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Muppet Fan-Fiction: Weddings Are Disastrous

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by theprawncracker, May 18, 2008.

  1. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    Okay, Colby already commented on it, but...

    MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT! ! ! The curtains! The Waldo! The dancing! The Song! Oh my gosh, I really have got to get around listening to that one sometime!

    ~ AnimatedC
  2. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    Great work ... nothing says fun like having T Matt at the party. :D

    Elmo *shudder* ... nice song, though
  3. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Chapter 33

    “You are just pathetic, ya know that?”

    “It’s not my fault! I’m a toad! I’m pathetic by nature!”

    “Yeah well, nature has nothin’ to do with it now; we’re in the city.”

    “You expect that to change things? If anything it should enhance my patheticness!”

    “That is not a word.”

    “Yes it is. They had to invent it to describe how pathetic I am.”

    “Alright, alright, that’s enough Goggles.”

    Goggles the Toad sighed heavily. “So will you please introduce me to Miss Piggy?” Goggles pleaded with Croaker.

    Croaker pulled down on his bowtie and let it dangle on his lack-of-neck. He glanced around reluctantly as he leaned against a theater seat. “Alright, fine, I’ll introduce you,” Croaker caved. “Just please don’t embarrass me, will ya?”

    “I’ll try,” Goggles said. “But you know what happens when I get nervous!”

    Croaker whipped around and prodded a blue finger into Goggles’ chest. “You leak your ooze on Miss Piggy… I’m not the one who’ll hit ya.”

    “She wouldn’t hit a toad with glasses; would she?” Goggles asked with a nervous shake to his voice.

    Croaker started to walk away to find Miss Piggy to introduce to Goggles. “Would an alligator bite the head of a toad with glasses?” Croaker asked as Goggles stumbled to keep up.

    “Of course,” Goggles said.

    “Then I wouldn’t ooze on Miss Piggy,” Croaker warned.

    “You’re not helping my nerves,” Goggles said. “Do you realize that?”

    “Of course.” Croaker chuckled to himself. “Alright, there she is. Ready?”

    Goggles stared at the white laced (Ha! That’s a pun…) pig standing a few feet away from him talking to a celebrity whose name he did not know. He gulped loudly and nodded shakily. “Ready,” he squeaked.

    “Nervous?” Croaker asked sarcastically.

    “Deathly so,” Goggles admitted.

    “Careful with phrasing like that around Miss Piggy,” Croaker told the toad. He put a comforting hand on the small green toad’s back—and pushed him forward, into Miss Piggy’s back.

    Miss Piggy whipped around angrily and glared down at the shuddering toad near her knees. The toad gulped audibly and stood up straighter. “E-e-excuse me, Miss Piggy,” Goggles croaked.

    Who are you?” Miss Piggy asked, ignoring the plea to excuse Goggles.

    “M-my name is Goggles,” the toad explained, still shaking and trying not to ooze. “I’m a friend of Kermit’s.”

    “I assumed that,” Piggy said, examining Goggles inquisitively.

    Goggles took a deep breath and threw himself into the conversation. “Ya see Miss Piggy, I’ve never met you! It’s not fair that one of the groom’s oldest friends doesn’t know the bride! So I figured, ‘Hey, I should go meet Miss Piggy.’ And I had it all planned out, but then I had to go and ask Croaker to introduce me—and he pushes me right into you! I’m so sorry! Don’t kill me!” Goggles whined, hiding beneath his spindly arms that couldn’t stop a playing card from making impact on his skull.

    “I see,” Miss Piggy said, glancing over Goggles’ shoulder to see Croaker ducked behind a row of seats and snickering to himself. “Well… no problem then dear!” Piggy said cheerfully. “Lovely to meet you.”

    Goggles slowly retired his arm shield and stared up at the pig in disbelief. “You mean you’re not going to hit me?”

    Miss Piggy shook her head. “No,” she said, “but do you mind if I hit Croaker?”

    Goggles thought about this question. He turned and looked at Croaker behind the seat who was shaking his head violently. Goggles shrugged. “Not at all.”

    Miss Piggy cracked her knuckles and proceeded towards Croaker.


    “Scooter? Scooter? Where are you?” Prairie Dawn called out backstage. “I know saw you come back here…”

    The young go-fer was safely hidden beneath Kermit’s desk silently, holding his legs against his chest to fit down there. There was no way Prairie Dawn could find him down there… he held his breath anyway, just to be safe.

    Prairie’s voice got louder as she got closer to Kermit’s desk. Scooter bit his bottom lip as he heard the little girl’s flat-soled shoes advance upon him.

    Scooter buried his head in the corner and tried to pull himself underneath the desk even farther. The shoe movement stopped. Scooter breathed once, quietly.

    “Scooter?” Prairie’s voice asked. Scooter winced—he had breathed too loud! “Scooter, you should probably breathe!”

    The go-fer was confused. He looked up from the corner and glanced out into the opening of the desk bottom.

    Prairie Dawn stood before him—in full form.

    She was short enough to see Scooter without even bending over. “What are you doing down there?” she asked.

    Scooter hesitated and decided to feel around the floor carefully. “Lost a contact,” he lied.

    Prairie Dawn tilted her head confusedly. “But you’re wearing glasses—you’re always wearing glasses,” Prairie said.

    Young Scooter was being overrun by an even younger Prairie Dawn. “Erm… I lost the contact a long time ago,” the bespectacled go-fer explained.

    “Oh,” Prairie said, nodding slowly. “Would you like me to help you look for—”

    “No, no,” Scooter interrupted swiftly. “I’ll just look later. I’ve got a lot to do, ya know! We’re in the middle of a wedding reception!”

    “That’s very true,” said Prairie. “Can I help you with that?”

    “Oh, I don’t think so,” Scooter said, shaking his solemnly (it’s helpful to note that he’s still beneath the desk at this point). “It’s a big job—even for me!”

    Prairie Dawn giggled. “Scooter, you’re the best! There’s no job too big for you!”

    Scooter silently wished for eyelids. “Huh?” he asked, ever so eloquently.

    “Well you’re Scooter!” Prairie projected profusely (c’mon… I had to). “You’ve worked with more stars than I can count in the sky!”

    Scooter shrugged sheepishly. “Well… I just got ‘em coffee and told ‘em when to go onstage…”

    “Yeah but you’re backstage!” Prairie said giddily. “Where all of the magic happens!”

    Scooter shrugged again, scooting (HA!) slightly closer to the opening of the desk. “Really it’s where we make the magic onstage happen,” he admitted. “But close enough.”

    Prairie moved out of the way so Scooter could come out from under the desk—which he did. “That’s what I want to do when I grow up,” Prairie said with a huge grin.

    “Make the magic happen?” Scooter asked.

    “If it means I can be like you!” Prairie Dawn told her new mentor.

    Scooter grinned wildly. “Okay kid,” he said, patting Prairie’s shoulder, “I’ll teach you everything I know.”

    “Yo Scoot!” Clifford shouted as he ran past Scooter and Prairie Dawn. “Get ready to cue me on the mike.”

    Scooter ran over to the audio box above Kermit’s desk and Prairie followed behind. “First lesson: How to cue someone on the mike,” Scooter explained.

    Prairie nodded, watching Scooter intently. “Should I be taking notes?”

    “Yes, there may or may not be a quiz tomorrow,” Scooter said. He turned around and shrugged. “I think I’m gonna like this.”


    The wedding party had returned, again, to the table onstage and Clifford had returned to the microphone. “We really just need to stay in one place,” Gonzo muttered.

    Clifford talked to the crowd and introduced Skeeter to give a speech.

    Fozzie hadn’t returned to the table—he’d found a celebrity in the crowd who would laugh at all of his jokes and refused to give up this gig. It was Phyllis Diller and she’s so old she can’t hear Fozzie anyway—she realized this and laughed at that fact; not the bear.

    Rowlf moved over from his seat to Fozzie’s, next to Kermit (yes, I did that Fozzie/Phyllis joke just so I could have Rowlf move over one seat). “Psst, Kermit?” Rowlf whispered to the frog.

    Kermit broke his concentration from Skeeter’s speech (she was in the middle of her hilarious story about being rescued from the Amazon by Kermit, Piggy, and the rest of the gang) and turned to Rowlf. “Yeah Rowlf?”

    “I haven’t gotten to give you and Piggy my present yet,” Rowlf said.

    “Can it wait, Rowlf?” Kermit pleaded. “I’d hate to interrupt Skeeter’s speech—she’s nearly as temperamental as Camilla.”

    Miss Piggy looked around Kermit at Rowlf. “A gift Rowlfie?” she asked sweetly. “Por moi?”

    Rowlf smirked—he could win his fight with this aid. “Uh huh,” he said with a nod. “It’s a good one too. But Kermit says we should—”

    “Kermit also has said moi is over-weight on multiple occasions,” Miss Piggy said. “We can’t always listen to this frog.” Piggy squeezed Kermit’s hand in hers significantly tighter, making him jump slightly.

    Kermit grumbled and flagged down Clifford from the wings, waving him over. He whispered something to the dreadlocked emcee. The purple Muppet cocked his head to the side and gave Kermit a look that obviously said, “Seriously?”

    Kermit hesitated—and Miss Piggy nudged him. The frog sprang to action with a nod.

    Clifford shrugged. “If you say so Kerm… but you’re takin’ the rap for this one.”

    Clifford cut off Skeeter mid-anaconda-strangling-Gonzo-joke and was faced with one angry twin of Scooter. Clifford explained that it was Rowlf who wanted to speak and Skeeter backed off—slightly.

    Rowlf moved from behind the table, waved to the crowd, and silently approached the upright piano Dr. Teeth was playing on earlier. He rolled it to the center of the stage and arranged it so that the back of the piano was facing stage right. He smiled at Kermit and Miss Piggy, and then began to play.

    It’s a little bit funny,” Rowlf sang proudly, his fingers dancing along the keys.
    This feelin’ inside—now that’s not just puppy love, folks,” Rowlf explained to the crowd.
    I’m not one of those
    Who can easily hide.

    I don’t have much money
    But boy if I did
    I’d buy a big house
    Where we all could live—‘cause goodness knows we need it!” Rowlf quipped.

    If I was a sculptor,” he continued.
    But then again, no
    Or a man who makes potions
    In a travelin’ show.

    I know it’s not much
    But it’s the best I can do
    My gift is my song
    And this one’s for you—it’s for you Kermit and Piggy.”

    And you can tell everybody
    This is your song
    It may be quite simple
    But now that it’s done—well it’s not done just yet… so don’t leave.”

    I hope you don’t mind
    I hope you don’t mind
    That I put down in words
    How wonderful life is
    While you’re in the world.

    I sat on the roof,” Rowlf picked up tempo as he sang.
    And I kicked off the moss
    Well a few of the verses
    They’ve got me quite cross.

    But the sun’s been quite kind
    While I wrote this song
    It’s for people like you that
    Keep it turned on.

    So excuse me forgetting…
    But these things I do
    You see I’ve forgotten
    If they’re green or they’re blue—I should watch Sesame Street more often…”

    Anyway, the thing is,
    What I really mean
    Yours is the sweetest love
    I’ve ever seen—I mean that,” Rowlf said somberly to Kermit and Piggy.

    And you can tell everybody
    This is your song
    It may be quite simple but
    Now that it’s done…
    I hope you don’t mind
    I hope you don’t mind
    That I put down in words
    How wonderful life is
    While you’re in the world.”

    Rowlf shut the cover over the keys while the crowd roared with applause. He smiled and turned to Kermit and Piggy again. “Life really is wonderful while you’re in the world,” he told them. “Especially together.”

    “Thank you Rowlf,” Kermit told his old friend.

    The dog shrugged. “Sorry I couldn’t wrap it.”

    “Rowlf? Rap?” Clifford asked. “Heh, now that’s somethin’ I never wanna hear.”

    “I think everyone would agree with you on that,” Rowlf said.

    Kermit shook his head. “Introduce the next speech Clifford,” the frog told Clifford.

    Clifford smirked. “What’s the hurry Kerm? Got a date?”

    “Something like that,” Kermit said with a smile, kissing Piggy on the cheek.

    Miss Piggy growled sensually. “Exactly… so get on with it!”

    “Right,” Clifford said. He took the microphone in his hands again. “Ladies and germs, Kermit’s sister, and the maid of honor, Maggie the Frog.”
  4. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member


    <silently, because it's quiet hours, which I obey, unlike SOME people on the floor...> <ahem>

    DUDE you cut it off right before MAGGIE? OH I WANNA SEE THAT SPEECH!

    Skeeter's... sounds hilarious... But rambly. <Giggles>

    And I glomp Rowlf. And he should never rap.


    Croaker! Goggles! Piggy! Happy Lisa.

    Yes, Kermit has a VERY hot date.

    <GLOMP!> Awesome, Prawnie. Just awesome.

    MORE PLEASE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
  5. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    *claps!* I applaud your efforts, sir! This is a magnificent chapter, just like all the others! And it's nice that Scooter's mentoring somebody. *pats Prairie on the head* Nice girl...

    Can't wait for more!

    ~ AnimatedC
  6. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    I must say I really enjoy the Scooter/Prairie Dawn dynamic.
  7. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Happy sigh. Scooter mentoring. Him and Prairie sort of making up. Elton John classic. Maggy's speech coming up next. Thank you Prawn. Post more when possible.
  8. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    First of all I didn't realize I had missed a chapter - love the dancing with Mom and Dad The Frog and Robin calling Piggy "Aunt Piggy" now.

    Now with the last chapter, I loved Rowlf! And the song and Rowlf! Lovely!

    Must read more!
  9. rebecca

    rebecca Member

    I have just joined the site and I must say reading Chapter 33 was very amusing

    many thanks for the entertainment, keep up the good work

    Rebecca :mad:
  10. Muppetfan44

    Muppetfan44 Well-Known Member

    Sorry I haven't been able to comment in a while but i have been actively reading and I love it all!

    I think i mentioned this before but the dance between both sets of The Frogs was so adorable, especially Kermit and his mom.

    the elmo and robin number was so sweet that my teeth hurt, it was great.

    Rowlf's gift was very lovely! I love that song in Moulin Rouge! I have spontaneously sang that song in public I dont' know how many times!

    Still confused about the frank thing, hope that gets cleared up, and I still can't wait to find out where they are going on their honeymoon!

    Fantastic job! Keep it coming!
  11. Colbynfriends

    Colbynfriends Well-Known Member

    AWWWWWWWWWWW, thats cute. that is quite possibly one of the best parts of this whole story.
    I also liked Rowlf's song and Goggles meeting Miss Piggy.
  12. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    What exactly are you confused about? I didn't have any plans to clear anything up... I thought it was rather straight-forward... but if I need to explain something further, please let me know.

    And thanks everyone for the wonderful comments! I'm so glad you're enjoying this! We're approaching the end faster than I realize! And then I'll finally get to take a little break from fan-fic writing for about a month I think... but more on that later.

    And more on this story later too--I hope.
  13. Muppetfan44

    Muppetfan44 Well-Known Member

    That was the line I was confused about. I don't know what Piggy means there. I didn't know if it was just about her special relationship of frank or something else; it sounded like she was going to tell Kermit later. It's probably me looking too much into it.

    Have a good weekend, full of great updates!:)
  14. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Ah, I see... I guess that was a little confusing... but no, she had nothing else to tell Kermit. She just decided it wasn't worth the effort it would take to explain to the frog who he is. ;) More should be on the way soon!
  15. Muppetfan44

    Muppetfan44 Well-Known Member

    Thanks for the clarification! Can't wait for the updates!
  16. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Chapter 34

    Maggie folded her arms and nodded slowly, taking in the applause. She took in a deep breath through her snout and exhaled happily. “Ah… Hollywood,” she said simply, garnering a few laughs from the crowd.

    “Hollywood… Hollywood… Hollywood,” Maggie repeated. “Hooray for Hollywood! Hollywood means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but to me… To me, Hollywood represented this far-off, alluring, shiny place full of beautiful people and spontaneous musical numbers…

    “And then I came to visit Kermit for the first time!” Maggie said. “When I realized that none of that was true—well, except for the spontaneous musical numbers… but how could you lie about something like that?”

    Maggie shifted her weight and tugged at her uncomfortable dress. “But still… even though a lot of that stuff isn’t what Hollywood is like, my brother Kermit has spent most of his life here.” Maggie turned around and showed a cheesy smile to her brother and waved comically. “I think he found something here he likes.”

    The crowd applauded and whistled for Kermit and Miss Piggy. Maggie clapped as well, but shook her head slowly. “I don’t know what it could be though—the fly soup is awful… There’s only one fly!”

    The crowd laughed and clapped for Maggie, who smirked and carried on. “I’m kidding, of course,” Maggie explained. “We all know why Kermit stayed in Hollywood… The women.”

    Miss Piggy tapped her foot impatiently. She trusted Maggie to turn this speech around, but she could never be too sure.

    “The list of celebrity women my brother has worked with—and schmoozed to no end—is seemingly endless! Linda Ronstadt, Kylie Minogue, Michelle Pfeifer, Raquel Welch, Rita Moreno, Julie Andrews, Cloris Leachman, Sandra Bullock…”

    “Wrap it up, will ya?” Miss Piggy shouted from her seat.

    Maggie cleared her throat authoritatively. “But… only one stuck.”

    “Yeah,” Floyd shouted from the wings, clutching his guitar, “Gilda Radner got stuck—along with everyone else!” Floyd laughed heartily.

    “True, but she’s not the one who captured Kermit’s heart, and kept it well-guarded—as if the legendary bowl of golden moss and mosquito pudding was being protected,” Maggie continued.

    “Yeah, d’at’s Miss Piggy alright,” Rizzo quipped.

    “Sounds more like an angry bullfrog to me,” Kermit added.

    Maggie turned and eyed the groom. “Is there a bullfrog you’d like to let out of the closet, Mit?”

    Kermit sunk down into his seat and buried his face in his hand. Maggie giggled and shrugged to the crowd. “Cut him some slack,” she said. “It was the awkward new-leg years.”

    “But yes,” Maggie carried on, “it was Miss Piggy.” She paused for more applause from the crowd. “Miss Piggy leaves a lasting impression on everyone she meets—and they have the hospital bills to prove it!”

    The crowd laughed and even Miss Piggy got a smirk out of Maggie’s joke. “It’s okay to laugh folks,” Maggie reassured the crowd (not that they needed it). “I’m the maid of honor and the groom’s sister—I have every right to poke fun at the bride.”

    “Wish we had d’at goin’ for us,” Rizzo said, nudging Pepe.

    “Jou want to be de maid of honor? Weirdo,” Pepe said.

    “But as the maid of honor,” Maggie said, “I also have to say a few good things about my new sister in-law… Which is awful, considering I have a lot more than a few good things to say about her.”

    “Suck up,” Croaker muttered from the wedding party table.

    Maggie ignored Croaker’s comment. “I love Miss Piggy,” she said. “And I’m more than a little honored that she chose me as her maid of honor—and more than a little confused as to why she chose Aunt Marge to fill the other bridesmaid hole.”

    Luckily for Maggie her namesake aunt couldn’t hear the joke, as she was dozing; head back, mouth wide open, drool falling; at the wedding party table.

    “It was certainly a shock for me when Miss Piggy asked me to be her maid of honor,” Maggie said. “But then I thought about it longer and realized that she needed someone at her side that knew all the little secrets of Kermit’s personal life, and would spill them all for a bowl of pill bug and leek tip stew.”

    “Which is why I ate all of the pill bugs in the kitchen,” Kermit said.

    “Mit,” Maggie said, turning around to face Kermit and Piggy, “you’re my brother, and Miss Piggy, now you’re my sister. I love you both. And… no mercy!” Maggie shouted. “Now!”

    Gonzo, Fozzie, Rowlf, Croaker, Grover, Camilla, Janice, and Skeeter all lunged from their seats holding cream pies and slammed them into Kermit and Piggy’s faces.

    The crowd laughed and applauded happily. Maggie rubbed her knuckles on her chest proudly. “That oughta whip you two into shape. Thanks everybody!” Maggie waved to the crowd and returned to her seat.

    Kermit’s face was scrunched up as tightly as it could be and Miss Piggy’s face was boiling red (behind the whipped cream, of course). “Betcha weren’t expecting that, were ya Mit?” Maggie asked with a snicker.

    “Actually…” Kermit said. “Sweetums?”

    Sweetums barged out from stage left with a giant pie in his hands and dumped it on top of Maggie and laughed heartily as he stomped off stage.

    Maggie dug herself out from underneath the over-sized pie tin and spat whipped cream out. “You really should conceal your weapons better Mags,” Kermit told his sister.

    Maggie scrunched up her face, much like her brothers, and groaned as she began wiping the whipped cream from her body.


    “Mr. Eagle!” Big Bird called to Sam as he gallivanted towards the patriotic bird. “Mr. Eagle I need to talk to you!”

    Sam Eagle was engaged in conversation with someone when he turned around to face Big Bird. “Uch, can it wait? I am in the middle of a highly important conversation with President Bill Clinton!”

    A blue Muppet in glasses, a tacky orange suit and yellow bow-tie waved up at Big Bird. “Hi, I’m President Bill, and bubbles come out of my left-winged head,” the Muppet said. He looked as if he was concentrating very hard when three bubbles exuded from the top of his cranium.

    “Isn’t he just astounding?” Sam asked sincerely.

    Big Bird examined the bubbling “commander in chief” in front of him. “Mr. Eagle, I don’t think that’s President Clinton at all,” Big Bird said reluctantly.

    “Ha!” Sam scoffed (which is why he said “Ha!”). “You are merely a child,” Sam pointed out. “What do you know about this country’s great leaders?”

    “Well I’ve met a few of them,” Big Bird said with a smile.

    “Enough of this foolishness,” Sam said, pushing Big Bird’s comment under the rug (like all great politicians). “What is it you needed to tell me?”

    “Oh, well, I just wanted to see if you were okay,” Big Bird said.

    Sam lowered his eyebrow in suspicion of the yellow giant. “I am fine… why do you ask?”

    “Oh I don’t know,” Big Bird said, looking down at the ground nervously. “It’s just… Gonzo told me that you and Kermit’s Aunt Marge had a fight the other day and I was wondering if you were alright.”

    Sam frowned. “I am just fine, thank you,” he said, hoping to close the conversation.

    Big Bird was quiet for a moment. “You really liked her, didn’t you?” the inquisitive six-year-old asked innocently.

    Sam Eagle’s face melted from its rock hard state. “I… I certainly did not,” he said softly.

    “Oh,” Big Bird said. “Well you must’ve liked her a little bit.”

    Sam opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t come up with anything to say. He stared up into Big Bird’s eternally innocent eyes that stared right back at him. “A little bit,” Sam said finally.

    Big Bird nodded thoughtfully. “But she wasn’t the one for you?”

    “I beg your pardon?” Sam asked.

    “Well… Kermit said that Miss Piggy was ‘the only one for him,’” Big Bird explained. “Aunt Marge just isn’t the only one for you—is that right?”

    Sam nodded. “Yes. But then again… she really has been the only one.”

    “You know what they say, Sam: ‘There’s more than one bird in the sky,’” Big Bird said with a smile.

    “Who says that?” Sam asked.

    “They do,” Big Bird said without skipping a beat.

    “Oh, I see,” Sam said, nodding. “But she was a frog.”

    “I think it works for other animals too,” Big Bird said.

    “Incredible,” Sam said.

    “Well I’m glad you’re doing okay Mr. Eagle,” Big Bird said. “It sure was nice talking to you.”

    Big Bird started to walk away. Sam stared down at his feet and mumbled, “Thank you.”

    Big Bird smiled and turned his head around. “You’re welcome Mr. Eagle!” he said.

    Sam shook himself out of his sympathetic trance. “Now, where did President Clinton get off to? I have so many questions about the Civil War…”


    “Cue the Swedish Chef with the wedding cake!” Scooter said into the sound box.

    “Swedish Chef! Wedding cake!” Prairie shouted.

    “Ah, nice kid,” Scooter said to his protégé. “Cutting down time and still getting the message across, you learn fast!”

    The Swedish Chef rolled by Prairie and Scooter wheeling a multi-tiered gleaming white wedding cake on a cart in front of him.

    He skidded to a halt onstage in front of the table where Kermit and Miss Piggy stood together and Clifford stood at the microphone. “’Bout time,” Clifford said.

    “Floo hoor de shookie!” The Chef scolded Clifford. “Der noo peying floor der oover-time!”

    “Yeah, yeah,” Clifford said. “Did ya bring the knife?”

    “You honestly think we’d let The Chef carry a large cake knife?” Kermit asked.

    “Well then who’d ya give it to?” Clifford asked.

    “Miss Piggy,” Kermit said.

    Miss Piggy slung the long, silver blade out from behind her back and shone it in the spotlight.

    “Oh yeah, much safer alternative,” Rizzo said, popping up behind the cart.

    “Rizzo? What are you doing up here?” Kermit asked.

    Rizzo shrugged. “You have the cake and I figured I’d eat it too.”

    “Ready to cut the cake?” Clifford asked.

    “You’d better believe it buster,” Miss Piggy said. “I’m starved.”

    “It shows,” Rizzo said sarcastically.

    “Don’t make me knock you back into the cheap seats, pal,” Piggy growled at the rat.

    “Just cut the cake, we’re runnin’ short on time,” Clifford said.

    “Yeah, our flight leaves in two hours,” Kermit told Piggy.

    Piggy’s eyes shot wide open. “Well we certainly can’t miss that!” she shouted, slicing through the cake swiftly.

    “Alright!” Rizzo said smacking his hands, and lips, together. “Now shove it into each other’s face so I can dig in!”

    Kermit frowned. “We’ve already had pie in our face—do we really need cake too?”

    “You make a good point, Kermie,” Miss Piggy said, slyly slipping her hand behind her back.

    “Well thank you Piggy. So it’s settled, we won’t be—”

    Miss Piggy drove a rather large piece of cake straight into Kermit’s face.

    Kermit spat cake crumbs and icing out from his mouth and rubbed his eyes clean. “You’re lucky I already said ‘I do,’” he told Miss Piggy.

    “And vous are lucky moi asked someone else to make this cake,” Piggy said. “Or else vous would be munching on what would certainly be a poison pastry.”

    “Thanks,” Kermit said. “It’s good for vous too.”

    “Why would that—”

    Kermit shoved his own piece of cake into Piggy’s face.

    She wailed loudly. “My hair! You got it in my hair! That is so unfair! Vous don’t even have hair!” she shouted.

    Rizzo shook his head. “Can I eat now?” he asked impatiently.

    Kermit and Miss Piggy exchanged cake filled glances and then matching evil smirks. They both grabbed up a piece of cake and gave Rizzo a sweet new coating. “I really shoulda seen d’at comin’,” remarked the rat.

    “Whoo!” Gonzo shouted, jumping into the scene. “That looks like fun!”

    “Here, see for yourself,” Rizzo said, heaving a piece of cake at the weirdo.

    “Ha ha ha!” Gonzo laughed wildly. “Great! Camilla, catch!” he shouted, hurling another chunk of the diminishing cake at Camilla.

    It connected with her face and she fumed. She clucked loudly and drove in a rage towards the cake, flinging small pieces of it everywhere, some of which got into Fozzie’s eyes. “Ah!” the bear wailed. “I can’t see! There’s cake in my eyes!”

    “Talk about your frosted over point of view, eh pal?” Croaker asked Grover. Maggie tapped Croaker on the shoulder; he turned, and was met with a piece of cake in his face. “Figures,” he said.

    “Towel! I need a towel!” Fozzie moaned. He grabbed onto Grover’s arm, felt the fur, and gasped happily. “Oh, a nice fluffy towel! Perfect!”

    “No, no, Fozzie baby, I am not a towel!” Grover said.

    “Oh I know you’re not Grover,” the blind bear said. “I’m talking about the towel in my hand here!” Fozzie said, waving Grover’s arm around.

    “But that is my arm!” Grover shouted, running away, pulling Fozzie with him. Grover kept looking back, trying to pull his arm free, that he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and crashed right into the cake. It splattered all over the stage and formed a heap of icing.

    Clifford laughed. “No body got me before the cake crashed. Man I’m good!” he said.

    Skeeter shoved a piece of cake in his face and he frowned. “Don’t worry,” she said, “you still got your just desserts!”

    “Ahh!” Fozzie said, looking up with a face covered in cake. “That’s funny!”

    “CAKE! CAKE!” Animal shouted as he ran to reap the rewards of the fallen food.

    “Is this thing over now?” Piggy asked, still removing cake from her strands of hair.

    “Almost,” Kermit said. He took the microphone in his cake covered hand and smiled out at the laughing crowd. “Hi-ho! Can I have everyone’s attention please?”
  17. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    First of all, I must thank you for this. Thank you for getting Mit's and Mag's relationship back to where it started... merciless competition. <GLOMP!>

    BIG BIRD! SAM! AWWWWWW! And... Bill, and Civil War. HAHAHA!

    <Ahem> Excuse me. <Deep breath> ...FOOOOOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!

    Love the glance at Scooter and Prairie. And the CAAAAAAAAKE! Clifford's just desserts... And CAN'T MISS THE FLIGHT! <Wonders where on earth they're going> ...Maybe they're not going somewhere on Earth, though... You just never know with Muppets. :p


    MORE PLEASE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
  18. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    *applause to Prawnie for the whole chapter* *read this way before Lisa's new chapter in her story*


    *hums "The Magic Store"*

    ~ AnimatedC
  19. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    That was cute. :)
  20. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Well everbody... here it is. It's done. WAD has finally wrapped! Here's the last chapter for you all to enjoy... Thank you all for reading, it means a lot to me that you've kept with me for thirty-five chapters. I'm mostly happy with how the story turned out--I think I liked MAP better, but I still really liked this one too. The main problem with the story, I felt, was that there were too many characters at one time and there was too much to keep track of and I feel like... oh never mind, it's done! :excited: So here it is everybody, Chapter 35! Enjoy it! Thank you all so much for reading! I couldn't/wouldn't have done it without you!

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