Okay, after questions, promises, hits, and misses, I can finally present to you a part of that fic that I keep saying I'm working on. So to set the scene - takes place after The Muppets 2011 (so the latest film) and kinda goes over a typical Monday office meeting. I will try my utmost of keeping people in character (as I do with all fan fics), as well as keeping things canon that should be canon, but as this is my very first foray into Muppet fan fic, please don't hesitate to suggest or correct. I think it important, in lieu of my own internet stalker, that I take concrit very well. In fact, I ask for it and many times, will utilize said concrit for improvement. I'm trying to get back into the art of telling and not showing (something I seem to have lost once I started hardcore fan ficcing), but sometimes I might get a little too into telling; expect long expositions. You know what, just expect long stories from me period. While this is supposedly a one shot, they never are. I've given up the point of writing short stories; just can't do it. Okay, okay, enough talking, here it is (well, the first part anyway) Monday Morning MeetingMonday mornings on the western coast of the United States were usually a cornucopia of sun and blue skies. Within the Golden State of California, this was especially true. Known for its sunshine days, blue skies, and sandy beaches, California was also one of the entertainment capitals of the world, sharing its title with New York. The entertainment biz in Cali could be traced back to the start of a little town called Hollywood; before anyone could say ‘Hollywood sign’, the city of celebs and cellulite attracted many a rising star. The very golden age of movies and television began in the city, giving way to such names as Bogart, Bacall, Robinson, Cagney, Bergman, West, and even Marx; infamous shows like Dragnet, Get Smart, Mary Tyler Moore, Dick Van Dyke, and My Mother the Car all began here. In the history of television, there are many a show that got their rough start in front of the cameras, just as there were many a star to get started there as well. Once upon a time, a star struck frog saw an advertisement for an audition in the golden state and as he traveled the roads and country side, he came across a multitude of wanna be actors and actresses who had the same talent and same dream that he did. One standard rich and famous contact later, this frog and his friends found themselves in front of the camera, in a variety show that was more famous for its backstage routines than the ones done on stage. This show, this Muppet Show, propelled the group to stardom, paving the way for fame, fortune, and notoriety. There were movies, there was merchandise, there were interviews and red carpet premieres…as the years went by, their status rose, but so did the demands of the very life they lived. Their second show suffered, their movies began to suffer, until ultimately, even their union started to suffer. Just as the Beatles said goodbye, the group said goodbye – to their fans and to each other. It had been years since the group had done anything together, years since they had even seen each other, but an unusual set of circumstances threw the group back together; one more show to save their studio and their name. There was still some debate on exactly how much money they actually did raise with the Muppet Telethon; down to the wire, the numbers had read only a dollar short of the ten million that was needed for them to purchase the property in which Muppet Studios and that of the Muppet Theatre resided, however a dramatic bump by the bear comedian had jarred the numbers to read closer to ten thousand. But as with any Muppet adventure, fate decided in favor of the zany group, allowing for a head injury to change the mind of Tex Richman, the evil oil baron who had been dead set on buying and destroying the property for oil. Not only had fate saved the studio, the theater, and the very Muppet name, but it had brought the Muppets back into the limelight and to the attention of everyone in Hollywood. After months of interviews and promoting their movie version of events, the prospect of doing another live show had been thrown around and talked about. Within the residence of one Kermit the Frog, the day was greeted with somewhat of a nostalgia feeling. There was still some wonderment and awe that held him with this new resurgence of popularity with the Muppets; their telethon may not have given them the money they needed to save the studio and their name, but it had certainly brought about the love of their fans. The newest Muppet, Walter, had been right – their fans hadn’t forgotten nor left; they had just been patiently waiting for some sort of comeback. Today was the first actual, real Monday he had since all the press had stopped or rather had given him a time out of sorts. While it would have been nice to stay inside or go outside to sit in the sun, Kermit had a ton of things to do. The interviews and tours may have stopped, but now that they were back in the limelight, it was important to make sure that their fans were aware that they would be here for a while and hopefully, to stay if they still wanted them. That meant needing to decide what it was they planned on doing next. An impromptu dinner meeting had opened the floodgates and discussion on their current options, which were doing another movie or doing another television show. The vote had been a landslide - if you can call four votes to two a landslide - for that of another show; if he was honest with himself, the frog had been a bit surprised at the two who had voted for a movie instead of the weekly show. Their reasoning made sense, however it seemed a bit out of character for both to not want to enjoy the live audience. Or maybe he just didn’t know his friends as well as he had. That in itself was a rather disturbing thought and brought about some of the reasons he was living by himself and not with the lady pig that adorned the front gate. Shaking himself out of his reverie, Kermit couldn’t help the feeling of restlessness he seemed to have this morning. The sun was out and the weather seemed the perfect mix of spring and summer and the morning sun seemed to be calling his name. A bike ride sounded like a great idea and something he hadn’t done for a very long time.