RPG: The Search for Skeeter

Guys! Be careful. We don't know the power of these things. We need to save them for later when we need them.

Si, Kermin I wasn't going to use it, in fact I would never think of attracting a pig hokay.

*looks through the scout book*

Wow, Uncle Kermit, this is incredible. Wait until I tell everyone in the Frog Scout troop about this.

*Folds the Scout suit and puts it in his backpack*

Ok, I'm ready to go looking.

Ahhh! Animal, knock it off! I know it seems I have a hollow head at times, but I'm not a drum! Now, I should start reading these jokes so I will be prepared to use them. I'm so glad Kermit's here now. I feel safer when he's around!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.....

Hey, guys, guys. Remember what Skeeter said.

These tools can be dangerous. Animal, don't use them on Fozzie's head. Fozzie, if you read the jokes now, maybe it'll be you that can't move.

Okay, people. Let's get back in the bus and head for the jungle.

Uncle Deadly *shiver* if you have a contact with the, er, Doctor. Maybe we should start there. He might have drections to the Kookazsa tribe.

I don't have a very good feeling about this. Sheeesh.

GAME MASTER: The electric mayhem bus pulls up in front of the Witch Doctor's hut deep in the spreading jungle. Vines hang down from thick trees, and overhanging branches above. Dark green moss covers the ground, walls, and roof of the hut. The window-pains are cracked. Light seeps through the leafy foilage, and patches of light shift in the wind like mirror ghosts.

Er...this looks very, um, friednly. Boss, you wanna knock?

Me!!?? Well, alright. *knocks on the door* Hello?? Anyone home, this is Kermit the Frog and some friends and we had an...uh..appointment with the Witch Doctor?? Hello??

GAME MASTER: The door crakes open. A wizened face peaks out.

WD. Coooome in my deeears. And what preeeeey can I do fooor youuu?

*gulp*

Er, hi. We were, um, looking for the Kookazsa Tribe...

WD: I seeee. And whaaaat dooo youuu haf to offeeer for that informatioooon?

Er...my uncle owns a theatre. Well, he dosn't now, but he used to...

Offer...uh...give us a minute. *turns around and whispers* So guys what do we have??

Um...*shrugs* I don't know. Anyone got any ideas?

Well I keep offering my whoopie cushion, but no one wants to take it. I think Piggy had some paper towels....

All right, and lemme guess, the wax lips are in Zoot's other pants, and Pepe has some lose jell-o? Good Grief.

*turns to witch doctor*

Umm...Mr. Witch Doctor what would you like in return for the information we need??

Comes swinging in through the door......

*tarzan yell* COWAGBUNGA!!! *slams into a table with antidotes* Uh oh! *runs off behind Floyd*

Chickee!! Witchee dooctur wanna cheeckee!!! Cheeckee for a witchee doctoor?

*tries to hide all the jewlery she is wearing so the gang won't think of offering her things*

Ummmmm Kermie, I know this is a bad time, but I really need to go potty. Do you think the Doctor has a powder room?

GAME MASTER: The Witch Doctor swings at Animal.

WD: You shamefilled leeetle beast.

He turns to the Chef.

WD: A chicken? Whaaaat whould Ieeeh do with a chicken?

He points out the back.

WD: Sorry, hon. The bathroom's over that direction. Just follow the signs.

He turns back to the main gang.

WD: Ieeeh'll tell youuu what Ieeh am wanting in eeexchange. I'll take the claws of a lady tiger. You can find them in the clearing east't't' of the river. If youuuu bring'um them to meeeee, I will give youu directions. But, remember, nooo oneee else has the directions youuu seeks.

Er, wow. What'da you say guys? Wanna try this? Or shall we try brute force, I know what Skeeter would vote for, but, me, I'm not so sure. I don't like fighting people as strange as this man.

WD: Hisssss. *cough* Excuse me.