Scenes from Behind the Scenes

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Aw, geez, I meant to come in here and rant and rave about a wonderful story, and now I see all these wonderful posts, and I wanna rant and rave about how much I agree, and I just don't know what to do first!!!

I'll start with this.

“Sheesh, stop that. What am I angry about?”

“Oh, nothing really. It’s just our first marital spat. It’s going very well.”

“Oh, yeah.” Married. AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!! “Piggy! How could you do this to me?”
I love that part! Adore it! It's hilarious! And it's so... SO! It... like... GAH! Dang it, where are my words when I need them?!?

Anyway. All these fun posts that've come after the story, I think I agree with ALL of them, and they make me all happy and giddy and I feel like singing and dancing now! Anybody got a song? I really can't say how happy this entire thread makes me without sounding about two or three times as insane as I like to think I really am, so hopefully you'll take my word for it. YAY!

...I wonder if there's any logic in this post...
 

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Heheh, well, no there's not a whole lot of logic to that post, but that's no hindrance to making me a happy Leyla, so no worries there!

And I've been a busy girl today attempting to write something that will reassure Ruahnna, who is such a dear. So I present to you, "Turning the Tables" which is shameless, abjectly, utterly romantic, so consider yourself warned. It works well as a companion to the first story, but it also stands alone.


Turning the Tables


“Miss Piggy? Oh, Miss Piggy?”

The blonde floated over to him, humming merrily. She spun with a flourish before fixing her shining blue eyes on him. “What is it, Scooter?”

“Oh, great. There you are. Listen, I’m gonna need you on stage in a minute.” Piggy blinked in surprise.

“On stage? Moi has already done moi’s song.” It had gone fantastically well, garnering a standing ovation. There was just something electric in the air tonight, even her frog was vibrating with energy, full of good spirits. “Moi has already changed, and-”

“I know,” Scooter bravely interrupted, obviously pressed for time, “but Kermit needs you onstage for another sketch.”

“He didn’t tell moi. Why didn’t he tell moi?”

“You’ll have to ask him that, now if you could just-” The go-fer began nudging her towards the stage, astonishing her with his forward behavior.

“Scooter, stop that. Now, moi cannot go out there like this!” Piggy had been hoping to get home early tonight. Things had been so hectic lately; she was exhausted. It was pouring down rain and she was already wrapped in a grey trench coat. It was a stylish trench coat, because Piggy wouldn’t be caught dead in anything less, but it was hardly suitable for a star of her caliber to present to an audience.

“Oh, there’s no time for that.” Upbeat music began playing on stage, winding up the last act. “Kermit said anything you wear would be fine.”

“Scooter, I will not-”

“And don’t forget your line.”

“My line?”

“Yeah, you’ve got a line. ‘Yes, I will.’”

“‘Yes, I will?’” She repeated uncertainly.

“That’s great! Hilarious! Now get out there and knock ‘em dead!” Scooter ushered her towards the curtain as he spoke, laying it on a little too thick.

“When am I supposed to say that? What’s this sketch all about anyway?!” Piggy hissed urgently, mindful of their proximity to the audience.

“No time to explain, you need to get out there.” One last ditch bit of encouragement. “Kermit said you'd know when to say it, ‘cause you’re such a professional.”

She melted instantly, despite herself. “Kermie said that?”

“Oh, sure. Break a leg!” With one last, daring shove, Scooter pushed her on to the stage.

Long practice helped her settle the butterflies as she flashed a brilliant smile at her admiring public. Miss Piggy let her eyes dart around as she tried to get her bearings. Even for a professional, unexpected improvisation can be unnerving.

Kermit was there, smiling, and Piggy felt better immediately. Kermie’s here. Moi can do anything! She allowed herself a lingering glance at her love, decked out in a tuxedo and holding roses. Well, this has possibilities. Her lips curved as delicious sensation washed over her. She was practically purring at the sight of him, so she took a stabilizing breath and put on her most professional expression, aimed specifically at making the frog blush.

Kermit approached her and they met in the middle of the stage where he handed her the flowers. “Miss Piggy.” Though it was not visible, she knew she’d accomplished her mission. “So glad you could join us.” Startled, Piggy glanced around to see a secondary audience beaming at them from upstage. Nearly every Muppet friend she knew was there. Even Scooter had slipped on stage unnoticed.

Piggy sent a desperate look at Kermit. What’s going on?

Kermit’s answering gaze was equally intense. Trust me.

She nodded slightly, fighting to keep her nerves from showing. Not wanting to blow what was clearly a major scene with the wrong adlib, Piggy stayed silent, trying to send a message to Kermit through her eyes alone. I do trust you, so don’t steer me wrong.

A distinctly teasing smile crept across his face. With a grand gesture meant for the audience alone, Kermit gestured to a cushioned bench. Ducking in close, he whispered, “Nice coat,” before speaking in a stage voice. “Might a humble frog escort his lady to her seat?”

Not to be outdone, Piggy faced the audience and wordlessly lifted her hand for him to kiss. A light wave of muffled laughter broke out, and Piggy smirked the smirk of the victorious. Without so much as glancing at him, she won her kiss, feeling the gentle touch of his lips through her thin gloves. Wish I’d thought to take those off.

Kermit straightened and led her over to the seat, laying a hand on the small of her back and sending a shiver up her spine even through her thick coat.

“Vous could have warned moi about this, flipperface,” she whispered. Kermit winked playfully at her. “Don’t forget your line when the time comes.”

“When-”

“You’ll know.” Kermit faced the audience again. “It is my great pleasure, courtesans, gentry, and other assorted riffraff, to gather you here on this momentous occasion. For it is at last time, when I, Sir Kermit of Frogdom ask the hand of the lovely Lady Pigathius.”

Oh, brother, not the Pigathius thing again. Why did I ever-

With a quick nod to the orchestra, Kermit launched in to an odd Renaissance version of, “May I have this dance for the rest of my life.”

“I'll always remember the song they were playin',
The first time we danced and I knew,
As we swayed to the music and held to each other,

I fell in love with you.”

All around them, Muppets began waltzing as they joined in the chorus.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together, it feels so right.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?”


Kermit took the solo again as he pulled her into his arms for a waltz. The other cast members parted for them so they could take center stage. Piggy’s feet fell into step automatically and it was a good thing too, because her mind was elsewhere. It’s just a sketch. It’s just a sketch. Oh, this is so romantic!

I'll always remember that magic moment,
When I held you close to me.
'Cause we moved together, I knew forever,
You're all that I'll ever need.”


Piggy let her head drop to his shoulder, unable and unwilling to resist as they once again disappeared amongst the other dancers.

Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together, it feels so right.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?”


“Who gave you this idea?”

Kermit laughed softly. “What, I can’t be romantic on my own?”

“I’m gonna kill you for torturing me like this.” She growled into his neck, wishing the song was longer.

The frog shrugged, never losing that maddening smile. “You’re worth it.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“Sure, it is.” He pulled her a little closer. “Besides, who’s been torturing who all these years?”

Piggy didn’t get a chance to respond because the song ended and the audience was already applauding with enthusiasm. Lots of ushy-gushy people out tonight.

Kermit and Piggy took their bows and then Piggy turned to leave with the other Muppets, but Kermit tugged her back to the bench.

“Milady, prithee tell what will thine answer be.”

“This ye olde English stuff is getting ye olde, Kermit.” She whispered.

Vous shouldst talk, milady.” Kermit dropped to one knee and took her by the hands. “Thou hast captured mine heart, Miss Piggy. Wilt thou makest me one happy frog by accepting this-” He let go with one hand and slipped a ring out of his pocket. “-ring, and giving me thine hand in marriage?”

Piggy never took her eyes from Kermit’s as she got ready to deliver her line. She deliberately hesitated though, just to make him sweat, before replying calmly, “Yes, I will.”

Her knight in shining armor trembled slightly as he slipped the ring on her finger. “You will?”

She’d already given the line perfectly, and she wasn’t about to repeat it, so Piggy just nodded happily.

“She will!” Whoa! Kermit nearly knocked her off the bench as he leaped exuberantly into her arms. The audience was roaring and cheering, everyone on their feet as the other Muppets flooded the stage for the usual ‘goodnight’ chaos.

Fozzie waved energetically at the audience, yelling to be heard over the din. “Thanks for coming tonight, and we’ll see you all next week on The Muppet Show! YAY!!”

Piggy was just starting to wonder about how tightly Kermit was holding her when he was dragged out of her lap by excited bears and frogs and dogs and pigs and chickens. She herself was kissed and hugged and thoroughly swamped with affection before she could make her way off stage.

I’m going to cut him in half for this, she decided, putting some effort into feeling abused. It is uncharacteristically mean-spirited of him to use me in an engagement sketch when he won’t marry me. It’s such a tease!

Her eyes drifted down to the ring he’d slipped on her finger.

Kermit had wrestled himself free of the crowd and reappeared in front of her. “Oh, Piggy, there you are!” The blonde was staring at her hand with shocking intensity. “Piggy?”

She dragged her eyes away from the jewel with enormous difficulty and fixed them on her frog. “Kermit, this is a real ring!”

“Yep. I thought it might be good to have a real ring… to go with a real proposal.” He looked away shyly, hands dug into his pockets, and a smile that simply wouldn’t go away.

Piggy gaped at him, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. “Real…” she breathed.

“Heh, yeah. Now remember, you already said yes. That’s a binding thing, you know. Can’t take it back.” He was teasing, but not with complete confidence. Piggy’s eyes and grown so wide she felt she would never be able to shut them ever again, so it was as well that they were well-watered.

“Piggy, honey?” He brushed away a tear from her cheek with a gentle finger.

A short, tear-filled laugh bubbled out of her as she fought for composure. “I seem to recall you complaining about me tricking you into marriage!”

Kermit laughed too, a warm, joyful sound that made her fall in love all over again. “Well, I figured turnabout is fair play… and I didn’t think you’d mind too much, seeing as how I only tricked you into an engagement. You have plenty of time to leave me standing at the altar if you want to.”

Piggy reached over and straightened his tie, ecstatically feeling as his hands slipped to her waist. “I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about that too much, Kermie dear.” He laughed again and moved his head in for a kiss but she stopped him with a gloved finger on his lips. “What you do have to worry about is earning my forgiveness for proposing to me when I’m wearing this!”

“I like trench coats.” He protested lightly, tugging at her collar. “They remind me of the good old days.” She tilted her chin up to let him know she was unmoved by his argument. “So you’re ticked at me, huh? However will I earn your elusive forgiveness then, hmm?”

Piggy tried not to smile, and failed spectacularly. “Moi am certain, you will find a way, somehow, to make it up.” Their lips were just about to collide in the equivalent of a fiery train wreck (and only slightly less fatal) when Scooter popped up.

“Sorry to interrupt… really sorry, but we’ve already gotten twenty calls from reporters wanting to know if this is the real deal or not. How should I answer?”

Kermit and Piggy looked at each other for a steamy moment before Piggy turned back to Scooter. “Moi is certain that Kermit will be overjoyed to talk to each and every one of those reporters, while moi heads home for a relaxing evening.” The frog gaped at her in shock. “It has been a very tiring, but very, very good day. See you at home, love.” With a quick peck on his cheek she strode saucily towards the exit, leaving her fiancé to earn her forgiveness.
 

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<Can't stop giggling> Oh my gosh! <Yes, still giggling> <Hugs the whole story> I love it! Oh, it's soooooo... OH!!! <dances>
 

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Ooh--yea! I love turnabout! What a wonderful sequel to the first story, Leyla! Now I'm going to sleep happy, knowing that my frog and pig are gonna cozy up when the curtain goes down! Kissy, kissy.
 

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Kissy, Kissy

Thanks girls, so glad you liked it! It's fun to be gushy sometimes, isn't it?
This is part one of another behind the scenes type story, goodness knows how many of these I'll actually write. All depends I'm my inspiration. I have at least one more in progress, plus "Something Worth Waiting For", so there's lots to keep me busy, and hopefully, you entertained.

This one takes place in and around It's a Very, Merry, Muppet Christmas Movie, because, despite it's flaws, it's got some really wonderful moments.


Kissy, Kissy

It was always such an exciting moment reading a new script for the first time, and Kermit felt good about this made-for-TV movie. Yes, it wasn’t an original production, but “It’s a Wonderful Life” was a great source and he was, for the most part, happy with the adaptation. It would be nice for the gang to go back to their roots and film a movie set in the Muppet Theatre. The set was convenient too, since they were already established there. No travel to exotic locations, no worries about getting permits from local governments, and no having to go through the incredible ordeal of helping Piggy pack and move for a span of months.

“Hey, this looks great, Kermit!”

"It's good, Kermit, but, but you don't really think I'd let you down like that, do you?" Fozzie looked terribly worried, more puppy-eye'd than bear-ish.

"No, no, of course not, Fozzie. No one tries harder than you do." The bear perked a bit, but still seemed discouraged. Kermit drew himself up close and looked his best friend straight in the face. "I know I can always count on you, Fozzie. I know that. Besides, if you think about it, it wasn't really your fault at all."

He skimmed the lines of Fozzie's copy of the script quickly searching for the specific scene. "Look here. See that? Lasers and crazy Australians, and a real bad bad guy, all that and you still keep trying. Remember, it all comes out right in the end."

Comforted, the always persevering stand-up comic smiled, then said with growing confidence, "Hey, you're right Kermit!" He held out the script to Robin who was seated beside him. "Look at how brave I am in this movie! Lasers and turning green, and a steam bath..." Kermit gave Fozzie a comradely slap on the back and continued making the rounds.

"Looks great, Uncle Kermit!"

"Cool! I get to be on Fear Factor! Oh, wait..."

"A lampshade on my head? Well, that'll be swell!"

“Like hey, I rully like actually get a line this time.... and I’m gonna need to learn to play the harp.” Kermit winced a little and Janice’s comment. The Electric Mayhem had been short-shifted in their recent movies, and sadly this one would be no different. The next live theatre production, he would have to do something to make it up to them. Rowlf sighed wistfully as he poured over the script and Kermit smiled weakly in apology. Ever easygoing, the pianist gave him a friendly thumbs-up. Good ol’ Rowlf. Next big holiday show will have to be mostly musical, something to showcase our musicians. They deserve better than this. Maybe some sort of Valentines Day Cabaret... Piggy will like that.

Kermit stole a glance at Miss Piggy, anxious about how she would react to her own role. He was hopeful that she would enjoy the chance to tug on the heartstrings a bit as a woman who had given up her dreams of stardom, but the role of a phone psychic wasn’t exactly her style. Still, there was at least one scene she was bound to anticipate....

Piggy closed the script abruptly and laid it down on the highly polished table. “What do you think?” he asked, knowing his nonchalant manner did not fool her for a second. It was worth a try anyway. Piggy was almost impossible to win over if she really thought she was being slighted, intentionally or no. It was almost a month after filming had wrapped on Muppet Christmas Carol before she’d stopped making irritated references to being a little housewife.... and even after that, she’d turned the tables on him, suggesting that they play house for a while since it had worked so well in the movie. No graceful way out of that one.

“It’s alright” the diva sighed without much enthusiasm. “It’s always nice to expand one’s horizons a bit to avoid type casting.”

“No worries there, Piggy honey. Believe me, no one would dare typecast you.”

“Moi was referring to Gonzo’s playing the homeless nutcase, Kermie dear.”
Kermit glanced over to see if the subject in question had noticed Piggy’s less-than-genteel comment, but he was in the midst of a happy conversation with Dr. Honeydew.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to find out who’s going to be cast as Amy the Dancing Brick!”

“Perhaps Camilla would be suited to the role. You make an excellent team with all that chemistry.”

“Ah, no good. She’s going through one of those ‘I am chicken, hear me roar’ stages. She says dancing is demeaning to chickens. I think she’s just upset over the latest KFC ads.”

Kermit shook his head at the odd-coming-from-anyone-else conversation and turned back to Piggy. “Any problems with the alternate universe stuff?”

“You mean the Kermieless universe, oh frog of my heart?”

“Erm, if that’s what you want to call it.” He watched her face warily, trying to gage her emotions, but she was difficult to read today.

“Our lives without vous... it’s hard to imagine.” She looked him over for a moment, pondering. “I’m glad it’s only a movie. Things would be so different... less, less magical, without you, Kermit.”

He fidgeted awkwardly. It was a strange thing to consider, a world without yourself. “Well, Piggy, I- I’m sure it would be just as different without you in it too. I mean, they just chose me to disappear because, er, well...”

“Kermit,” and here she laid a gentle hand on his where it rested on the table. “I’m not fretting about not being the lead...this time. You look more like Jimmy Stuart than I do.” She smiled faintly, “Besides, it has to be you, it simply has to be. It wouldn’t work with anyone else, even moi, actress extrodinaire that I am.”

He shrugged solemnly, still feeling weird about it. “So you’re okay with the phone psychic stuff?”

“Okay is far too strong a word... but it is a nice scene between us, Kermie.”

“And the other stuff is okay, with the theatre and all?”

Piggy gave him one of those looks that saw right through him. “Are you okay with the alternate... ‘stuff’?”

“It’s not really us, is it?”

“That would be the point Kermit, though moi am certain moi doesn’t know how you will train that wild drumming thing to highland dance.”

With an insouciance he didn’t entirely feel, the little frog shrugged. “We’ll wrangle that elephant when we get to it.”

Piggy was skeptical. “It would be easier to teach an elephant to dance.”

“True enough, but I think getting Sam to play a clubber will be harder than doing both at the same time... on a rope bridge suspended over an active volcano.”

“That sounds like a great act, Kermit! Good for you, taking some risks!”

“Uh... yeah, thanks Gonzo. So Piggy, any, er, further comments about your role? Tell me now, rather than later.”

The diva flipped open the script to a random page and ran over it with a critical eye, but she wasn’t really reading it. “Moi will enjoy singing Santa baby, but moi will not enjoy being surrounded by a dozen cats.”

“Does that mean you won’t do it, or you will?” Kermit looked at her pleadingly, hoping he wouldn’t have to stoop to charming her into it. He knew she would eventually give over, just to make him happy, but Kermit didn’t like manipulating Piggy through her feelings for him; it was not something a friend should do, and he resorted to it only in the most desperate situations. Kermit’s sole comfort was that ninety-nine times out of one hundred, she knew he was doing it, and either let him have it, or get away with it, depending on equal parts the specific circumstances and Piggy’s whimsy. She was no fool.

He held his breath as the vivacious blonde gave him a hard look ... that abruptly blended into a fond smile. “If moi’s frog wants his lover pig to do it, moi will do it... besides, moi’s little foray into daytime drama might be amusing... for a time.”

“Oh, that’s great, Piggy!” Kermit beamed, glad she wasn’t giving him a hard time about this. Best not to push his luck any further.

“How long until we rehearse that little redemption scene? The one where you come racing into the theatre like a prisoner set free?”

“Well, there’s a lot to do before then, Piggy.”

“Moi has a feeling that scene will take a lot of rehearsal... don’t you?”
“Uh...”
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Some months later

“Whooo, lovey dovies!”

“Ready for the big moment, Kermit?”

“Have you got the mouthwash handy?”

The amused snickers of his dearest friends had been plaguing him for days now, and Kermit was trying his level best not to betray his unprofessional jitters. Piggy wasn’t particularly helpful in this regard, although he rather suspected she had her own share of butterflies and was simply refusing to show it. I wish that worked for me.

“This is going to be fun... lots and lots of fun.”

“Uh, heh... well, I’ll do my best.”

“I look forward to seeing that, darling.... eventually.” Piggy’s smile held a devious undercurrent that would have put Kermit more on his guard if he wasn’t bubbling over with nervous energy for the upcoming shot.

“Eventually? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it’s really the big climactic scene, Kermie. We need to get it exactly right.” Her eyes gleamed at him out from under her, currently platinum blonde locks. “Might take a few takes.”

“A few takes?”

“Maybe a lot of takes... just to get things absolutely perfect.” Her face would have been the picture of innocence, purely guileless, if it weren’t for that mischievous sparkle.

A laugh threatened to escape him, but he mastered it and Kermit met her gaze with a playfully serious look of his own.

“Gee, Miss Piggy. I don’t know about that. I mean, we’re both such experienced actors. I’m sure we can get it in one.” Her eyes narrowed and the battle was on. She opened her mouth, but Kermit spoke faster. “Besides, I was thinking about using a stunt double for that scene.” It was a medium shot, where his face would be clearly visible; there was no way he’d be using a stunt double and they both knew it. Still, this was all about the game.

He had tossed down the guantlet and Piggy took up his challenge with a sly grin. “Oh, well, that’s fortunate for moi then, isn’t it? Think you could give Matt Damon a call?” He settled his hands on his hips in playful defiance. “Or you know, since Carson Daily will be around anyway for that interview...”

Kermit sent her a mock, yet cutting glare. “Nah, I don’t think so. I was more thinking along the lines of Triumph, or maybe even Howard. You are the same species after all.”

Her jaw dropped briefly before, with a shake of her tousled hair, Piggy started to laugh. Got her! But he wasn’t quite ready to claim the victory so easily. “No? Well, Gonzo’s volunteered... or how ‘bout the Swedish Chef? Gee, I wish I could pronounce his name.”

She had really lost it now. “Shame on you!” Piggy pushed him playfully and Kermit began to chuckle himself.

“Well, if you’re going to be that way about it, then I guess I’ll just have to swallow my pride and do the scene myself. Of course, you could always get a double.”

Piggy narrowed her lovely eyes at him, fighting her amusement. “I wonder if Dame Edna is still working.”

Kermit couldn’t resist a giggle. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of Angelina Jolie but...”

“You wish!” Piggy growled, still smiling, but there was a trace of genuine threat. Kermit held up his hands in self-defense, then daringly gave one gloved hand a quick squeeze.

“No, I don’t.”

Piggy’s eyes widened in surprise before an almost bashful smile blossomed on her face. “Oh, Kermie.” Sometimes it’s too easy.

“She’s a married woman after all. I wouldn’t feel right about it.” Outrage formed storm clouds in her tempestuous eyes.

“Oh, you little fiend-”

Kermit chuckled again in wary amusement. “Easy, girl. I’m just playing now.”

Piggy relaxed again. “Well, you better play nice out on set, swamp breath.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Not lately.”

He folded his gangly arms across his chest. “You’ve never objected to this frog’s mouth before.”

Piggy tilted her chin up proudly. “Well, moi is a lady, and a lady doesn’t-”

A voice interrupted her before she could clarify the parameters of ladylike behaviour for him. “Kermit and Miss Piggy on set please!”

“I hope you’re ready for this, Kermie.”

“I hope you’re ready for me, Piggy.”

Piggy flashed him a heart-stopping smile and Kermit returned it with a crooked grin of his own, politely disregarding the distinctly glassy look in her eyes that hit her thereafter.

“Oh, and Piggy?”

“Oui, mon capitan?” The director had called and she’d reverted into full diva mode.

He pitched his voice low for her ears only. “I wouldn’t feel right about it with Angelina... and it wouldn’t feel right with anyone else but you.”

Surprise bloomed, and then melted into a warm smile that lit her whole face.
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Sickeningly saccharrine, isn't it? It's a good thing these stories are short, I'd have to warn away the diabetics. Part two coming eventually, as soon as I can.
 

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A Midsummer Film Distraction

And another update for you. This is not connected with the one I posted yesterday. It's another stand alone behind the scenes scene. It's complete and it's set somewhere during MTI, but that should be fairly obvious. Just a bit of fluff, really, but kind of fun.

Enjoy!
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A Midsummer Film Distraction

“Oh, that’s looking better, Kermit.”

“Thanks!”

“You need to keep your arm up a little higher though. If this were a real duel, you’d have three feet of steel in the eye by now.”

“Ouch.”

“For sure.”

“Have I got the right grip on the hilt?”

“It looks good to me, Kermit.”

A light feminine laugh startled them both. “Kermie always looks good to moi.”

Kermit and the sword master lowered their practice sabers. The frog didn’t turn so fast that he missed Kevin’s amused smile.

Miss Piggy was stretched out languorously on a prop log, chin propped up on one hand, the other idly tracing patterns in the sand, a speculative smile on her roundly adorable face.

“Piggy,” Kermit whined, turning her name into a mild complaint. He glanced back at Kevin, who was taking in Piggy’s posture with a look that was both friendly and somewhat star struck. “Sorry, about this.”

“Oh, not at all, Kermit. You must be Miss Piggy.”

“The one and only.”

“Sheesh.”

The sword master quickly approached the lounging superstar, shifting his saber to his right hand and reaching out with his left to take her hand. “I’ve been hoping to meet you. I’m a big fan.”

“Oh, aren’t you sweet!” she simpered up at him, pulling herself up into a sitting position with his hand before releasing it. “Vous is the one who’s been teaching Kermie sword fighting for the movie?”

“That's me, Kevin Sangster.”

“Enchantée. I’ve been watching. Vous are a very good teacher.” Six-foot three, experienced swordsman that he was, with plenty of experience with big name actors, Kevin still blushed faintly under Piggy’s warm smile.

“Uh, Piggy?”

“Oui, mon capitan?” She didn’t take her big blue eyes off Kevin.

“Aren’t you supposed to be rehearsing for the big pirate battle?”

“Oh, we’ve finished.”

“What, already?”

Kevin glanced at his watch. “Hmm.” At Kermit’s questioning glance, he added. “Ten thirty.”

Piggy shook her head, ostensibly at her frog’s silliness. “Oh, Kermie, of course I’m finished early. It’s karate. Moi doesn’t do any real swordplay in this movie, dear. It’s all just choreography. Besides, moi’s partner needed a break... and some ice.” She shrugged lightly before flashing another 1000-watt smile at them again. “But don’t let me interrupt vous dashing duelers.” Kermit felt it unwise to point out that she already had. Kevin, he noted with some annoyance, didn’t seem to mind particularly. “Moi will be perfectly content to watch moi’s frog in action.” Easy now, let’s not panic... too much.

“Oh, boy.” He tried to ignore the girlish laugh floating behind him as he took up his position again.

“Ready, Kermit?”

“Oh, boy.”

Kevin raised an eyebrow as he took in the doubt on Kermit’s face, but at his grimace, he raised his sword in a little salute to Piggy before holding it in a ready position. Rather disconcertingly, the sword expert was not looking at him, but over his shoulder. What’s she doing now?! Kermit glanced at Piggy who had resumed her rather exhibitionist pose on the log, kicking up her sandaled feet and batting her eyelids playfully. Realising she’d been caught, the unrepentant diva winked seductively at Kermit.

Ohh, boy. “Maybe we should take a breather.”

“Yeah, that might be a good idea, a little mid-morning break.”

“Oh! Oh, no, you can’t take a break now!” Both Kermit and Kevin stared at her, and Piggy blushed at her outburst. She took a breath and tried to recover her self-possession. “It is just so important for vous to practice all that swordplay... no matter how sweaty and muscley you get, Kermie.” His little froggy eyes threatened to pop out of his head... more so than usual. “It’s a safety thing, love. Even stage fighting can be very dangerous. Kevin knows what moi means.”

“Uh...”

“See? Moi am just thinking about vous.”

Kermit shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. You’re not exactly subtle, Piggy.” Kevin chuckled softly until both the frog and the pig turned to look at him.

“Sorry.”

Piggy sat up, crossing one chubby tanned leg over the other to full advantage. “Moi has never tried to be, Kermie.” She began idly twirling a shining lock around her finger. “Frankly, moi has never seen the point of subtlety.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

Piggy smiled demurely. “Kermie, Kevin is waiting.”

With a venomous look at his flirting co-star, the frog turned back to his sparring partner and raised his sword determined to focus on the task ahead of him.

“Oh! And Kermie, dear!”

Well, so much for that. “Yes, Piggy?”

“You should raise your arm a little bit. It’s too easy to slip past your guard.”

“What?” He spun to face her in surprise.

“Your arm is too low, mon capitan, you’re going to end up with a sword in your adorable body.” Half flirt and half threat: all Piggy.

Kermit let the tip of his sword fall to the ground as he stared at the pig casually draped over the sad remains of a tree. “So now you’re an expert in swords?!”

“Moi did not say that.”

“She is right though, Kermit.”

Kermit frowned in annoyance at him before turning his attention back to Piggy. She was obviously well pleased, both with Kevin and with the situation in general.

“Moi is a renaissance pig, Kermie. Moi has many interests.” She turned a smile on Kevin. “And moi always throws everything moi has into... whatever happens to catch moi’s attention.”

“Better watch out Kevin, she’s gotta lot to throw,” Kermit sniped.

Piggy turned a distinctly cool gaze on the frog, and he annoyed himself by taking an involuntary step back. Ever mercurial, Piggy dropped her anger as quickly as it had come. “Oh, isn’t my Kermie just so cute? Always in denial, always too shy to admit his desperate passion for moi.”

“Are you finished?”

“For the present,” she crooned sweetly. “Honestly, Kermit. You’re so easily distracted. It’s a wonder you get anything done.” The frog gestured expansively to Piggy with his sword.

“You want her? ‘Cause you can have her.”

Kevin made a show of considering it. “Hmm, well-”

Kermit scrunched his face up. “Yeesh, I was kidding.” He rolled his amphibian eyes expressively. “I wouldn’t inflict her on my worse enemy.”

Piggy winked broadly at the swordsman. “Now that’s certainly true. Kermie wants moi all to himself. Sorry to disappoint you, Kevin, dear.”

“I shall never fully recover my heart, Miss Piggy.”

“I realise, but vous must understand, moi has this effect on all men. It’s a curse to be so adored.”

“You bear your burden with grace and charm, sweet lady.”

“Traitor,” Kermit grumped at his sparring partner. “Look, Piggy, we have got to get back to work.”

“Who’s stopping vous?”

“At the moment, you are.”

“Oh, is moi a distraction?”

Kermit threw down his sword and threw up his arms in flurry of frustrated movement. “Gah! Would you just- Piggy!”

A stagehand approached the trio. “Oh, excuse me, Miss Piggy, uh, Mister Kermit,” he nodded apologetically at Kevin. “But Miss Piggy is needed for a rehearsal with Mr. Curry.”

“Oh, thank you!”

The poor young fellow looked askance at Mister Frog’s exasperated cry. Piggy stood, straightening her skirt with a quick flick of her silk-covered wrists.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just a little restless today. Can’t seem to concentrate for some reason. Frog stuff, you understand.”

From the look on his face, he didn’t understand in the least, but that didn’t matter one iota to Piggy, who took him by the arm so he could escort her away. “Did Timmy send you? That is so sweet of him.”

Kevin and Kermit watched them go until Piggy’s voluptuous figure had vanished out of sight.

“She’s something, Kermit.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, something. Well, she’s a pig actually.”

“I think, I think it’s a good thing Benjamina is not on the pirates’ side, Captain Smollet.

Kermit shook himself and scooped up the saber once again. He glanced once more in the direction Piggy had headed off to, before turning a wry grin on the swords expert. “I’m not so sure about that, Kevin, but... you might be right. Now, how do I riposte again?”

All in all, it was one of the quietest days on the set.
 

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so sweet

These are wonderful stories. I was a little confused with the second but it all tied together nicely toward to the end. These stories are just amazing. As you tell the story I can see and hear it and they leave my heart floating on cloud nine. Thanks soooo much because this week has just been really stressful. I definately will reread these stories during final week. Keep up the amazing writing!:smile: :smile: :smile:
 

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These are a few of my favorite things....

Kermit glanced at Piggy who had resumed her rather exhibitionist pose on the log, kicking up her sandaled feet and batting her eyelids playfully. Realising
she’d been caught, the unrepentant diva winked seductively at Kermit

Other people practice writing their autograph--Piggy practices posing!

Kermit shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. You’re not exactly subtle, Piggy.” Kevin chuckled softly until both the frog and the pig turned to look at him.

Piggy sat up, crossing one chubby tanned leg over the other to full advantage. “Moi has never tried to be, Kermie.” She began idly twirling a shining lock around her finger. “Frankly, moi has never seen the point of subtlety.

You think? As if subtlety would have worked with such a thick-headed frog.

“You should raise your arm a little bit. It’s too easy to slip past your guard.”

You can say that again!

Half flirt and half threat: all Piggy.

Lovely, lovely....

Kermit scrunched his face up. “Yeesh, I was kidding.” He rolled his amphibian eyes expressively. “I wouldn’t inflict her on my worse enem.

Back-pedalling that convinces no one. Poor Kermie....

Loved it all! Ruahnna
 

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Oh, thank so much girls! I'm glad I could help you with your stress, Froggiegirl. Writing helps me with my stress, so we're both winners. :wink: The second one is meant to be confusing 'til the end, o I won't worry too much about that. Good luck with your finals!

Double entendres are fun, aren't they Ruahnna? It's always so nice hearing from you, especially since you inspire me so often. Thanks!

I'm going to try to get the second half of the It's a very merry muppet Christmas (gasp) movie scene up tonight but it's tough going right now.
 

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And the second half of what I titled Kissy Kissy. It was supposed to be a working title, and I didn't really mean to post it, but... I did. Oh well. I'm debating whether or not to leave this as is or to write another scene from IAVMMC. We'll see where my writing takes me.

Part Two

Kermit watched her for a moment before heading to his mark. Piggy, obviously flustered, let out a high-strung giggle as she turned away. Without a backwards glance, she skipped happily to the props table and scooped up a recent glossy of herself. She needed something to peruse while waiting for him to pounce on her. Piggy trilled a quick greeting to Gonzo and Rowlf, as she passed them, and then took up her own position. Restlessly, he hopped in place, just little jumps, half for a warm up, half in nervousness.

Onstage, the director had a few quiet words with Piggy before he turned to make his way over to Kermit. As Kirk turned away, she struck a familiar pose, leaning way back and turning her head to send an adoring gaze at Kermit. He stuck his tongue out at her, a striking gesture from a frog. Unfortunately, Kirk thought it was directed at him and stared in surprise at Kermit, who tried to communicate through frantic hand gestures that his tongue was meant for Piggy... but that just made things worse.

For her part, the actress who prided herself on sophistication and dignity, just as long as no one was standing in her way, was laughing silently. She was lost in mirth so intense that Piggy had to brush tears from her eyes as fast as they came to avoid smudging her make up. In for a penny; in for a pound. He stuck his tongue out at her again as the director approached.

“Uh, sorry about that, Kirk. It had to be done.”

“Oh, that’s alright Kermit. I figured there would be a fair share of shenanigans today when I saw the poem on the rear side of the set.”

“Poem?”

Kirk smiled down wearily at Kermit with a twinkle in his eye. “Something about you and Piggy... and a tree”

“Oh, geez.”

“Just don’t make me turn a hose on you two.”

“Oh, c’mon, Kirk, Piggy and I are consummate professionals. There’s nothing between-”

“Whatever you say, Kermit, just keep the consummating to what’s required for the film, alright?”

“Maybe you should tell Piggy that. She’s not exactly easy to escape from.”

“I already did. Not sure it helped.” As one they turned to the actress in question, who was touching up her lipstick with obvious glee.

“Hmmm. Well, what can anyone do, really?”

They considered the matter for a moment before Kirk returned to the business at hand. “Listen, Kermit, are you ready?”

“Yep, I’m ready.”

“Good. We’re gonna run it in rehearsal first, see how it goes, then we’ll catch it on film.”

Kermit nodded, then bounced again. “Gotcha.”

Kirk didn’t look entirely convinced by his reassurances. He started trying to get Kermit worked up, going over the scene they'd already discussed frequently. “So, you’re gonna come bounding down the aisle, then a big hop on stage. You’re excited; you’re in love with life, wanting to make amends, that sort of thing. Cross left to Gonzo, deliver the line, then over to Piggy for-”

“Yeah, I know. We’ve been over the blocking. Really, Kirk, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” The director smiled broadly at him then clapped him on the shoulder. “Good man, Kermit... well, good frog.”

Kermit returned the smile, not without mirth. “Thanks, I think I’ve got the idea.”

With one last, uneasy glance towards Piggy, Kirk headed out of camera range. “Okay, get to where you’re supposed to be, people.” Cast and crew got to where they were supposed to be and the director cued them into action.

Kermit immediately started laughing giddily as he bolted towards the stage. With a powerful leap of the sort he rarely indulged in, the frog sprang into the air. Unfortunately, his nervous energy and lack of practice betrayed him; Kermit over shot his mark and slammed into Gonzo, sending them both sliding into the back wall in a tangle of arms and legs.

“Whoa! Kermit!”

“Kermit, Gonzo, are you okay?!”

“Oh, Kermie!”

As cast and crew rushed to their aid, Gonzo sat up with a delighted smile. “Wow! that was so cool! Oh, are you all right, Kermit?”

“Did anyone catch the number of that bus?”

“Kermie, Kermie, speak to me, darling!” The little frog clutched his head groggily as he tried to figure out which aching limbs belonged to him and which belonged to Gonzo. Let’s see, green would be me, so that blue leg would be Gonzo and those lips heading for mine must be-

“Piggy!” He wriggled backward in surprise.

“I thought perhaps vous needed the mouth-to-mouth.” She eagerly bent towards him again, pressing her advantage.

“No. No! Er, I mean, I’m fine, thanks.” He cleared his throat in embarrassment. “Uh, and um, that particular life saving technique is generally reserved for someone who’s not breathing. If I’m talking, Piggy, I’m breathing.”

“Moi could remedy that.” A few titillated giggles broke out around them and Kermit glared at the onlookers.

“Everyone okay, then?” Kirk peered down at them seriously. Kermit nodded, feeling himself blush faintly at his unexpected clumsiness.

“Gonzo?”

“Oh, I’m great. Thanks, buddy, I really needed that.”

“Right.” Kermit drawled slowly. “Happy to oblige, Gonzo.” He stood and rubbed his head sheepishly. “I think I’d like to try that again.”

“We could try to get a stunt frog, Kermit, if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. I can do it, really; I just... got a little distracted.” He looked at Piggy without really meaning to.

“I hope vous are not blaming moi!” She jumped on his words, ostensibly shocked at the very idea.

Kermit shook his head. “Of course not, Piggy.”

Survivors all accounted for, they tried again and this time Kermit was very careful about the height of his jump. A little too careful as it turned out, for he barely cleared the stage. I’ll need to do that again, he thought ruefully pushing through to the rest of the rehearsal. Focused on the scene, the frog skidded happily towards Gonzo, tweaking the odd fellow’s nose playfully and shouting a greeting at Rowlf.
Oh boy, here it comes.

Piggy was facing away from him, looking over the photo, but he could feel her excitement. Someone off screen wolf whistled and she cracked a smile, an indulgence permitted only because it was a dry run. Kermit flew towards her, still hopping with energy before finally skidding to a stop behind her. The frog looked her up and down. “Wow,” he purred appreciatively, “Hey, Piggy, do you still have that mistletoe?”

She barely spared him a glance. “I’m not talking to vous!” she snipped crossly, seeming perfectly offended. He spent a split second appreciating her acting. Piggy was in a great mood today, he happened to know.

“Aw, c’mon!” She’s loving this! “You don’t need mistletoe when you’re green!” Kermit grabbed Piggy by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. She opened her eyes in shock, and her mouth as well, he noticed with amused consternation. Throwing his reservations aside, Kermit launched himself at her mouth, dipping her as he planted several kisses while Piggy pretending to struggle against him. This is surprisingly awkward. The difference in their relative sizes made it difficult for him to reach her lips and he attempted to readjust his grip around her to compensate. Whoops! Kermit’s foot slipped backwards, no more than an inch, but that was enough for him to overbalance, sending Piggy crashing to the floor with him stretched out on top of her. However, none of that stopped Piggy from responding happily to his kiss.

Uh, Piggy, you can let go now.

He tried to draw back, painfully aware of the laughter around them, but the amorous blonde had wrapped her arms firmly around him. The only way to get enough leverage to free himself was to push himself off of her, and there was simply nowhere he could put his hands that wouldn’t get him into a world of trouble. Piggy released his lips to gasp a quick breath and Kermit tried to roll off of her but she latched on to him again before he could vocalize a protest. She was obviously doing her level best to take advantage of her opportunity to kiss the stuffing out of him and despite himself Kermit felt his brain slipping into a romantic haze. Her eyes opened, mischief sparkling at him from those limpid pools.

Oh, no, you don’t.

Piggy was feisty, no one would dispute that, but Kermit, for all his generally calm demeanor, was no pushover. A spark flared up inside him, originating from somewhere in the vicinity of the determination that had taken him from the swamp to the whole world.

Time to fight fire with fire.

With the faintest of growls, he pushed his lips against hers, aggressively taking control of their embrace. Though he would never admit it, it was with no small bit of pleasure that he heard her squeak in surprise and surrender almost immediately. Her arms lifted off him, fingers spreading involuntarily and Kermit was free. He rolled to her side and just lay there panting for a minute unable to do more than close his eyes against the astonished stares of his friends and collegues. After a while, he looked to his right. Miss Piggy, he was satisfied to note, was just as undone as he was, lying limply beside him breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed deep crimson.

“Oh,” she murmured, “wow...”

They’d pulled themselves together... eventually. It had taken a while before they’d gotten the giggles out enough to make it through another dry run. It had not helped that Kirk wanted to experiment with how Kermit kissed Piggy, suggesting he jump on her, wrapping his legs around her waist. Neither Kermit nor Piggy were particularly happy with that maneuver, feeling it just a little too out of character for Kermit’s stage persona, despite the emotional state he was trying to portray.

After a few attempts, the director agreed with them and had them return to a dramatic dip. Kermit had had to practice a few times in order to avoid a repeat of the kiss, but Piggy seemed content to behave herself now. He met her eyes with a bit of defiance and she’d surprised him by looking away with a blush at the memory, before turning a professionally cool gaze on him. Kermit was tempted to tease her a bit, but decided against it. The scene had to be perfect and it was going to be hard enough to hold things together as it was.

“Okay, we’re gonna film it this time, folks, so let’s make this count.”

Kirk called out for the cameras to start rolling and Kermit bolted towards the stage in jubilance as though it was the first time. Kermit sprang onto the stage, this time landing on his mark with a satisfying plunk. I really need to get out and stretch my legs more often.

Kermit dipped Piggy like a pro this time and kissed her fiercely before yanking her upright again. He was relieved when she didn’t resist his efforts to escape and allowed him to run off stage, calling out cheerfully to Beaureguard. The frog expected them to cut the scene there; he wasn’t remotely prepared to hear a violent crash.

“Oh, Miss Piggy!” Rowlf called out in alarm. His heart beating even more rapidly, Kermit dashed back on stage. Rowlf and Gonzo were looking over the edge of the stage and Piggy was nowhere to be seen.

“What the-?”

Before he could figure out what happened, a voice floated up from the orchestra pit. “Don’t worry. My fall was broken by Kermie’s love,” the voice sang sweetly. Kermit quickly joined the others at the edge of the stage. “Piggy?”

She was flat on her back, sprawled over a tuba wearing a spacey look on her face that was rather reminiscent of Gonzo after a really horrible accident. “Oh, hello, Kermie,” she called merrily, looking up at him dreamily.

“Oy, what a day. Miss Piggy, are you alright?”

Piggy stared at him silently for a moment, gleeful smile still gracing her face, then she blinked several times. “Oh. Oh! Uh, yes, I’m alright, I was just... ah...”

One of the camera operators approached clapping his hands enthusiastically. “Oh, wow, Miss Piggy, you’re the best! That was a hilarious adlib!”

She pulled herself up to a sitting position, looking about nervously. Her eyes met Kermit’s and she bit her lip, flushing lightly.

“Yes, of course, adlib!” Within seconds, Piggy was being helped to her feet. “One never knows what clever joke moi will come up with next... yes.”

Kermit bravely managed to keep a straight face.

“I think we’ll take a break now folks, give everyone a chance to recover. Piggy, are you going to need someone to check you over?” The diva tossed her hair brazenly over her shoulder.

“No, thank you, Kirk dear. Moi is unhurt.”

“Glad to hear it.”

As actors scattered to chat and go over lines, the techies and various overseers went to work checking cameras, going over the shots, discussing what had happened. Left to his own devices, Kermit tracked after Piggy, who tried to pretend she didn’t notice his approach as she made her way to her trailer. Once she was outside the theatre, away from prying eyes, he reached out and caught her by the elbow, spinning her around to face him as he had so many other times that day.

“Just your pride, huh?”

She stiffened and affected confusion. “Pardon?”

Kermit grinned slyly at her. “Nothing hurt, but your pride.”

“So the saying goes, Kermie. Now if you’ll excuse moi-”

“It’s taken quite a beating today, hasn’t it?”

Piggy pulled away from him with a frown. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m sure you do, Miss adlibber.” Kermit couldn’t help but chuckle at her discomfiture. Her eyes narrowed sharply at him and with a quick turn she started walking away from him. He watched her go for a minute, then ran to catch up, falling into step beside her.

“Do you think,” he begin innocently, “that I should put in for a label?”

“Label?” she asked with as little interest as possible, suspicion laced in her voice.

“Yeah, a warning label, I was thinking, maybe something like, ‘Warning, intense exposure to these lips may prove hazardous to your health.’ What do ya think?”

Piggy looked at him haughtily, but there was a glint in her eyes. “Moi thinks that if anyone besides moi is exposed to those lips of yours, it will certainly be hazardous to their health, and to yours.”

Kermit laughed softly. “My life will never be boring while you’re around, will it, Piggy?”

“Not if moi can help it.” She smiled at him, and there was nothing safe about the curve of her lips. “And Kermie, dear, moi can help it.”

He linked his arm with hers, then slipped his hand down to give hers a squeeze. “Good. I like to live life on the edge.”

“Vous spend far too much time with Gonzo, Kermie.”

She wasn’t complaining.
 
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