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She'll Make Me Happy

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by usagimonster, Jun 18, 2012.

  1. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    Hi everyone!

    Well, here I am again! I haven't updated my first fic Life's a Happy Song in a while, but I'm working on it (if you haven't read it yet, please do!). Writing two stories and working full time is not easy by any means. I will hopefully have that one updated soon, but in the mean time I wanted to post the prologue of the other fic that I mentioned I'm writing. Lots have been written for stories, but it's only appropriate that everything's posted in order so I had to make sure that the prologue was done first.

    This story is a much, much more ush-gush Kermit and Piggy story, and it picks up immediately where The Muppets left off (calling all ush-gush fans! :):mad: ). It starts off being told in Kermit's point of view but it won't be that way for the entire story. I'm starting to see a pattern between my fics...

    Anyway, comments and reviews are always welcome, so please don't be shy. Without further ado, please enjoy She'll Make Me Happy!!!!!
  2. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member


    The past two weeks had been intense. It had been grueling. It had been chaotic. At times it had been emotional even. But in the end, it was all worth it.
    By some string of luck, not only did all of our fans show up to support us, but Tex Richman had finally agreed to give us our studio and theater back.

    If it weren't for Gonzo's fingers slipping at just the right moment, and Fozzie following with just the right bad joke, all of us probably would have been
    on the street. But we were lucky, like we always were. As Tex was being pulled away on a stretcher to the ambulance, we could all hear him laughing hysterically
    and saying we could have our studio back. Free of charge. Needless to say, we were all more than a little thrilled by this. We were overjoyed.

    I didn't really know what to say when everyone came up to me afterwards and congratulated me, giving me pats on the back and everything. Well, I pretty
    much told them that they needed to thank Walter more than me. After all, none of this would have happened in the first place if it weren't for him. And
    of course they did, and at that moment, I don't think I've ever seen a Muppet so happy in my entire life.

    "Everyone," I announced when we were all back in the theater, "I can't tell you how proud I am of all of you... of all of us. It's been a long time since
    we did anything like this, and I'm just really amazed at how well everything came together. We really did it." All of my friends were looking at me, looking
    to me for guidance just like they had in the past. But there was only one person on my mind. One person that I couldn't wait to talk to when this was all

    "I know that we've all been working really hard the last few days, and we just put on one of our most... impressive shows ever..." I looked around at all
    of them. I was so happy to see all of my friends together in one place again. "So listen, I want everyone to take the weekend off. Take a few days to recoup,
    and we'll meet back here on Monday at nine AM. What do you say?"

    Everyone agreed and soon began to disperse. Some were staying in town, others were already preparing to stay at the theater again. Me? I had something else
    in mind. But first I had to find her. No doubt she was already in her dressing room getting ready to leave, and knowing her, it would be a while before
    she'd reappear again. But I was more than happy to wait. I knew it'd be worth it for Miss Piggy.

    I think saying that I was surprised when she showed up that morning at the theater would be an understatement. If it weren't for the time crunch of our
    rehearsal, or even the fact that she was giving me the cold shoulder all day, it would have been wonderful to catch up on old times or to at least work
    out one or two things between us. It wasn't until later that evening when we finally got a chance to talk that things seemed to fall into place.

    I finally realized what I wanted. I wanted her to stay. Not just for the Muppets, but for me more than anything. And when I asked, she did. After that,
    I didn't even care that everyone we knew and everyone watching the telethon saw us kiss. I was just happy to have her in my life again.

    Miss Piggy has always been a great influence in my life. I knew from the beginning that there was something I loved about her. Something I adored, something
    that amazed me, but I was never able to really put my finger on it or put it into the right kind of words. I'm not really good with words in these cases,
    as you've probably figured out. It always felt like there was something in particular I was missing. But regardless, there's no denying that there have
    been many things I've always admired about her.

    For starters, ever since the day we met, I've always thought she was very, very attractive, if not the most beautiful thing I'd every laid my eyes on. Even
    in those moments when she's just woken up or hasn't applied any makeup, she still manages to take my breath away. She's also very, very strong, and I don't
    just mean physically. Miss Piggy has proven time and time again that whenever she puts her mind to something, anything is possible for her. I know it has
    made her violent and overbearing at times, but you can't help but admire her perseverance and fearlessness. I've come to learn over the years that at the
    end of the day she just wants to be loved and accepted just like the rest of us. She's just always had a funny way of showing it.

    And it wasn't just her beauty and spirit that I fell for over the years. It was also how much she cared for me that has always left me speechless. So much
    so that I didn't always know how to react to it. Whenever I've needed it most, she takes care of me, whether I wanted her to or not. And as much as she
    loves to be a diva in front of the cameras and everyone else, in private she can be a very giving person when she wants to be.

    Probably the most touching thing about her? She always is and always has been proud to say that she loves me. It doesn't matter to her that I'm short, green
    and cold-blooded. To her, I was always her frog, no matter how many times I've denied her, or how many times I've hurt her.

    It took me a long time to realize this, but I think the reason that I've kept my distance over the years is Miss Piggy has had a tendency hurt me quite
    a few times in the past as well. She's left the group unexpectedly to do commercials, made demands that were downright unreasonable, and she's even left
    me hanging out to dry a number of times in order to take care of her personal needs. Sure, not long after she'd quickly lash back and try to peruse me
    again, but a part of me always felt it was best to not get emotionally involved.

    I've always tried to keep our relationship professional, especially when we worked on the show, or movies, or whatever project there was. But regardless
    of my professionalism or our disagreements, if there's anything Miss Piggy and I have ever shared, it's history, and we've still always cared for each
    other very deeply. And despite my best efforts, there have been several moments when it was very hard to resist her. Sometimes when we were alone, I would
    still open myself up to her. I would let her hold my hand or steal a few kisses, and once in a while... we'd make love.

    Well, I guess in my case it was more like we got carried away. As selfish as it sounds, some days I took advantage of knowing that she wanted to be with
    me. Sometimes it was her beauty that set me off, sometimes it was her charismatic spirit. Sometimes both. Sometimes it was my own vulnerability and needing
    that feeling of someone who cares about you to be close. Sometimes we'd be in the middle of a heated argument, and that would pretty much do it, too. It
    always seemed to just happen in the moment.

    Don't get me wrong. Whenever we did it, it was quite wonderful. The only problem was every time we finished, I couldn't help but feel a great sense of guilt.
    I had taken advantage of her own vulnerability when I knew she wanted more than I was able to offer. Well, more than I was willing to offer, at least.
    I've heard people say that Kermit the Frog has no flaws and he's perfect in every way, but believe me, nothing could be further from the truth. Kermit
    the Frog is anything but perfect.

    Old habits die hard, and things continued like that for a long, long time. Then finally, that dreadful day came that I always wish I could take back more
    than any other.

    Right after we finished filming The Muppets Take Manhattan, Piggy came into my office one day with a smile on her face and a photo in her hand. A photo
    from the set of us as the bride and groom.

    "Kermie! Our first photo as a married couple!".

    That was the morning I found out that the priest on the set was in fact real and had married us in front of everyone. She had attempted this once before,
    unsuccessfully on The Muppet Show. But this time she was successful, and it was the last straw for me. I felt violated. I got angry. I went off on her.
    I told her that she was fired and she would never, ever, ever be my wife.

    Everything I had said I immediately regretted. For the first time in Muppet history she was silent. I'd never seen Miss Piggy look so shocked or distraught.
    I watched her begin to cry in front of me, tear up the photo, and then storm out of my office.

    "Piggy wait I-"

    I couldn't go after her. I was shocked, too. Shocked at myself for letting that come out like it did. I had been too harsh and deserved every bit of guilt
    I was feeling. I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about what had happened and realized that while Piggy had been unreasonable, as she normally
    was, it didn't mean I should have reacted the way I did. I figured that she would eventually come around and we'd somehow work it out like we always did,
    but not this time. This time she didn't come back.

    A few days later, I still hadn't seen or heard from her. I was starting to get worried that something had happened to her. I thought about calling her,
    but quite truthfully, I was scared to.

    "Chief?" Scooter asked me that afternoon. "Have you talked to Miss Piggy? We haven't seen her at the theater lately."

    No one had said anything yet about the news of our faux marriage.

    "She's… she's just taking a few personal days," I told him. "I'm sure she'll be around soon." But I think I was trying to convince myself of that more than

    Then I came across something I never expected to see. That same day when the mail came to the theater, I received annulment papers from the Los Angeles
    City Hall. For both Miss Piggy and myself.

    I locked myself in a room so that no one could see what I was reading. Very carefully I read the fine print, trying to take it all in. Granted I was a little
    relieved, but I also couldn't help but think that something else was going on behind all of this.

    This was way too much for me to take in. First I find out Piggy secretly wed us, and now she's sending me annulment papers without even notifying me about
    it? Well, that actually does sound like Miss Piggy, but I couldn't help but wonder: Was this what she was doing the whole time? Is this why she hadn't
    come by the theater? Or was there another reason she was hiding from me?

    As I continued to read the document, I finally came across the "Reason of Action" part. What had she written?

    Fraud – I tricked him into marrying me. I'm putting him out of his misery once and for all.

    I felt my heart leap inside my throat when I read this. I immediately grabbed the extra set of keys she had given me to her condo, and I hurried for the

    "Scooter, take over! I'm going to Miss Piggy's!"

    "What? But, Cheif, what’s going on-"

    I didn't have time to stick around and settle Scooter's confusion. I got myself over to her place as fast as I could, and when I finally arrived, I knocked
    on her door frantically. I had to talk to her.

    "Piggy?" I said, hoping she would hear me. "I know you're in there. Please, open the door!"

    At first I didn't hear anything. I tried again.

    "Piggy?! Please, this is not the time to be childish! I need to speak to you!"

    Nothing. Not even the sound of footsteps or movement from the other side of the door. Only dead silence.

    That's the word that scared me. Dead. What if…what if she had taken the plunge, ended her own misery?

    "Alright, I'm coming in," I said out loud, hoping she had heard me.

    I took the keys out and unlocked the door. If she could do things without my permission, I was going to do the same. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to
    know that she was alright.

    As it finally unlocked, I braced myself for the worst and swung the door open.

    Nothing. That was it. There was absolutely nothing. The entire space was bare. All of the shelves, all the furniture, all the pictures, everything that
    had once occupied Miss Piggy's home, all of it was gone.

    I walked through the familiar space, trying to grasp what I was looking at. Was I dreaming? I was just here a few weeks ago and now it looked as though
    the place had been cleared for months. I remember walking through the rooms and halls in silence, still finding nothing. With every room I visited, more
    and more memories of conversations, gatherings, meetings, and... togetherness came back to me. I just couldn't believe that all of a sudden there was nothing

    "Hey, you Kermit the Frog?"

    I immediately turned when I heard the voice from behind me. It was coming from an elderly gentleman in a jumpsuit that was standing in the doorway. I could
    only guess that he was the super.


    "I thought that was your voice I heard. Miss Piggy left this for you."

    He presented me with a small jewelry box, something that looked like Piggy would have owned. I took it from him, still a little stunned by the recent discovery.
    He turned to leave.

    "Wait a minute! W-what happened? Where's Miss Piggy?" I pleaded with him. I couldn't have sounded more desperate.

    "I don't know," he said, turning back to me. "She cleared out a few days ago. She was in a big hurry. I think she might have moved to Paris or something."


    He continued on his way, acting like it was no big deal. I decided to shake it off. He wasn't worth it. Opening the box, a small note and a brand new set
    of keys were inside. I quickly read the note:


    I'm going to live my life where I will no longer be a bother to you. Consider this my goodbye gift. Adieu, mon Capitan.

    -Miss Piggy

    I could smell her perfume coming from the box. It smelled just like her. I gulped when it had finally all caught up to me. She was gone for good.

    Under the note I noticed an address had been written. You can probably put the pieces together from there. I found the Bel Air house she had built for us.
    For a long time I didn't know what to make of it, but as time went on I began to look after it as best I could. I guess a part of me hoped that one day
    she would come back, and it would be here waiting for her.

    I soon realized that my actions not only jeopardized my relationship with one of my closest friends, but it also jeopardized the future of the group. Once
    everyone at the theater caught on that Miss Piggy wasn't coming back, everything started to fall apart. We began to loose our audience. Fozzie decided
    to leave for a solo career. The Electric Mayhem went on tour. I did everything I could to find work for everyone who stayed behind, but in the end they
    left, too.

    I had a lot of desperate moments where I thought of contacting her. I could have asked, no, begged her to come back for the sake of the group, but something
    stopped me every time. The things I had said to her kept haunting me, and I couldn't bear the thought of what she might have said if I tried.

    Months went by. Before long years went by. I did and said some things that I'm not proud of, and eventually everyone went their separate ways. Finally,
    I signed those annulment papers, and a week later I got the word that the annulment was finalized. Legally, the marriage between us never existed, and
    I felt a big weight lifted off my shoulders. I just wanted it all behind me. I didn't want to think about her anymore.

    If only it were that simple. After everyone left, I had a lot more time to myself. More time to think about how things had fallen apart, and more time to
    think about how I had let Piggy and everyone else down. I tried not to blame myself for what had happened, but I was unable to shake the feeling that I
    could have somehow prevented this from happening.

    I had come to realize that what kept Piggy around for so long was the fact that I had always given her false hope that maybe, just maybe we could be together
    one day. I had taken her for granted and selfishly abused that hope time and time again. Whenever we needed her for the show or for our movies, I had done
    what I could to keep her around, but I guess there's only so much a small frog can do at the end of the day. In the end my selfishness drove her away.

    I had no right to ask her to come back. I didn't deserve to have her back. But she did come back, and when her lips touched mine for the first time in years,
    I finally realized that final, wonderful thing about her that I loved so much but was always too blind to see. It was her loyalty to me.

    Yes. Miss Piggy may be a handful, but I could always count on her when I needed her most. When we walked out of the Muppet Theater that evening, I don't
    think I've ever felt so defeated in my entire life. But as we were leaving, Piggy had her hand rested on my back the entire time as we all walked down
    the aisle and past the silent audience members. It reminded me of how faithful and true she had always been to me. She stood by my side. She had always
    stood by my side.

    From that alone, I knew that I could never let her go again.
  3. miss kermie

    miss kermie Well-Known Member

    Wow... That was awesome.

    I'm really mad I didn't see this a long time ago, but whatever! It's good now!

    I felt kinda bad for Piggy though...
    Feeling she was making him miserable, when Kermit really did have deep feelings for her...


    More please!
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  4. WebMistressGina

    WebMistressGina Well-Known Member

    I have to admit that this is the start of something good. My only gripe is that, from what we've seen, out of everyone, Kermit doesn't call her Miss Piggy; he calls her Piggy. I think that shows just how close they are, as most everyone else adds the familiar to her name.

    It's like how Piggy can basically shorten or lengthen people's names (like Rowlfie or Daniel (kaye)) and they don't have a huge problem with it. Just familiarity.

    Post more!
  5. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Hello, usagimonster315! It was nice to see some Kermit/Piggy stuff on the board! I enjoyed reading your take on them and I am glad to see that Kermit came to his senses and realized how much he needs Piggy. In your story and in the movie, it was a satisfactory conclusion to a long-time relationship.

    I was surprised by your assumption that Piggy and Kermit had been sometimes-lovers during The Muppet Show. Back in the day, when the show was being produced, Piggy seemed quite adamant that she wanted a ring, a proposal and a marriage, not a fling. Knowing that, in your story universe, Kermit sometimes took advantage of her vulnerability just because he could disappoints me a little, but everyone has their own interpretation.

    Yes, WMG, Kermit almost always calls Piggy "Piggy" when talking to her, but he introduces her to others (on stage and off) as Miss Piggy. It is a sign of respect for her as a performer and star. On "A Red and Green Christmas" their patter on the album is very stilted, and he calls her "Miss Piggy." While I really enjoy the album, it was back in the "let's make fun of Piggy" day instead of seeing her as the wonderful, amazing presence that she is.
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  6. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    Oh Miss Ru...

    As the old saying goes, there is much more than meets the eye. And in this story, there is much, much more to Miss Piggy than you may have seen so far ;) You will soon understand her actions and motives to accepting Kermit as her part-time lover in the past. But that was also in the past... what will she say now? :o

    Keep reading and find out!!

    And of course, thank you so much everyone for your kind words! I'm having a lot of fun writing this fic, as well as my other one, and I certainly hope I don't disappoint. Commets and critiques always welcome! More will be coming soon so enjoy!
  7. muppetlover123

    muppetlover123 Well-Known Member

    amazing start :) i love the point of view from kermit
  8. Twisted Tails

    Twisted Tails Well-Known Member

    This is wonderful! What a great idea to go into Kermit's point of view, usagimonster315. Awesome job! More please!
  9. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    Sorry for the long delay! I hope this first chapter will make up for it. More to come! Enjoy!!
  10. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member


    The day had been long, and yet unimaginably fulfilling, and the Muppets knew it all too well. While the atmosphere of the theatre would have normally been chaotic, tonight they were peaceful and calm, exhausted from the day’s events. The noises of the theatre had died down some time ago, and they were all finally preparing to rest for the night in the hammock beds they had prepared on stage.

    However, Kermit the Frog was one of the few exceptions. He continued to stand at his stage manager’s desk, patiently waiting for the diva to appear from her dressing room. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was just passed one o’clock in the morning. He then looked at the schedule of the evening performances, even though the show was over with. It almost felt like he was doing anything he could to keep himself from leaving that spot.

    His eyes then wandered to the wedding photo of himself and Miss Piggy that had been torn in two down the middle. Before they sang Rainbow Connection earlier that night, they had placed the photo halves together, side by side, and then it had been rested and stayed in that spot on the desk ever since. He gently stroked the two halves and sighed, placing them together so that it looked as though it had never been torn.

    He heard a dressing room door finally open and close up the stairs behind him, bringing him out of his trance. He quickly removed his hand from the photo and turned away, pretending he didn’t notice the sound of her heels coming down the stairs. He soon heard her approaching him and took a deep, silent breath.

    Here goes, he thought to himself.

    “Kermie?” Miss Piggy said, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.

    “Oh, yes, Miss Piggy,” he stammered, turning to her.

    He briefly noticed she was now wearing her tight, red dress that went down to her knees and her grey jacket top. It was the same outfit she had worn that morning when she arrived at the theatre. Once again, her hair was up in golden locks as well. She looked stunning all over again.

    “What were vous thinking about just now?” she asked. “You looked like you were such deep thought.”

    Kermit cleared his throat. “Oh, it’s nothing, Piggy. I um… I was actually going to ask... where are you planning to stay tonight?”

    “Oh... I actually hadn’t thought that far ahead. All of my things are here, so-”

    “Hey, hey Kermit!” Fozzie suddenly came in between them. “Listen, I think I’ve a great idea for a new act in the show!”

    “Well, Fozzie, I don’t even know if we’ll be doing-”

    Piggy gave an irritated huff. The bear and frog heard this, turning to her.

    “Oh, ha ha, sorry Piggy,” Fozzie said sheepishly with his signature laugh, then turned back to Kermit. “Well real quick, I thought maybe we could talk about some new jokes I came up with. Here’s one I just thought of. Did you hear the one about the two antennas that met on a roof and got married? The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent! Ah, ah? Waka waka!”

    “Oh, brother,” Piggy muttered.

    Kermit agreed. He wasn’t impressed. “Yeah... well we can talk about that on Monday, Fozzie, but I’m taking the weekend off like everyone else.”

    “Ah! Say no more! But one more, one more! With out geometry, wouldn’t life is pointless? Ah, ah? Waka waka!”

    Kermit was starting to get irritated. Even if it was good to have Fozzie back, this wasn’t the right time. “Very good Fozzie!” he said, keeping a straight face. “We’ll talk on Monday OK?”

    The cheerful bear walked off. As soon as he left, Kermit turned back to Piggy. “Sorry about that, Piggy. What were you saying?”

    “Oh, I was just going to say I didn’t have anywhere in mind yet, but I can have Maurice pick everything up and I’ll stay at one of the hotels for now.”

    Piggy turned away from him slightly, trying not to look too concerned.

    “Oh, well, Piggy you know I gave everyone the weekend off?”

    “Yes, I heard.”

    “Well, I was thinking... It just seems silly for you to stay in a hotel when technically you already have somewhere to go home to. I thought maybe you’d want to... you know...”

    Kermit was nervous, and he was beginning to struggle with his words. But Piggy knew what he meant, and she very quickly blushed at this. For all these years he had been looking after the love nest home she had built for them, and now he was inviting her back to stay with him. It was a good thing the powdered makeup covered her crimsoning cheeks, or else he would have noticed her blushing as well.

    “Kermit, are you suggesting I come home with... vou?” she asked softly, pretending this was a complete surprise.

    “Well, I just meant... You built it. It is your house after all. I guess I was just thinking it only seems right if-”

    “It was supposed to be our house,” she interrupted, correcting him in defense.

    Kermit nodded. “Yeah, well, I just thought... you came all the way for me, it only seems right that you let me make it up to you by-”

    “Kermit,” Piggy said, stopping him, “I told you before. I did not come here for you, I came here for them.” She motioned to the other Muppets in the theatre.

    Kermit scrunched his face at this, not sure that he fully believed her. After all, she wasn’t even making eye contact with him and she did speak with a proud huff in her voice. But then again, that was just Piggy being Piggy, always needing to be the one with the upper hand and to prove that she was right all along. He shook his head and sighed. Some things really just don’t change.

    “Alright Piggy, if you say so,” he said, humoring her.

    “And besides, if you think on my first day back here I’m going to let you take advantage of-”

    “Piggy, Piggy, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, quickly defending himself. He looked down, clearly embarrassed. “I just meant... you came all this way to support the show... Well, it is really late and I just thought... isn’t it time you... came home?”

    Kermit was trying to be sweet but knew that didn’t quite come out the way he wanted it to. Piggy was still eyeing him wearily. He knew that look, and he knew what she was thinking. He looked around, making sure no one else was listening.

    “Look, I know we haven’t seen each other in a long time,” he said as sincerely as he could. “Let me at least try to make it up to you by giving you a proper, private place to stay and a chance to explain everything?” He was holding her hand now, and he felt relieved that she was not trying to release herself from him. “I don’t plan on any funny business. I’m going to be good and take care of you this weekend. I promise. OK?”

    He looked into her eyes again, but she didn’t respond. She just listened and looked at him thoughtfully.

    “Look,” he continued, “why don’t you get your things, and I’ll have 80’s Robot bring the car around. I’ll meet you outside in a minute.”

    Without even getting her approval, Kermit gently released her hand and walked passed her, leaving her standing at the desk alone.

    Piggy watched him leave and thought of what a wonderful gentleman he had been to her that evening. In reality, she had secretly desired to be alone with Kermit, even if it was just to talk with him. However, the day’s events had led her to make him believe otherwise. And now he was backing out a little too fast for her liking. She wanted him to fight for her, like she always wanted him to.

    All she knew was that he wanted her to stay... for him. She had missed him terribly, and hearing those words earlier made her agree to do so without a second thought. His confession before the song had even left her speechless. She wanted to stay, and she did want to hear what he had to say to her. She wanted things to be fine and she wanted to be with him more than anything. But in her stubbornness, she still refused to openly act like everything was going to be fine just because he said it would be.

    She sighed, knowing she had already opened her mouth and it was too late now. She kicked herself mentally, realizing that he would probably be keeping his distance for a quite while. Maybe once they talked later things wouldn’t be so awkward.

    Piggy turned in the direction of the dressing rooms when she suddenly noticed the wedding picture on the table. The two halves were right next to each other, as if it had never been torn.

    Had he... been looking at the photo while he waited?

    She briefly stroked her fingers over it, and her heart ached a little at the thought of him keeping her half of the photo after all these years.

    She soon brushed it off, knowing Kermit would be waiting if she didn’t come outside soon. Without another thought, she slowly, and solemnly, began her walk up the stairs to fetch her things.
  11. miss kermie

    miss kermie Well-Known Member

    More please!
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  12. Ruahnna

    Ruahnna Well-Known Member

    Methinks the pig doth protest too much! She probably longs to be alone with him--at the very least to hear what else he has to say! But since you indicated earlier that Kermit took advantage of her love for him, I can understand her wanting to appear reluctant.

    Here's hoping that--when all is said, more is done. (I'm hoping he tackles her and kisses the stuffing out of her when they're alone...but I'm probably just projecting!)
  13. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    I think you'll like what I have in store, but you'll just have to wait and see. ;)
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  14. DrDientes

    DrDientes Well-Known Member

    Ahhhhh!!! MORE!!!!
  15. muppetlover123

    muppetlover123 Well-Known Member

    please more lol
  16. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    Everyone ready for another chapter? :)
  17. Twisted Tails

    Twisted Tails Well-Known Member

    Yes! I can't wait anymore.
  18. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member


    After Miss Piggy’s bags were safely packed in the rolls-royce trunk, the beat up ‘80s Robot was soon driving them home. The streets of Hollywood were dark and practically deserted, and luckily they drove through with no traffic since it was so late. Kermit sat in his usual spot in the passenger seat, while Piggy sat in the back, gazing out the window.

    There was a very quiet but obvious tension that had evolved in the car since they left. More than likely it had been prompted by the last discussion they had. The frog and pig kept to themselves and didn’t say a word. Only ‘80s Robot spoke, once in a while spouting out directions as they made turns and changed streets, acting as their driver and GPS.

    In the silence, Kermit found himself occasionally looking up into the rearview mirror, checking on her. Piggy did not see him do this as she continued to watch the streets and buildings go by with a vacant expression on her face. He knew that she was probably feeling vulnerable and taking in the surroundings of her former home. He thought of saying something, but soon found that he did not have the courage to do so.

    “Turning right onto Sunset Boulevard,” the ‘80s Robot announced.

    As soon as Piggy heard this and saw the familiar, famous street appear around the corner, she felt a huge burst of nostalgia hit her like a ton of bricks. Her face immediately lit up as all the places of dining, shopping and entertainment passed by her window. They began to bring back many more wonderful and bittersweet memories than she was able to fathom. Of course, several of these places had changed since she was here last, but the setting itself was still enough to fill her heart with ache.

    “Does it feel good to be home?” Kermit finally asked at one point, turning back to her and trying to break the ice.

    At first she didn’t hear him, but when Piggy realized that he had said something, she turned to meet his gaze.

    “What?” she asked.

    “Does it feel good to be home?”

    “Oh, yes... yes of course.”

    They nodded to each other with forced smiles, before Piggy turned back to the window to once again let her mind wander down memory lane. Kermit knew he wasn’t going to get much else out of her, and turned back to the front as well.

    The ride up to the house didn’t make them feel any better. As soon as ‘80s Robot announced they were turning onto Bel Air Road and entering the high-class residential community, Piggy realized it would only be a few short minutes before they were home. She was feeling nervous, but she wasn’t sure exactly why. She had been wanting and wishing for this since forever. To be alone with Kermit in the house that was meant to be theirs’.

    Still, her heart began to beat faster at the thought. Maybe the idea of being alone together struck more anxiety than she had anticipated? Or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t seen the house in so long. Maybe she was just immensely curious to see how much it had changed. Or maybe...

    Before another thought could flood her mind, Piggy saw that the car was approaching the entryway of the mansion home. Only a second later, her eyes noticed the gold-colored, steel Kermit and Piggy faces that decorated the front of the ornate gates.

    She grimaced as she looked at them. Maybe it was her excitability talking, but she suddenly realized what a tacky choice it was to put them there and decided they must come down immediately. Whatever changes Kermit had made to the house, they would have to go with them as well.

    As if her anxious energy was rubbing off on him, Kermit was beginning to realize that this would be the first time they would be in the house together. The two of them. Alone.

    He gulped at the thought. The car was now coming up the driveway, and a minute later finally parked close to the front door of the dark house.

    “You have reached your destination, homies,” ‘80s Robot announced. “My guidance ends here.”

    Kermit turned back to Piggy, and he smiled at her nervously, but warmly. “Welcome home, Piggy.”

    She smiled back at him. “It’s good to be home.”

    They unloaded the car together, with the help of the robot chauffeur. Being the small frog he was, Kermit struggled for a minute and couldn’t believe how heavy the bags were.

    What on Earth did she pack, the Eiffel Tower?! he thought to himself. But he kept his composure and carried everything as best he could, leading the way as they approached the front door.

    Piggy took a deep, excited breath as he reached to unlock it. She began to wonder what the house would be like now. Maybe he had remodeled it more to his liking. She imagined that it would be illuminated with light and color, and she hoped that he had taken the time to update the interior over the years, too. Or maybe he had changed it completely, out of fear of being haunted by the past.

    But she found that it met none of these expectations. The house was dimly lit, and to her surprise, it looked the exact same as the last day she saw it. Perhaps a little more dusty than before, but everything seemed to be preserved in the exact spot she had left it in. It was odd and a little eerie that it was like this, but in a way it was also comforting. He had left it just the way she had wanted it.

    Looking around, she noticed the interior setting was somewhat outdated now, but it was still very homey and welcoming, as she had always intended it to be. She saw the white sheets that still hung loosely over some of the furniture. Even more still hung over the paintings that decorated the walls. Including the one of her, as if to shield Kermit from a painful past.

    “Are you tired?” he asked.

    “Mm...” Piggy responded with a nod.

    As they made their way to the staircase, Piggy caught glimpse of the Muppet paintings that hung in the main hallway. They were the only paintings that were not covered. She smiled as she passed them. They were all of Kermit’s best friends, and she had commissioned them right before the house was completed because she knew he would appreciate them. Maybe the sheets had fallen on their own over the years, but she was also somewhat convinced that Kermit had uncovered them on his own. Perhaps they had been there to comfort him when no one else was able to.

    When they finally reached the master bedroom upstairs, for once Piggy’s expectations were fulfilled as she saw that this room had not changed either. Everything about it was as inviting as she remembered it. The walls, the curtains, the furniture, it was all the same.

    The bed was still there too. It looked completely untouched, as if it had been waiting for her for all these years. The comforter was a calming pale blue and the sheets were white. There was a very tastefully decorative headboard, but no footboard. And several decorative pillows had been set together at the head of the bed, each of varying in shades of green and white. Piggy looked at it and sighed. She couldn’t wait to curl up under the warm sheets.

    Looking at the room, it hit Kermit that Piggy had originally meant for this to be their room, and he began to question himself as to wether this was such a good idea after all. But when he looked up, he saw that she had already set down her things and was making herself at home. He gulped, knowing it was too late to say anything now.

    “Piggy,” he said as he set the rest of her bags down, “it’s really late, so I guess I’ll be taking off and turning in...”

    Piggy stopped what she was doing but did not turn to face him.

    “I’ll be staying in the room just down the hall,” he continued. “You remember where that is, right?”

    She turned to him with a smile. “Yes, of course Kermie.”

    Whatever he wanted, she really didn’t wish to object to, out of fear she might scare him off again. If time away from Kermit had taught her anything, it was that she had to take his thoughts into better consideration.

    “Ok... well I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said as he turned to leave.


    He stopped and turned back. “Yes, Piggy?”

    She smiled as she approached him. “I just wanted to say... that I’m very, very proud of you... for everything. For getting everyone back together and saving the theater.”

    Kermit tilted his head to the side and chuckled. Her support suddenly made feel proud as well, though he knew he didn’t deserve the credit.

    “Well,” he replied, “be sure to thank Walter when you see him. None of it would have happened if it weren’t for him.”

    Piggy nodded. “Yes. I suppose I wouldn’t be here either if it weren’t for him.”

    Kermit’s smile slowly faded, suddenly realizing she was right. If it weren’t for Walter, he wouldn’t have realized how much he needed her in his life. If Walter hadn’t found him two weeks ago, she wouldn’t be right here... standing before him.

    Knowing this, he took a brief moment to take in her presence. He examined her elegant beauty. The way her clothes stylishly hugged her body. The way her curly hair framed her face so perfectly. The way her blue eyes seemed to look at him with wonder. He still couldn’t believe that she was really here with him.

    As he carefully examined her, he suddenly realized that she was moving closer to him. In the brief second that he allowed this, he could have sworn she was leaning in to kiss him. But before he had a chance to find out, he quickly dodged it.

    “Good night, Miss Piggy,” he said formally, and calmly, as he turned to leave the room.

    Once he had left and shut the bedroom door behind him, he leaned against the door for a long moment. Much longer than she would have known, in fact. He knew he had just left her standing there and felt like a truck had just hit him. He didn’t even know for sure if she had tried to kiss him. For all he knew he had just left her standing there for nothing.

    Regardless, he promised he would be good and knew he had to keep his distance. If she kissed him now, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. He wasn’t going to screw this up like he had done in the past, and that was final.

    Miss Piggy, on the other hand, felt like a complete fool. She still stood in the same spot he had left her, staring at the door and feeling that she had crossed a line. The truth was she had tried to lean in to kiss him, but it wasn’t like that. She had only meant it as a friendly thank you or a kiss good night, not something to make him run off.

    She touched her fingertips to her lips, regretting the attempt she had just made.

    Stupid Piggy, stupid! She thought to herself.

    She only hoped that she could soon tell him that her intentions were harmless and she didn’t want scare him away. She couldn’t let that happen again. They had to talk sometime soon. They just had to.

    Well... maybe tomorrow.
  19. miss kermie

    miss kermie Well-Known Member

    Awwwwwwww.... Poor Kermit! And poor Miss Piggy! More please!
  20. usagimonster

    usagimonster Well-Known Member

    I hope the chapter I posted today satisfies! :fanatic:

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