Well, like so many things that happen in my mind, the original idea that I was going to start on Grosse Point has been eliminated by another idea entirely. So, this idea comes from something I had wondered when I saw the Muppet Movie again as an adult - is the movie a true true story or a Hollywood True Story? I believe it's ToGa who had started a pretty in-depth story of how the Muppets came together and it furthered along my idea that the movie is, as Kermit puts it, "more or less" true to the actual story. Well, thanks to some HIMYM nightly marathons, this idea was fleshed out and went knocking at my brain. So, here we go, folks, with another fic! Everyone who is anyone knows who the Muppets are. From leader and director Kermit the Frog to leading lady and diva Miss Piggy to comedian Fozzie Bear; there are very few people who don’t know or haven’t seen anything that the consummate felt actors have done or been in. In the summer of 1980, the Muppets first came to the big screen, sharing with their friends and fans how they came together as a group. In the movie, a young Robin the Frog – nephew to Kermit – sat in the audience and asked if the movie was the true story of how the Muppets met; Kermit’s reply was, “More or less.” Many have pondered what the frog met by that. As with everything in Hollywood, sometimes there’s more to the story than what is shown onscreen and sometimes the Hollywood version is only a condensed version of what really happened. Want to know how the Muppets really got together? Well, here is that story and that story actually starts in present day… Meeting at Schotsky's Ch. I: Do You Remember That? Lunch time at the Muppet Theatre was chaotic, which is to say that it was business as usual. The old time vaudeville theater turned show home to the zany group of actors was normally a wild and crazy, suited to the performers that passed through the doors day and night. This particular Friday was the start of what the performers’ called ‘pre-show weekend’ and what most regulars called ‘the weekend of ****’. Reason being was that Fridays always started the dress rehearsals for their Muppet Show performances; shows were routinely put on Sundays, with a television crew in the audience to tape the mayhem that usually happened. The preceeding Friday and Saturday were usually the time in which performances were reviewed, approved, or nixed according to the director and stage manager or even the performers themselves. On this Friday, everything was going to plan – in a hand basket. Already, the staff and crew had put out three fires (two hypothetical, one literal), had stopped a riot in the veggie union, and managed to renegotiate their contract with the electric company. All in all, a good day. Down in the lower level of the theatre was the cantina, which was run off and on by Gladys Westmussler and the Swedish Chef. No one would ever accuse the two of knowing exactly what ingredients they put into whatever dish it was they called food, but they were at least being fed which was more than they could really say about being paid. Various tables were set up around the food court, though usually more than the allotted amount of people would crowd around certain tables. At a four person table, Kermit the Frog, The Great Gonzo, Rowlf the Dog, and Scooter Grosse were trying to find out what the surprise was in their surprise casserole, a prospect that usually got them to either eat or discard that day’s offering. “Ten bucks on some sort of vegetable mix up,” Rowlf was saying. The other three were poised in watching and waiting as Scooter picked up his fork with the mysteriously colored yellow contraption on it. “Ten bucks says you’ll spit it right back out,” Gonzo replied. “That’s a given,” the stage manager grumbled. He had been wary about the meal when it wouldn’t fall off his fork once it had been turned upside down. “Scooter,” Kermit admonished him. “If you’re not going to eat it…” “Why? You want it?” “What’re you? Crazy?” the frog exclaimed. “I’m not eating that!” “C’mon on, Kermit,” Gonzo egged. “I’ll give you five bucks if you do.” “Getting my stomach pumped will cost more than five bucks.” “Not if you let Dr. Bob do it,” Rowlf said, wagging his eyebrows. Kermit gave him a look of incredulouscy. “I might as well eat the blob on Scooter’s plate.” Their banter was quickly interrupted by the sudden and frantic arrival of the show’s comic, Fozzie Bear. It was clear the bear must have run through the entire theatre just to reach them and that whatever he planned to tell them was of great importance because not only was he panting from lack of air, but he had taken off his signature pork pie hat and was wringing it along with a section of newspaper. He quickly stammered out a reply that strangely sounded like, “Hi me habble bobble lie!” “Fozzie,” Kermit said, calmly. “Slow down. You know you tend to ramble when you’re excited.” “Hi me habble bobble lie.” “Think before you speak.” Taking a deep breath, not only to get more air to his brain but to calm himself, the bear thrust the newspaper in the face of his boss and friend and announced, “They’re tearing down Schotsky’s!” “What?” Kermit exclaimed, taking the shoved paper and reading it over. “No way!” Gonzo protested. “Why? That place is great!” “Here it is,” Kermit began, reading the article quickly. “Long in being a popular local establishment, Schotsky’s in recent years has seen a dwindle in patrons, which equals a lull in business and profits. Schotsky’s is slated for demolition in the upcoming weeks in order to…Fozzie, where’s the rest of the article?” Fozzie, who was still worrying his hat slightly, seemed to pick up speed as he realized what must have happened. “Sorry Kermit,” the comic replied, downtrodden. “I guess I was in such a hurry to show you guys the article, I may have ripped it out of the paper.” “No worries, Foz,” Scooter piped up. “That’s probably the Sun and it’s online. We’ll just check it on my laptop when it get upstairs.” “Man,” Rowlf sighed. “I hoped that isn’t true. We had some good times at that bar.” “You’ve been?” Scooter asked. “Oh yeah!” Fozzie responded. “We’d go there at least once a week. I got my start there, you know?” “You did?” the stage manager. “I always thought that part about El Sleezo’s was right.” “Well, I did work a place called El Sleezo’s,” Fozzie continued. “But I got my start right here at Schotsky’s.” “We had our first unofficial meeting there, remember?” Rowlf asked, looking at Kermit. “We officially met there,” the frog replied, pointing between him and the dog. “Really?” Scooter asked, excitedly. While known to be in the know when it came to anything in regards to the group, there were some things that the stage manager actually didn’t know; like Kermit’s nephew, Scooter hadn’t heard the ‘official’ version of how the original and founding members met, taking his information from the script of their first movie. “Oh yeah,” Rowlf said, leaning back in his chair. “Geez, how long ago was that? I still remember…” More later today!