
    “Oh, we got some great shows here! We got a musician, we got a great trio of Elvis impersonators-God rest his soul--and we got a new variety act just this week.”
    “As long as you don’t have any bears,” said the second man.
    “Just one,” said Mabel with a big smile, heading back toward the kitchen. Inwardly, she sighed. It looked like the bear in the hat was right—trouble had come for a visit.

    Kermit had only managed to claim about three soul-stirring smooches before he felt Piggy pulling away.
    “Hey,” he said softly. “Where are you going?”
    Piggy sighed and ran her hand lightly around his neck and down the curve of his cheek.
    “What do you mean where am I going?” she said. “I heard you tell Rowlf you had something important to take care of.”
    There was a surprised silence and then Kermit let out a chuckle and pulled Piggy back into his arms. He was laughing as he kissed her again.
    “What?” she said, compliant but utterly bewildered.
    Kermit pressed a kiss against her neck and snuggled in until his mouth was close to one of her velvety pink ears.
    “Piggy, Honey,” Kermit murmured, completely amused. “You’re the important thing I need to take care of.”
    “Oh,” Piggy said, suddenly comprehending, then, “Oh! Ooooh, mon capitan….”

    “Okay, ladies,” Howard said. “That was possibly the worst example of synchronized dancing I’ve ever seen.” He turned away from them as though the sight of them was unbearable and pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a crushing headache (which he probably did.)
    If he’d hoped to intimidate them by his criticism, he failed miserably. The four young women cut each other sly glances and giggled.
    “Well at least,” whispered Amy Lu, “he didn’t call us clod-hoppers this time.” They all giggled again.
    As if sensing their merriment, Howard turned around quickly, only to find them all looking at him like honor roll school girls, their gazes demure and respectful of his authority.
    “This is it,” thought Sally Ann. “This is the time when I burst out laughing right in front of the ol’ dear and he tattles on me to Kermit.” Despite her fears, however, she clamped on to her composure long enough for the diatribe to end and for Howard to send them backstage to start over.
    “Well he isn’t crying,” said Gloria Jean, ever the optimist. “He’s usually crying by this time.”
    They all made clucking sounds of what might have been sympathy but could have been mirth.
    “If I have to do this same ol’ kick routine one more time, I might cry,” muttered Laura May. Gloria Jean patted her on the back sympathetically and walked with her to the other side of the stage while she gave the other girls significant looks and mouthed “boyfriend problems.” The other girls made little “ohs” of silent concern and took their place in the wings on the other side.
    “I’m waiting,” Howard called testily. “And a one-two-three-four—”
    With a giggle and a big smile on her face, Sally Ann high-kicked her way onto to stage with Amy Lu, meeting Gloria Jean and Laura May in the center of the stage. By the time they were eight stanzas into the song, Laura May couldn’t even remember the name of her errant boyfriend, twirling and kicking with the other girls to the music that played in their heads while Howard beat out a relentless tempo with his hand tapping his hip.
    “This is the life!” thought Amy Lu as she whirled by. “Clodhopper or not, I’m a showgirl in Las Vegas! And tomorrow night, I am one-hundred percent officially a Vegas show girl!”

    “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night,” Robin sang soulfully. Although initially skeptical about singing this song, the positive reaction of almost every member of the cast had won the little frog over and he now sang with gusto and just enough child-like faith that every adult in wanted to snatch him up and pinch his cute little cheeks.
    Luckily for Robin, he and Rowlf were alone now just off stage near the piano. They had opted for one of Mabel’s sack lunches which had been available in the little kitchenette at noontime and, having been thoroughly fed and watered, Rowlf walked himself, Robin and Animal around the block for a little exercise before escaping into the coolth of the casino. Once Animal had been returned to the care of Floyd and Janice, they had settled into the serious business of practice.
    Halfway through the song, Gonzo and Rizzo wandered backstage and each one sat on one of the brightly colored cubes used in Dream Girls, which were stored until they ran the song again.
    “Nice pipes, kid,” said Rizzo when Robin has finished. “You’re doing a great job on your breathing. You been working on it?”
    “Yeah,” Robin said, trying to be airy about it but thrilled that someone had noticed. “I’ve been working on my breath control like Uncle Kermit taught me.”
    “How’s the guitar coming?” Gonzo asked.
    Robin sighed and looked downcast. “It’s so big,” he said dejectedly. “I can’t really get a grip on it yet.” He looked up, eyes brightening. “But I’m doing really well on the ukulele!”
    Gonzo patted Robin on the back.
    “Glad to here it pal—you’re going to be my competition in no time.”

    “So, Babe—you got everything you need?”
    Janice smiled and handed over the last third of her vegetarian pita wrap to Floyd as they sat on the hotel patio. “I am, like, stuffed and this sparkling mineral water is like, so refreshing in this heat.” She patted her completely flat abdomen ruefully. “Want to finish my veggie-wrap for me?”
    Floyd was considering it, but he wasn’t quite fast enough. Animal swallowed it in one big gulp, making Floyd count his fingers twice to be sure they were still there.
    “Veggie! Veggie!”
    “Hey now, Animal,” Floyd said mildly. “Watch my string fingers.”
    “Where did Lips get to?” Janice asked. “I thought he was, like, going to come with us.”
    Floyd leaned over and put his arm around Janice’s shoulder. “What I want to know,” he said smoothly, “is where your lips got to? Heh heh heh.”
    “Oh, Honeybunch,” said Janice. “You are so, like, romantic.” They managed one very reassuring kiss before Animal began to strain on his leash again.
    “Okay, okay,” Floyd said. “I’ll take you around the block again.”
    As Janice disappeared into the air conditioning, Floyd hummed a little to himself and started the long hot walk around the block again. Walking Animal had been an excuse earlier to sight-see, and Floyd looked with interest at the places they were passing. Tattoo parlors, clubs and more clubs, casinos and more casinos and the occasional unexpected place of business. Floyd stopped in front of one little steepled building and stared at the neon guitar over it’s double doors with something akin to awe.
    “The Hard Rock Chapel of Eternal Jams,” Floyd Pepper read off the sign out front. “I have just got to show this place to Janice.”

    It was quiet in the music room. The piano was silent, the instruments mute and there was only the occasional rustle of noise from the two figures cozied up against the far wall. Piggy’s head rested on Kermit’s shoulder, her arms tight around his middle, and one of Kermit’s hands played with the softly curling locks of Piggy’s hair that framed her face.
    “Sometimes I still can’t believe you’re really mine,” Kermit murmured.
    Piggy stirred but did not lift her head from his chest. “Oh yeah? Well, you better get used to it, buster, cause you’re stuck with me.”
    Kermit laughed, brushing the hair back from her face with gentle fingers.
    “When I lived in the swamp, I used to talk to a star,” Kermit said softly.
    Piggy lifted her head and looked at him. “Your muse,” she said, remembering everything he’d told her.
    “Yeah. Talking to a star was one thing, but I never tried to touch one.” He reached out and cupped her face in one strong, slim hand. “I never dreamed I’d be holding one.”
    “Oh, Kermie,” Piggy said, and there were tears in her eyes and in her voice.
    “I mean, I’m just a frog that can sing and dance a little.”
    Piggy smiled. “You can play the banjo, too.”
    Kermit smiled back. “Oh—is that why you married me?”
    Piggy leaned forward and kissed him. “Among other things,” she murmured.
    “Yeah, but you didn’t know about those other things until we got married,” he teased. He tensed, laughing, expecting her to smack him for being fresh, but instead she reached out and traced his face much like he had recently touched hers.
    “I knew it would be like this with you,” she said solemnly. “Even before I knew you loved me, I knew you would be like this.” She looked at him, willing him to understand everything she was saying. “That’s why I never wanted anyone else. That’s my no one else will ever do.”
    “Sweetheart,” Kermit said, overcome with tenderness. “Piggy, Honey.” He bent to her and kissed her, holding her close enough to feel the quickened thud-thud of her heart against his side. “You’re the only muse I’m ever going to need.” He held her for a moment, then set her back from him and smiled.
    “Hungry?’
    “Starving,” Piggy admitted. “Breakfast is a prehistoric memory.”
    Kermit stood and held out his hand to help Piggy up. She smoothed the skirt of her dress and touched her hair into place, then smiled at him shyly.
    “I’m ready,” she said. “Lead and I’ll follow.”
  17. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Editorial notes (I really try to resist the urge stage direct but sometimes I just can't help myself.)
    If you've never heard "Baby It's Cold Outside," (words & music by Frank Loesser) you need to know that the second phrase in italics is sung/spoken over the top of the previous nonitalicized line. It's like two people having a conversation--just not the SAME conversation. Just didn't wan't people to be confused. Also, I had to have Piggy ad-lib/change some of Mr. Loesser's lines so we could flip the boy/girl stuff, so apologies for tampering with a masterpiece.

    Also, a million apologies for simply making up names for the four chorus girls that I used in my story. I'm sure they have names and I'm sure somebody on this board knows what they are, but I'm already drowning in detail and I'm trying to reign in my compulsive side a little or I will never get these nice muppets out of Vegas.

    I am not going to apologize for the mushy content of the previous post. I have attempted to be tasteful and discreet. If you don't like those parts, skip 'em. I warned you it was an ushy-gushy post to begin with, now didn't I?

    This wasn't where I planned to end it, but it's where I had to stop for a bit. Coming attractions include a new Dream Girl (now who could THAT be?), the arrival of Thoreau, what Honeydew is helping Kermit with and OPENING NIGHT!!!! YEA!!! Also, there will be familiar faces both old and new--some welcome, some not.
  18. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Frankly...

    Heard "Baby, It's Cold Outside" but that was back in December and not too often.
    Got no qualms with you changing the boy references in the song to girl references or viceversa, do that all the time myself when singing a like song from the classic rock & roll I listen to.
    If you mean the Chorus Girls from your story are meant to be the ones from TMS, then it's OK you gave them these names. They're not really known by individual names, just merely by their group name.
    And I've come to admire how you handle the ushy-gushiness. Not my bag, but you do handle it in a way that's become respectable and a hallmark of your writing style.

    Now then, as far as this segment...
    Really really liked how you chopped into bits, giving a bit a spotlight to different Muppets.

    The song with Kermit and Piggy, and Rowlf.
    Statler and Waldorf in the diner...
    Mabel's reactions...
    Rowlf and Robin practicing a song together...
    Floyd and Janice and Animal... The Hard Rock Chapel of Eternal Jams, hee, wait till MrsPepper sees that.
    And then Kermit just talking to Piggy about his star and muse...
    It's all really great so far, waiting for whoever shows up at Opening Night.
  19. Leyla

    Leyla Member

    Well, it's a dirty job,

    but someone has to rave like a maniac at the ushy-gushy scenes. I think I've really found my niche here: Raving at the ushy-gushy writers. Mmm...

    You know, I'm all giggly and happy and worked up so it's a little difficult to not dissolve into crazy nonsense syllables of joy. C'mon brain, don't fail me now!

    Um... yay? Yeah, I think that's more or less the thought. Yay! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoopee!!!!!!!!!!!!
    (okay, I'm better now. Really.)

    I love your using Baby it's cold outside! Piggy sang that once before you know, with Rudolf Nureyev... in a sauna, in towels. It's a fun scene. I like that Rowlf suggested flipping it again, knowing that Piggy would know what to do with her lines.

    On a completely unrelated muffiny note, I also recently saw the whole of the
    Loretta Swit episode, where Kermit fires Piggy and they spend most of the time arguing. It has the most drop down, knock you over hilarious fight between the two of them I've ever seen (without a karate chop too) where they start with fairly cutting, clever sort of lines and gradually fall apart until by the end of the scene they're just making taunting noises at each other. All the while Scooter is in the background reacting. Oh, it's funny.

    Um... where was I?

    Tee hee! I really liked that dig at Johnny. Yay for the reference to your other story there and the water ballet.

    If no one else likes that line, I love it! Lovely description, and lovey dovey fun just abound in your writing. I love when they get all romantic with eachother, and I especially like it when one or both gets all dreamy and hazy.

    Good man, er, dog, Rowlf! It's so incredibly sweet that he picks up on Kermit's hinting... and Piggy doesn't!! I was so surprised. Tsk, tsk. He has been neglecting her (before this story) if she didn't figure that out. Piggy's smart, or at least, I've always thought so. Anyway, I like that confusion 'cause it works out very very well in the end.

    I'll just drag myself bodily away from the mush to comment on the other parts, which I also liked muchly. I loved meeting Statler and Waldorf and their wives, and their interaction with Mabel was great. Lots of great jokes here, and some at their own expense which I've always liked about them.

    Oh yes, and I am very very suspicious about that odd little raffle they won. Very suspicious. (and deliciously intrigued). On another side note, I have always loved the Ragtime Gal frog. Liked the reference to the Elvis trio too.

    I've reallly already raved about this but, what the hey. Squeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!

    The interaction with Howard and the dancers was a lot of fun. I enjoyed (schadenfreude here) their mocking of his mannerisms and treatment of them. He's really not my favorite character... and possibly my least favorite muppet, but I'm feeling a certain fondness for him in your writing.
    I really liked the sorta old fashioned two names you gave to the girls. I enjoyed their created names and personalities.

    Okay, everyone, say it with me: awwwwww! I like Robin's frustration with being too cute for words. Robin and a ukulele... is adorable.

    I enjoyed the Floyd, Janice, Animal trio, especially Floyd counting his fingers and the Jam Chapel as well as this line:

    ...and it's back to the cuddles! Whee!! Nobody does these peaceful romantic Pig/Frog moments like you do, Ru, though I also love Lisa's Frog/Pig peaceful moments. Different flavours, both awesome!

    Sigh... that's beautiful... and Piggy cuts the treacle. Perfect.

    I like that description.

    Whoo. What to say about that! Everytime I think you've gotten me into as melty a state as is humanly possible, you write something like this and I find a whole new level. I just have to say... and how to say this delicately... um, I like that um, their weren't any pit stops before the altar. Very honourable Frog and Pig. Is good. (blushes furiously) Piggy's just knowing before, even before she knew he loved her back, how things would be between them is perhaps the best explanation of her complete devotion, persistance and obsession with Kermit I've encountered.

    Sigh... this was lovely Ru.
  20. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Can I just... ditto everything Leyla said? Because honestly, she pretty much took the words right out of my mouth... er... fingers?... Um... anyway.

    MORE PLEASE!


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