A while ago, I told a few people on here about a story idea. They seemed pretty enthusiastic about it, so I thought I'd give it a try here. Please, bare with me, though. I'm not entirely certain how the whole thing should play out yet. THE MUPPETS PRESENT: SCOOTER'S STORY SCENE 1 INT. SCOOTER'S ROOM SCOOTER sits on his bed, strumming his guitar, badly (clip from The Muppet Show). SCOOTER: (sung) The very day I purchased it, I christened my guitar As my monophonic symphony, Six-stringed orchestra. In my room I practice late, They leave me alone. My mother said: "You're nothing yet To make the folks write home." Gradually, FLOYD, JANICE, ANIMAL, and ZOOT make their way into the room, all of them see-through. SCOOTER: (cont'd) And so I dream a bass will join me And fill the bottom in. And maybe now some lead guitar So it would not sound so thin. I need some drums to set the beat And help me keep in time. And way back in the distance, A horn would sound so fine. And we'd all play together Like fine musicians should. And it would sound like music, And the music would sound good. But in real life, I'm stuck with That same old formula. Me and my monophonic symphony, Six-stringed... (a brief riff, the band disappears) ... orchestra. I'm taking guitar lessons, Though my teacher just took leave. It was something about a break down, Or needing a reprieve. I know I'll find my future, So I will persevere And hold onto my dreams of making Music to their ear. The band returns, this time, though, they are all in concert, in bright and flashy outfits. SCOOTER is with them. SCOOTER: (cont'd) And so I dream a bass will join me And fill the bottom in. And maybe now some lead guitar So it would not sound so thin. I need some drums to set the beat And help me keep in time. And way back in the distance, Some horns would sound so fine. And we'd all play together Like fine musicians should. And it would sound like music, And the music would sound good. But in real life, I'm stuck with That same old formula. Me and my monophonic symphony, Six-stringed... (a brief riff, the band and all of the surroundings disappear) ... orchestra. (spoken) Boy, someday I'm gonna be a star. We pull out to reveal that we were watching this on a TV screen. The show continues on the screen, but our attention is now on... INT. MUPPET THEATER As we pull away from the television, we pan across to where SCOOTER is sound asleep on the desk backstage. KERMIT enters. He is surprised to see SCOOTER still here. KERMIT: Er, um, Scooter? SCOOTER: (in his sleep) Raquel Welch! Raquel Welch! Five seconds to curtain, Miss Welch... What's that?... You want to stay in your dressing room... Why, sure I'll come in. KERMIT: Scooter! SCOOTER: Not now, chief. KERMIT: Scooter!!! SCOOTER: One day I'll be host of The Muppet Show... KERMIT: Wake uuuuuup!!! SCOOTER shoots up, wide awake. SCOOTER: Vet's Hospital! Vet's Hospital on next! ... Oh, it's you, Kermit. I mean, boss. I mean... Hiya, chief! KERMIT: (scrunching his face) So, you want to be the next host of The Muppet Show, huh? SCOOTER: Oh, well, only because I admire you so very much, boss! Ha ha! KERMIT: Right. So, uh, why are you here this early, anyway? SCOOTER: Oh, well, I always get here this early. Gotta get an early start on coffee! KERMIT: Ah, good thinking. It's never too early for coffee. SCOOTER: But, actually, I was looking through some of these old Muppet Show tapes late last night. Must have fallen asleep. KERMIT: Uh-huh. Scooter? SCOOTER: Yeah, boss? KERMIT: Did you get evicted again? SCOOTER: What makes you think that? KERMIT: Your toothbrush is in my coffee mug. SCOOTER: Oh, right. Weeeeell... sorta. I was hopin' to talk to you about that. See, I could really use a raise. KERMIT: You already make more than anyone else here, and you're the go-fer! SCOOTER: Well, gee, I could always ask my Uncle. KERMIT: How much are we talkin'? SCOOTER: Minimum wage. KERMIT: What? Are you crazy? That's outrageous! SCOOTER: Well, okay, but my Uncle sure could--- KERMIT: How's fifteen? SCOOTER: Great! Ha ha! KERMIT: Wait a minute... Your Uncle doesn't own the theater anymore. SCOOTER: ... Does this change our agreement? KERMIT: *sigh* Scooter, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Under one condition, that is... SCOOTER: What's that? KERMIT: Wash out the mug.