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Say Cheese!

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Oct 23, 2006.

  1. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ohhhhhh......what a wonderful update. The scene with Rowlf and Robin was priceless. So cute. I loved it from the line about "the weak sound of soft flippersteps" all the way to "I miss your piano Rowlf" and his response of "me too" Well worth the wait, I really enjoyed this chapter alot.
  2. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Blink. Was that a new chapter?!? Yeay for the new chapter!

    Oh, it's all there...
    From the hilarity of the washcloth critter biting the sink faucet off and the Chef battling it with his rolling pin...
    Robin and his troubled innocence concerning some of his froggy classmates...
    Rowlf finally dispensing some well-needed wisdom...

    "I miss your piano Rowlf."
    So de we all. And now, you know this had to come...
    More please!!!
  3. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Oh don't you worry Ed, I'll have more later today! But first, half a day of school to tend to...

    Okay so technically it's probably more than half a day...

    But I'm trying to be optimisstic.
  4. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hey... Just so long as you narrow the gap between this story and Prawny's, that's all I ask for. That, and you post soonish as soonish as you get the chance to do so. Or, maybe, just maybe... Update Flippersteps too? Please?
    Everybody wants more Flippersteps... Right?
  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Folds arms> Well now which do you want? Do you want me to work on Cheese, thus narrowing the gab between this story and my other half's, or do you want me to wrestle with the timeline of TMS season one until Vim is threatening to do a Crazy Harry impersonation and hope that I can get something vaguely resembling a chapter done before then?

    Although Thanksgiving is among my favorite holidays, it also happens to be a time of great familial tension in my house, so I'd prefer to take the less-explosive route for now.

    I have some more cleaning to do before I post the next chapter...

    I am looking forward to the next chapter, though. I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being one of my favorites. It took a little culling from the years I took piano lessons, which unfortunately were long enough ago that remembering them took a little more effort than I thought it would. Still, it's a nice chapter. Or at least it is in my opinion. And since I'm the only one who has read the chapter right now, I guess my opinion is the only one that applies! Which is neat. But I'm just rambling now, and I have cleaning to do, so...
  6. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Fifteen

    Rowlf thoughtfully watched the vacant piano. “Hey Robin,” he said, “Wanna learn?”

    Robin looked up at him. “Learn what?” he asked.

    Rowlf tipped his head towards the piano. “Learn,” he said significantly.

    Robin looked at the piano. He slowly turned back to Rowlf. His eyes began to light up, and he smiled.

    Rowlf smiled back. He turned to the piano. “Come on,” he said with a wave of his colorful cast.

    Robin followed and watched excitedly as Rowlf opened the piano bench, revealing many strange books, each about a half-inch thick.

    “Can you read sheet music?” Rowlf asked, looking through the books.

    “No,” Robin said apprehensively. “I just learned how to read English.”

    From under the other books, Rowlf pulled out a considerably thinner one that had once been brightly colored, but had since faded. “Then we’ll start with this one,” he said.

    He closed the bench, sat down on it, gently set the book on the piano, and gestured for Robin to sit in his lap, guessing that the added height would help the small frog to reach the keys.

    Rowlf tenderly opened the fragile book and affectionately turned the well-worn pages. “Been a while,” he murmured under his breath. He found the page he was looking for, set it down, and thoughtfully laid his sunny-side-up eyes on the keys. “Hm,” he said. “I may need your help hitting the keys.”

    “Okay!” Robin looked at his hands. “How?”

    Rowlf gently held Robin’s wrists. “I’ll point, how about that?” He decided not to mention that he had originally been speaking to the book. After all, he needed Robin’s help, too.

    “Okay!” the young frog said.

    Rowlf looked at the keys and thought. “Where to start,” he murmured.

    Robin smiled up at him. “Let’s start at the very beginning,” he sang. “A very good place to start…”

    Rowlf smiled. “When you read, you begin with-“


    “When you sing, you begin with-“ he lifted Robin’s hand to press Middle C, slowing the tempo. “Do…” He took Robin’s hand to the next note, “Re…” and then to the note after. “Mi…”

    Robin carefully pressed each note again. “Do… Re… Mi…”

    They sang and pressed the notes together. “The first three notes just happen to be, do… re… mi…”

    “Do… re… mi…” Robin repeated.

    Rowlf slowly guided their hands up the keys. “Do… re… mi… fa… so… la… ti… do!” He brought their hands back to Middle C. “Do…”

    Robin sang, “A deer, a female deer.”

    Rowlf brought them to the next note. “Re…”

    “A drop of golden sun…”


    “A name, I call myself.”


    “A long long way to run!”


    “A needle pulling thread…”


    “A note to follow so…”


    “A drink with jam and bread!”

    Then they sang together, “That will bring us back to do!”

    Robin played the line of notes on his own. “Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do!”

    With his left paw, Rowlf gently played a chord to end the song. “Very good,” he said. “Now that’s fine for singing. But usually, we call notes by letters. For instance, that first do. Play that for me.”

    Robin pressed the key down and listened to the note.

    “We call that C,” Rowlf said. “Now that just happens to be Middle C. See how it’s in the middle of the piano?”

    Robin looked from side to side and nodded.

    “Now hit the other do,” Rowlf said.

    He did.

    “Now see that’s a C, too,” Rowlf said, “Except it’s not Middle C, because it’s not the middle of the piano. Make sense?”

    Robin frowned. “Why is it called C?” he asked.

    “Because this note…” Rowlf guided Robins hand to a key two to the left of Middle C. “Is A…” He brought Robin’s hand to the intermediate note. “And that’s B.”

    “What about the little black keys?” Robin asked.

    “Those are flats and sharps. We’ll get to those. But the main notes are the white ones. Look at this.” Rowlf led Robin’s hand along the keys, letting him press each one. “A… B… C… D… E… F… G… and then back to A. And from here-“ He pointed to the first A. “To here-“ He pointed to the second A. “Is eight notes. That’s called an octave.”

    Robin’s face lit up. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “So THAT’S what an octave is!”

    Rowlf grinned his signature broad grin. “Yeah, that’s an octave!” he said. “Now let’s take a look at this music here. See all these lines on the page?”


    “That’s to see what note to play.”

    “How can you tell?”

    “Well, by what line or space it’s on. See each line or space is for a different letter. This is an old book; I’ve got it all written in on the side here.” Sure enough, there in faded pencil and carefully crunched writing were the letters C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C, D, E, and F, bottom to top beside a set of lines.

    “Oh,” Robin said. He studied the lines and studied the keys. “So where would this one be?” He played a note.

    “That’s an E,” Rowlf said, and he pointed, cautiously touching his finger to the page. “That line.”

    “What about this one?”

    “That’s G- that line there.” He lifted his finger and gently placed it one line higher, refusing to rub these pages, lest the ink smear or the page be worn any further than necessary.

    “And this one?”

    They went on for a long while, pausing only for a snack, at which point all three occupants of the house agreed that it was nice to hear the piano.
  7. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Oh! I love this chapter to pieces.

    So many memories of when I also took piano lessons back in the days of my youth.
    It's such a nice heartwarming scene to have Rowlf teach Robin about the names and letters and positioning of the notes on both the piano and the pentagram (sheet lining).
    But most of all... It's your three main roomies sharing a day together, well even if the Chef was wrestling with the washcloth thing and trying to fix the sink's faucet.

    All I can say is... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Eight beautiful notes!
    Although there's the little matter of explaining which hand Robin's playing the piano with.
    If he's playing with his left, the middle finger goes over the thumb when you reach Sol or G when going up the octave; and then the thumb goes down and under the fingers when you reach the same note.
    If he's playing with his right, it's the same process but inverted, and the fingers fly over or beneath each other when reaching Mi or E.

    1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
    I play eight notes going down.
    Do Ti La Sol Fa Mi Re Do.
    I play eight notes all over town.
    Do Ti La Sol Fa Mi Re Do.
    First I count, then I play.. Eight beautiful notes!
    Oh, and more please.
  8. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Oh! Do a Deer! I love it! This was such a cute scene with Robin and Rowlf. Great idea having him teach Robin to play!!! Big warm fuzzies right now!
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    So detailed! But very well explained, I must say. Rest assured, it will be explained.

    A dear what? ...Sorry, couldn't resist.
  10. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Heh... That's cause I remember how your hands need to be placed when playing the scales.
    *Boomerang fish whizzes past.
    Lew: Did someone say scales?

    Musical scales Lew.
    Lew: Oh, OK... Come on Jana, we need to find your sisters.
    *Lew takes fish and walks out of thread.

    Eh, whatever.
    Gonzo: Yes?
    No no, you're supposed to be rooming with Lisa this week.
    Clifford: Not tonight, dude's got a date.
    So when doesn't he have a date?
    Gonzo: I have a date!

    *Camilla bucks while talking to Lisa s the chicken's trying on dresses and jewel brooches to tuck next to her feathers where her neck would be.
    Come on guys, let's leave the weirdo and his lovebird to their own devices.
    *Herds Muppets out of thread so Lisa can post more please!
    Rowlf: Herd of what?
    Herd of cows.
    Rowlf: Of course I've heard of cows.
    No, the cows' herd.
    Rowlf: I don't care if the cows' heard, I'm not ashamed.

    Tune in next time when we'll hear Rowlf's patient say....
    Cow: Can we moooove this along?
    Rowlf: Why?
    Cow: I have a steak in this too you know.
    *All leave the thread back to the dorms.

    Grover: I thought I heard a cow here before. Oh well, come on cow.
    *Also exits, en route back to the dairy building.
  11. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Sixteen

    Kermit was, as usual, among the last to enter the house that night. When he did, he was surprised to pick out, from the usual cacophony, the unusually slow sound of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony on Rowlf’s piano.

    First he smiled. Then he frowned. Rowlf’s wrists were broken, and playing piano was bad for them, wasn’t it? The notes seemed more fluid than he would have guessed Rowlf could play in casts. His curiosity led him straight to the piano.

    He wasn’t the only one. A small circle was starting to form. The piano had been greatly missed.

    And sure enough, that was Rowlf sitting at the piano, with a huge, contagious grin on his face.

    Kermit wore half a smile as he crept around the piano. Then he broke into a grin as big as his whole face when he saw Robin in the dog’s lap, using two fingers to press each key, his eyes jumping between the keys and an old piano book that Kermit didn’t recognize. Rowlf had his paws to either side of the young frog, and he lightly played a few chords, giving a slightly grander sound than Robin could have achieved on his own. As they played the final notes, Rowlf nodded his approval and murmured, “Very good.”

    Kermit was proud to applaud his nephew.

    Robin’s smile was as big as Rowlf’s when he looked up, noticing for the first time that his uncle was standing there. He instantly had a thousand things to say and didn’t know which to tell first, or that Kermit had all ready comprehended most of them, so the old stand-by punched out of him with an energy that was roughly comparable to Animal’s. “HI UNCLE KERMIT!”

    “Hey Robin,” Kermit beamed, “Hi Rowlf. Looks like you guys have been busy!”

    “Yeah!” Robin exclaimed.

    Rowlf chuckled. “You’ve got one quick study of a nephew, Kermit,” he said. “He plays the melody, and I try to keep up.”

    “Sounds like a good system,” Kermit said, sitting next to them on the bench.

    “Works so far,” Rowlf said.

    If Robin had been wearing pants, one might have said that he’d had ants in them. Since frogs typically don’t wear pants, this was clearly not the case, but he fidgeted all the same. “Rowlf taught me about octaves and whole notes and half notes and quarter notes and staccato and scales and he said I learn really fast!”

    Rowlf grinned at Kermit. “His hands aren’t quite big enough for proper finger placement, but he’s doing pretty well,” he said.

    “I see that!” Kermit said proudly. He set his hand on the piano and played three rising notes. “Mind if I play, too?” he asked.

    “Sure!” Rowlf said, reaching for the book. “There’s a duet on the next page.”

    Robin looked at his uncle, amazed. “Uncle Kermit- you can play piano, too?”

    “Well, it’s been a while, but I think I still remember how,” Kermit said.

    “How did you learn?” Robin asked.

    Kermit looked over the piano, his nephew, and the dog. “About the same way you’re learning,” he said, “Except that Rowlf’s wrists weren’t broken then, and I didn’t sit in his lap.”

    “Well, you could reach the keys on your own,” Rowlf said. “Wasn’t that about when you taught me how to play the banjo?”

    “It was the same week, I think,” Kermit said. He turned to the piano. “I don’t think I’ve seen this book before, though,” he observed.

    “Well you could all ready read sheet music,” Rowlf said. “We ready to start?”

    “Yeah!” Robin said.

    They played slowly, and as they did, the surrounding circle of Muppets drew closer. Fozzie sat down next to Rowlf, and Miss Piggy propped herself against the piano with her usual elegance. She watched Kermit’s hands with mute, admiring fascination. Kermit noticed her there, and sharpened his attention on the music.

    The two of them set tension across the keys; there was no denying that. But the tension wasn’t enough to keep the Muppets from creeping closer, squeezing tighter, pinching in to fit as many people as possible around the piano. After all, there’s nothing in the world like music, and no feeling in the world like watching music being made in a cozy, tight-knit group.

    When Rowlf, Robin, and Kermit finished their song, Rowlf looked around with a huge grin. “I didn’t know we could fit this many of us back here,” he said, for by this time a dozen Muppets had packed themselves between the piano and the wall.

    They laughed at themselves and their less than spacious position.

    “What else can you play, Robin?” Fozzie asked.

    Robin shrugged. “Well… I can play Mary Had a Little Lamb.”

    So Robin and Rowlf worked together to play simple children’s songs, and everyone laughed, smiled, and sang along.

    With everyone around the piano, Rowlf’s smile was the biggest of all.
  12. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Heh... Rowlf's smile might've been the biggest out of everybody at the piano... But our smiles are bigger for you finally posting more story.
    Rully nice, what with the frogs playing at the same time... Loved it.

    *Sigh... If only I knew what I wanted... But that's a subject for another day.

    Thanks Lisa... Now quick, before Prawny notices...
  13. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Quick, before Prawnie notices, WHAT? ...Post another chapter?



    (It was a good day today...)
  14. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter Seventeen

    Early the next morning, Rowlf settled himself at the piano, as always. He lightly pressed a few notes, hoping that someone would hear it and come downstairs to talk.

    Last night had been encouraging. They had gathered for the sake of the piano. Maybe the piano could bring someone here again.

    He played slowly, softly, but it hurt to play much more than one careful note at a time.

    But, as he slowly realized, no one could hear one careful note at a time.

    He was quickly losing patience for playing one careful note at a time.

    So he forgot about playing one careful note at a time.

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    Kermit stared up at his ceiling. Many thoughts were swirling through his mind. He thought about his number with Fozzie, about the blocking for the diner skit, about Miss Piggy’s bruise, about Miss Piggy’s behavior, and about countless other worries that he had grown accustomed to thinking about.

    Beethoven’s Fifth, he thought.

    Now that was peculiar. Why had he suddenly thought that?

    Beethoven’s Fifth.

    Oh! No wonder he was thinking it- he had just heard the signature notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. And now he could hear it continuing, as perfectly as if it had been recorded.

    Now why on earth…

    Piano. Someone was playing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony on the piano.

    That wasn’t Dr. Teeth’s style. Rowlf’s wrists were broken. Maybe Rowlf was playing with Robin, but the young frog was rarely awake this early.

    Kermit slipped out of bed and slowly made his way down the stairs.


    The dog looked up at him and nodded for him to approach. “Morning, Kermit,” he said quietly. “What’s on your mind?”

    “Not much.” Kermit sat close to the piano. “Rowlf,” he said quietly, “…Are you sure you should be playing like that? I mean, with your wrists… Doesn’t it hurt?”

    Rowlf nodded. “Yeah,” he said. He lifted his colorful casts and stared at them forlornly. “It hurts… and it’ll probably keep hurting.”

    “Then why do you keep playing?” Kermit asked apprehensively.

    Rowlf looked at the frog. “Kermit- I can’t not play,” he said. He shook his head. “Why do I play… Why do we put on the show every week? Why does Fozzie keep telling jokes in front of Statler and Waldorf? Why does Gonzo… never mind, bad example. Why does Beaker stick around with Bunsen? Why does Bean hang around any of us? Why does Piggy keep trying to make you love her?”

    He purposely stopped there. Kermit looked up, edgy, almost about to say something, the wheels in his head clearly turning. Rowlf waited, but the frog said nothing.

    “Sometimes it hurts,” the dog said. “But we keep going.”

    Kermit was quiet. “And you keep playing,” he said softly.

    Rowlf looked at his sore paws, and bent and flexed his fingers. “And I keep playing.”

    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~​

    “Guys, who’s staying with Rowlf today?” Kermit asked at the breakfast table.

    “Kermit, we’ve all ready decided,” Gonzo announced. “And as a group, we voted that Rizzo should stay home.”

    “What?” Rizzo said. “Since when?”

    “Si, si, dis is true, hokay?” Pepe said.

    “Yup,” Clifford said, “We decided at the meeting.”

    “What?” Rizzo demanded. “What meeting?”

    “Oh yeah!” Lew Zealand chimed in. “All my fish and I voted anonymously!”

    Sam leaned over. “Don’t you mean unanimously?”

    “What’s the difference?” Lew asked.

    “Rully, like, we all voted on it, fer surely,” Janice said.

    “Yeah, at the meeting, man!” Floyd agreed.

    “MEETING! MEETING!” Animal chanted.

    “WHAT MEETING?” Rizzo shouted.

    “Oh, you know,” Scooter said. “The one where we voted!”

    “But I didn’t vote!” Rizzo said. “Guys, this is no fair! No taxation wid’out representation!”

    “Those are pretty big words for a pretty small rat,” the Newsman said.

    “Hey, come on, Rizzo, you’re not backin’ out of it, are ya?” Johnny said. “This was all decided at the meeting!”

    “Yeah! And NOBODY backs out on Johnny Fiama!” Sal said.

    “Okay then,” Kermit said. “Thanks for staying back, Rizzo.”


    Kermit calmly resumed reading the newspaper.

    Fozzie was perplexed. “Hey Kermit?” he whispered. “What meeting?”

    Kermit smiled and leaned over. “Gonzo?” he said. “There was no meeting, was there?”

    “Nope,” Gonzo said.

    “Yeah. I didn’t think so.” Kermit straightened up. “Don’t worry about it, Fozzie.”

    “Oh,” Fozzie said. “So there was no meeting?”


    “Oh good,” Fozzie said. “I thought I missed a whoopee-cushion opportunity.”
  15. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Heh... Inciteful and funny all at the same time.
    Big stuff going on between Rowlf and Kermit in that moment of silent agreement... And of course, the meeting.
    Hey Rizzo... You don't back out of a meeting like this. You show 'dem that meetings can take place, if you know what I mean.

    So now the authors are tied with 17 chapters each. Wonder if any of their other colaborations will get updated sometime soon. Or if I can shake off the blahs.
    Oh well... Lisa... More please!
  16. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Two chapters of Muppety goodness! Wow, I don't know where to begin! First of all, the scene with Robin playing the piano and the pride that Kermit felt was so sweet. I like that Kermit sat down and played with him too, it was very nice. And Rowlf. Oh man, give him a hug for me please! We do things even though sometimes it hurts! Oh the philosophy of that dog! Great stuff Lisa, I'm really enjoying this story, especially the deep messages lying underneath the fluff. :)
  17. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Okay, so Lisa, you hit us with TWO chapters. First of all WOW! Second, if I had a voice, I'd squee, but since that would be murder on my throat I'll just applaud loudly at this part right here:
    So, yeah, that made me ONE happy prawn.

    ...Wait...We're TIED?! No! It can't be!! Oh crud prawn, WHY did you have to run off to Disney World like that?! *mutters something about being sick and going to Disney World* I'll get you other half! You can count on it!

    Yes Ed, you can count on it too. :p
  18. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Count on it Prawny? Well, I would... Except that I won't until more story actually gets posted for Don't Trip The Driver. And please remember to finish off the commentary for Old Friends too.
  19. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ya! Ye! Yu! Yeeehaw! Yaw! Yeah! Yey! Yay! Yooy! Y*insertsomethinghere*

    Detailed reveiw to come.
  20. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Uh-Oh! Bo's on the fritz again!
    *Smacks the mecha-janitor to get him working well once more.

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