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Swamp Call

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TogetherAgain, Sep 7, 2005.

  1. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    whoooooooo! I love him! *applause* Whooooo! *stands* *claps*

    And don't rush for an ending date, Lisa! How could I know this were over!!!
  2. RedDragon

    RedDragon New Member

    Great chap. Can't wait for more. And your PM box is full again. Great story!
  3. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I cannot believe I missed the reference to my story in this last chapter! It was subtle, but so nice! I caught it this time as I read through it about "the monster's recent escapade in Hollywood" That made me so happy! I guess I was just so captivated by Miss Piggy's performance of On My Own to have caught it before!
  4. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter twenty-four

    The Newsman ran onto the stage and took his seat behind his desk. “Here is a Muppet Newsflash!” He proclaimed. “It has been reported that one day everyone on the planet will speak the same language! Scientists have been working to predict what language we will all speak. We have with us tonight a native speaker of the predicted language!”

    A screen behind him revealed this native speaker.

    “Tell me, sir, what language is it that you speak?” the Newsman asked.

    Vell, I speek a fery speceeffic deeelect ooff Svedeesh thet is su uneeqooe-a it is refferred tu es a cumpletely deefffferent lungooege-a. Muny cell it ‘muck-Svedeesh,’ boot I feend thet derugetury. Bork bork bork! I preffer ‘Cheff-Svedeesh.’ Boot ieezeer veell du, I sooppuse-a,” the Swedish Chef answered from the screen.

    The Newsman turned to the audience and sighed.

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

    “Is he going to make us something good to eat?” Grover asked. He was standing off stage with Scooter, watching the Chef add ingredient after ingredient to a large mixing bowl on stage.

    “Well, he’s going to make something,” Scooter said. “I don’t know if any of us will want to eat it, but he will make something.”

    Meanwhile, the Chef talked as he added and mixed. “Noo, ve-a edd zeese-a sneeppy sneeps und meex zee meexy-meex fur a leettle-a beet. Um de hur de hur de hur... und. Bork bork bork!.. ooh my. Bork bork bork!.. vhet is thees?”

    Some sort of blue fuzz was emerging from the mixing bowl. It clamped onto the edge of the bowl, and a huge wad of blue fur pulled itself up from the bowl. It seemed to be looking around.

    “Vhet is thees? Vhu ere-a yuoo?” the chef demanded. He picked up his rolling pin and tried to beat the blue fur back. “Get beck in zee bool!”

    The bundle of blue fuzz shot out of the bowl and rolled off stage as quickly as it could, with Chef in hot pursuit.

    Scooter pulled Grover out of the way. “Oh no,” he said. “That’s the end of that act. We were going to have you go on next and sing “Fuzzy and Blue,” but the only other fuzzy and blue person here is Gonzo...” He stopped, glanced over his shoulder at the blue fuzzy creature, and snapped his fingers. “Hey, that’s it!”

    “What is?” Grover asked.

    Scooter pushed the monster on stage as Beauregard pushed the kitchen set off. “Just wait there a minute, I’ll be right back to introduce you!” he said, and he ran after the Swedish Chef.

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

    Scooter stood in front of the curtain, silently hoping the number would work. “And now, here’s Grover with a little something from Sesame Street,” he said.

    Grover poked his head through the curtain. “Um, excuse me Scooter,” he said, “I do not mean to cause trouble but, I do not know what I am supposed to be doing.”

    “Oh, uh, you’re singing Fuzzy and Blue,” Scooter explained.

    “I am?” Grover asked. “Right now?”

    “Well, when the music starts,” Scooter said.

    “Oh,” Grover said. “So what am I doing now?”

    “Now you’re supposed to be waiting behind the curtain,” Scooter said.

    “Oh, I see...”

    “And then the curtain will open, the music will start....”

    “I see,” the monster said. “I am terribly sorry, I will go back behind the curtain now.” He disappeared behind the curtain.

    “Okay,” Scooter said. “Uh, ladies and gentlemen, uh, here he is!” He went off stage as the curtain slipped open, revealing Grover standing alone on the brightly lit stage. The music began to play.

    Fuzzy and Blue,” he sang as he danced,
    That’s me I’m fuzzy and blue.
    It’s just the way that I grew.
    Love being fuzzy and blue.

    I do! I’m fuzzy and blue.
    You see I’m fuzzy and blue.
    Yay me I’m happy to be
    So fuzzy and blue

    Gonzo strolled onto the stage. “Me too! I’m fuzzy and blue,” he joined in, “I’m oh so fuzzy and blue.
    No other color will do.
    Not when I’m beautifully blue

    “It’s true! He’s fuzzy and blue,” Grover sang, “all over.”

    Fuzzy and blue,” Gonzo sang, “Like Grover.”

    Look at us two,” they sang together, “We’re fuzzy and blue.
    Fuzzy and blue,
    I’m blue,
    I’m fuzzy,
    Fuzzy and blue,
    I’m blue,
    He’s fuzzy,
    How do you do?
    We’re fuzzy and blue

    The peculiar fuzz ball the Chef had made rolled onstage. “Yoo hoo! Fuzzy and blue,
    I said I’m fuzzy and blue.
    From head to bottom of shoe.
    That’s right, I’m fuzzy and blue

    “Me too!” Grover and Gonzo said.

    Then all three sang together. “We’re fuzzy and blue.
    Yippee, we’re fuzzy and blue.
    We three oh don’t you wish you.
    Were fuzzy and blue.
    Fuzzy and blue,
    I’m blue,
    I’m fuzzy,
    Fuzzy and blue,
    I’m blue,
    He’s fuzzy,
    How do you do?
    We’re fuzzy and blue

    The music ended, the audience applauded, and the surprised trio took their bows. Then Grover turned to the mixing bowl creature. “You are a very talented monster,” he said. “What is your name?”

    “I... don’t have one,” the creature said. “But could you please stop looking at my butt?”

    Grover shielded his eyes. “OH, I am so embarrassed! I am so sorry! Where should I look?” he asked.

    The creature suddenly grew a very large mouth, which he opened very wide. “Down my throat,” he said as he reached for the monster.

    “Ah!” Grover ran away. “You are very talented,” he scolded from a distance, “But you are not very nice!”

    Meanwhile Gonzo was still interested in the creature’s throat. “Hey, can I see that?” he said as he grabbed the creature’s jaws and turned them towards him.

    “Help yourself,” the creature said.

    “Wow!” Gonzo leaned into the creature’s mouth. “This is so cool!”

    Scooter and Clifford ran onto the stage, grabbed Gonzo, and tried to pull him away, while Rowlf, who had come onstage from the other direction, grabbed the creature and dragged him offstage, where the Swedish Chef was waiting.
  5. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member


    That was perfect Gonzo!! PERFECT!! And GRRROVER!!! AMAZING!!! I love it love it love it love it!!!

    More please...:p
  6. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I could not stop laughing at the blue creature the Chef created! Too funny! And I loved Gonzo and Grover singing together! Very clever!
  7. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter twenty-five

    Scooter finished handing out the long thick chords of twine and pushed through the crowded backstage area to where Clifford was carefully orchestrating everyone’s exact movements in preparation for the closing number. “Are we all set?” the go-fer asked.

    “Almost,” Clifford said. He tied another knot in the chord he was holding. “Alright, you three rats take this wing...” he handed the chord to the three rats to his right, “And you three take that one.” He gave the other chord to the three rats to his left. “Alright, now Mitch, you know where you’re going, and up you six go.” The six rats held onto their chords and climbed up a rope ladder to the lights. “Who’s next?” Clifford called into the crows.

    “I am!” a voice called.

    “Alright, come on up!” Clifford took the first chord he was handed and carefully began to tie it. “Hey Scoot, where’s Grover?” he asked.

    “Oh he’s with Rowlf, they’re in the canteen,” Scooter said.

    “Alright, good,” Clifford said. “I know Susan and Gordon are good at explaining, but I don’t think they’d wanna explain this to Grover.”

    “And I don’t think either of us would want to face Kermit if he found out they had to,” Scooter agreed.

    “Mm-hm,” Clifford said as he finished with the first chord and picked up the second. He looked at the performer he was tying the chords to. “This isn’t too tight, is it?”

    “Nope, it’s fine,” the performer said. Then he turned to the go-fer. “Thanks for giving us another chance, Mr. Scooter,” he said.

    “No problem, Zany, just don’t screw it up,” Scooter said.

    “I won’t!” the penguin promised.

    “Alright, you three rats...” Clifford handed off one of the chords. “And Rizz, you take this one with those two.”

    Rizzo took the chord. “Got it, Clifford!” he said, and he started to walk towards the rope ladder with the other rats.

    “Yo Rizz!” Clifford grabbed the rat, lifted him by his shirt collar, and glared right into his eyes. “You put one ratty little fur on that red button-“

    “ALRIGHT I WON’T I WON’T I WON’T!” Rizzo said.

    Clifford gently let him fall back to the floor. “Good. Then get up there.”

    “Uh yes sir!” Rizzo said as he scurried up the ladder.

    Clifford turned to the well-dressed man next to him. “Alright Jeremy, you ready for this?” he asked.

    Jeremy flicked a comb through his blonde hair. “As ready as I get,” he said.

    “Alright, Janice is already out there,” Clifford said. “But before you do this, lemme give you some advice: be careful how friendly you get with her.”

    Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is she your girl?” he asked.

    “Naw, man, you kidding?” Clifford said. “If she was my girl, you wouldn’t be going on stage with her! It’s Floyd you gotta look out for. Bass guitar. Just watch yourself, alright?” He slapped the man on the back. “Go on out, I’ve just gotta get Miss Mary Sunshine out there and we’re all set.” He turned to Miss Piggy as Jeremy took his position on stage. “Alright, Piggy, you got your chords?”

    “Right here,” Miss Piggy said. She looked like she had come straight out of the 1920’s, which of course, was how she was supposed to look for the number. Clifford tied one chord around each of her arms, just above her elbows.

    “Alright, let’s do this,” he said. He held the ends of Miss Piggy’s chords and climbed up to the lights on the same rope ladder the rats had used. Then he carefully followed her from above to her position on stage, flicked a switch on the lights, and spoke into a microphone he had put up there ahead of time.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, straight from the scenes of Chicago, Mr. Billy Flynn and the press-conference rag. Notice how his mouth never moves. Almost.”

    The curtains swung open and the audience saw Jeremy sitting in the middle of the stage, Janice pretending to be a ventriloquist dummy on his lap, and Miss Piggy and the penguins as the marionette press. High above them, Clifford and the rats worked to keep any visible slack out of the chords, so the press really looked like they were being controlled.

    The first penguin popped up. “Where’d you come from?”

    Jeremy answered through Janice. “Mississippi,”

    A second penguin, “And your parents?”

    Jeremy through Janice, “Very wealthy.”

    A third penguin, “Where are they now?”

    Jeremy through Janice, “Six feet under.”

    “But she was granted one more start!” he interrupted himself. “The Convent of the Sacred Heart.”

    “How you rats holdin’ up?” Clifford muttered quietly.

    “Better than you’ll be when it’s your turn,” Rizzo said.

    A penguin popped up again. “When’d you get here?”

    Nineteen twenty.”

    Another penguin. “How old were you?”

    Don’t remember!”

    Another penguin. “Then what happened?”

    I met Amos! And he stole my heart away, convinced me to elope one day.”

    Miss Piggy stood up. “Oh you poor dear! I can’t believe what you’ve been through! A convent girl, a runaway marriage... Now tell us, Roxie... Who’s Fred Casely?”

    My ex-boyfriend.”

    All the penguins were up as Miss Piggy sat. “Why’d you shoot him?”

    I was leaving.”

    Still they stood. “Was he angry?”

    Like a mad man. Still I said Fred move along,” Jeremy took over with “She knew that she was doing wrong!”

    The penguins looked excited. “Then describe it.”

    Jeremy sang through Janice again. “He came toward me!”

    With the pistol?”

    From my bureau.”

    Did you fight him?”

    Like a tiger.” Jeremy took over, “He had strength and she had none!” Through Janice, “And yet we both reached for the gun. Oh yes oh yes oh yes we both, oh yes we both, oh yes we both, reached for, the gun, the gun, the gun the gun, oh yes, we both reached for the gun, for the gun.”

    The penguins nodded. “Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both, oh yes they both oh yes they both, reached for, the gun, the gun, the gun the gun, oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun.”

    Jeremy sang with his own voice now, awkwardly dancing about with a very stiff Janice. “Understandable, understandable, yes it’s perfectly, understandable. Comprehensible, Comprehensible, not a bit reprehensible, it’s so defensible.” He sat again as the penguins popped up.

    How you feelin?”

    Jeremy sang through Janice. “Very frightened.”

    Miss Piggy stood. “Are you sorry?”

    Janice spoke for herself. “Are you kidding?”

    Miss Piggy sat as the penguins stood. “That’s your statement?” they asked.

    Jeremy sang through Janice. “All I’d say is, though my choo-choo jumped the track, I’d give my life to bring him back.”


    “Stay away from-“


    “Jazz and liquor.”


    “And the men who-“


    “Play for fun!”

    “And what?”

    “That’s the thought that,”


    “Came upon me,”


    “When we
    both reached FOR THE GUN!” Jeremy was so passionate about it he dumped Janice off of his lap.

    Miss Piggy lighted to her feet, with help from Clifford, and sang. “Understandable, understandable, yes it’s perfectly, understandable.”

    Jeremy sang along and danced with her. “Comprehensible, comprehensible, not a bit reprehensible, it’s all defensible.” He sat back down with Janice on his lap once more.

    The penguins began to chant softly. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they both, oh yes, they both, oh yes, they both, reached for, the gun, the gun, the gun the gun, oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun.”

    Jeremy encouraged them, and they grew a little louder.

    Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they both, oh yes, they both, oh yes, they both, reached for, the gun, the gun, the gun the gun, oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun.”

    “Now you got it!” Jeremy cried. He joined in as the penguins got louder and began to dance about, with Miss Piggy dancing in wild silence in front of them.

    Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both, oh yes they both, oh yes they both, reached for, the gun the gun the gun the gun, oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun.”

    Miss Piggy and the penguins were now all sailing around the stage, with Clifford and the rats grunting and groaning above them.

    Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both, oh yes they both oh yes they both, reached for, the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun-“

    Jeremy stood up, pretending to support Janice with a hand on her back, though she was standing on her own. He had a glass of milk in his hand. “Both... reached for the...” He started to drink the milk, and his voice continued. “GUUUUUUUUN...”

    The penguins threw themselves into the air, with the rats keeping the chords tight, while Clifford struggled to keep Miss Piggy above the stage.

    The gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun the gun both reached for the gun!”

    The performers seemed to collapse on stage. The rats were more than obliged to drop the chords. But Clifford, who was drenched in his own sweat, was too exhausted to unwrap his fingers from the thick twine.

    The audience roared with applause. The performers rose to take their bows, although Miss Piggy had a bit of difficulty, and she realized her elbows were still tied to the ceiling.

    Scooter, Rowlf, and Grover came onto the stage. “Oh, did I miss the closing number?” he asked.

    “Oh, uh, I guess so,” Scooter said.

    “Oh, that is too bad,” Grover said.


    Clifford had been too exhausted to realize that he was slipping off the crossbeam until he was plummeting towards the stage with his iron grip on the chords, lifting Miss Piggy as he went. Her counter-acting weight slowed him to a stop in mid-air. The trouble was, they were both in mid-air, too high for Sweetums to reach but too low for the rats to help.

    Miss Piggy thrashed around, trying to free herself. “Put me down!” she screamed, not realizing he had fallen. “MOI AM NOT A PUPPET!”

    “Yeah, no more than I am!” Clifford said, too exhausted to complain that her wild struggle was throwing his arms around.

    She looked up at him, surprised at how close his voice was. He was dangling ten feet above her. “OH!”

    Below them, Floyd, who had come onstage and put his arm around Janice, could not control his laughter. “Look how much lower Miss Piggy is!” he said. “That’s a little something called gravity!”

    “Nothing about Miss Piggy is LITTLE,” Rowlf laughed.

    “WHAT?” Miss Piggy thrashed around, furious.

    Clifford shook his exhausted head and looked vaguely towards the ceiling. “I give up,” he said, and he let go of the chords.

    It was a short drop, and the thud was much less painful than it sounded.

    Miss Piggy, on the other hand, crashed straight through the stage.

    Clifford didn’t bother to stand up. He just raised one sweaty arm. “Goodnight, everybody!” The arm dropped, and he was fast asleep.

    “Uh, yeah uh, we’ll see you next time on the Muppet Show!” Scooter called out as the raging Miss Piggy slowly pulled herself out of the hole in the stage.
  8. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    THE LINE!!!!!!!!!!!

    Oh SQWEEE I finally get to read the line!!!!! OH!!!!!! The LINE!!!!!

    You people don't understand, Lisa has been talking about this "line" since about 6:30 central time today. And might I say, that it was well worth the wait! Way to go Lisa! Way to go! This is amazing! The best fan-fic! Ever! EVER!!!!!!

    Thank you for this amazing story! You're amazing! Keep it up! :excited:
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    I have been DREAMING about that line for WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS! and, now I am having the very pleasant experience of being paralyzed with joy and laughter..... and sleep deprivation.... so good night! Or goodmonring, as the case may be.... oy....
  10. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Me fuzzy and have large teeth!!! Ruuuun!

    I mean, er...I loved it! Especially the fabulous Piggy-puppet line, and Floyd! "That's a little thing called gravity."
  11. G-MAN

    G-MAN Active Member

    Oh man, that was wonderful, I love that song, it's one of my favorites from Chicago
  12. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I loved it!!!! That line was simply perfect! It was worth all your planning for it, I hope it was worth your wait! A simply great scene! I can't believe it's up to 25 chapters! Wow! Can't wait to see more!
  13. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    You know those weird warning labels that you find, like, everywhere? Well, why in the world should this thread be an exception?

    WARNING: The following chapter is longer than most chapters. It is longer in order to include all aspects of the chapter as the author imagined them.

    WARNING: The chapter after the following chapter is shorter than most chapters. It is shorter because the scene in it is just that awesome.

    WARNING: Starting with the last two lines of the following chapter, we start exploring the scenes that I have been imagining since, oh...... um..... the beginning of the school year. Yeah. Definately imagined these scenes on the bus to school when it was light outside, and that hasn't happened since the beginning of school. Therefore, the scenes in the next few chapters will be much more... powerful, heartwrenching, oh-my-gosh-I-need-a-teddy-bear... pick your adjective.

    WARNING: Although there is a bin of over twenty teddy bears for you to use in the back of the room, these teddy bears MUST be returned.

    WARNING: Although teddy bears are provided, this thread is BYOT- Bring your own tissues.

    WARNING: Teddy bears and tissues may not be needed until the chapter after the following chapter.

    ........ok....... That's enough warnings........ for now, anyway........
  14. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    *shakes uncontrolubly*

    Alright, I've got the tissues! Now I'll take this nice pink teddy bear and I'm ready! *shakes out of chair*
  15. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter twenty-six

    Juhl’s Pizza Place roared with the laughter and applause of every customer, humans and amphibians alike. Kermit watched their overflowing joy with pride.

    “They did a great job, Uncle Kermit!” the little frog in his lap said.

    “They sure did, Robin,” Kermit said as he hugged his nephew. “I had a feeling they could.”

    “They do great without you, Mit!” Maggie said with a devious twinkle in her eye. “I bet by the time you get back, they’ll be so used to having you gone, there won’t be anything for you to do!”

    Kermit scrunched his face up. “Sheesh,” he said, “If that happened, I’d have to spend all my time avoiding Miss Piggy.”

    Jerry shook his head as he cleared away some empty plates. “Speaking of Miss Piggy,” he nodded towards the television, “That bacon looked a little steamed.”

    “Yeah, well,” Kermit shrugged, “I guess that’s her price to pay for hamming it up so much.”

    Jimmy smiled. “She really hogged the spotlight in that first number,” he said.

    “And she’ll make a real pig out of herself at dinner!” Maggie laughed.

    Kermit shook his head. “And in the mean time, it’ll be pork chops all around.”

    Jerry pushed the phone over to him. “Maybe you should try to calm the waters?”

    Kermit picked up the phone. “Of their safety’s sake, if nothing else,” said with a smile, and he dialed the number.

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

    Rowlf snatched at the phone and nodded to Susan and Gordan as they entered the backstage area. “Backstage, Muppet Theater,” he said.

    So how mad is she?” the familiar voice on the phone asked.

    Rowlf smiled. “I don’t really know. She hasn’t come off the stage, and I haven’t gone on.”

    I don’t blame you,” the voice laughed.

    Rowlf chuckled. “So how are you doing, Kermit?”

    I’m pretty good,” Kermit said. “How’s everything there?”

    Rowlf glanced on stage. “Chaotic as ever,” he said. “Want me to put you on speaker phone?”

    That might be a good idea,” Kermit said.

    Rowlf pushed a button. “Kermit’s on the phone!” he called onto the stage.

    Susan and Gordan came over by the desk. “Hi Kermit!” Susan said.

    “Hey! Kermit!” Gordan said.

    Susan, Gordan, is that you?” Kermit asked. “How are you guys? How’s Sesame Street? It’s been a while!”

    “We’re fine and Sesame Street’s fine,” Susan said. “We just came with Grover and we’re going to take him home.”

    “HEYYYYY FROGGIE BABYYYY!” Grover shouted as he ran off stage.

    “Speaking of Grover,” Gordan said.

    Hi Grover!” Kermit said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but you did a great job on the show tonight!”

    “Thank you! Grover said. “It was a lot of fun.”

    Oh good,” Kermit said. “I’m glad you enjoyed.”

    “Except for the part when that other monster wanted to eat me,” Grover said.

    Yeah, uh...”

    “He was not a very nice monster,” Grover said.

    No, he wasn’t,” Kermit said. “I’m sorry about that, it wasn’t supposed to happen.”

    “Oh it is alright,” Grover said.

    “Well Grover we’d better get you back to Sesame Street so you can go to bed,” Susan said.

    “Oh, yes, my mommy will be worried if I am not home,” Grover said.

    Okay then, goodnight guys!” Kermit said.

    “Goodnight, Kermit!” Gordan said.

    “Bye Kermit, I hope your mom gets better!” Susan said.

    “Bye Froggie Baby!” Grover said.

    But by then, almost everyone had crowded around Kermit’s desk, and it took quite a bit of work for them to get out.

    The show was really terrific, guys,” Kermit said. “Everyone here really loved it.”

    “Are you sure? They really loved it, Kermit?” Fozzie asked. “It wasn’t just your family being polite?”

    Well it’s not just my family, there’s a whole bunch of people here,” Kermit said. “And I don’t see a single unhappy face in here. Oh- uh, except for that lady over there, she just spilled her coffee.”

    Miss Piggy slowly walked off the stage, picking splinters out of her gloves, still furious. “Kermie!” she said angrily.

    Hi Piggy,” Kermit said calmly. “Are you okay?”

    “Kermie, vous have no idea how embarrassed moi am!” she said. “Dangling there like some- some sort of- puppet and falling down, and crashing through the stage in front of millions of people, it was humiliating!”

    Kermit hesitated. “Well,” he said, “...It was a very GRACEFUL crash...”

    “Kermit, clearly some people here just do not know what they are doing,” she said.

    Piggy, I’m sure it was just an honest mistake,” Kermit said. “Where’s Clifford, by the way? Is he okay?”

    “WHY DO YOU CARE IF HE’S OKAY?” Miss Piggy shouted.

    Well he fell, too,” Kermit said. “How is he?”

    “He’s still on the stage,” Scooter said. “I think he’s asleep.”

    Asleep?” Kermit said. “After that fall, you think he’s asleep?” There was an awkward silence. “Could someone go check on him?”

    “Right away, Chief,” Scooter said as he hurried onto the stage.

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

    Kermie?” Miss Piggy said. “Moi have never been so humiliated in my life.”

    “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, Piggy,” Kermit said, “But as I was just saying, everyone here really loved the show, right guys?” He motioned for his family to agree, and they did so loudly. “Yeah, especially the opening number.” He motioned for his family to get louder, and a few of the human customers agreed as well. He gave them a thumbs up.

    Really, Kermie?” Miss Piggy asked, clearly pleased.

    “Really, Piggy. Would I lie to you?” He felt a tap on his shoulder. “Oh, uh, hang on a second, guys.” He turned around to see his mother standing there. “Yeah Mom?”

    She smiled and motioned to the phone. “You can tell them that I really liked tonight’s show,” she said.

    “Oh good,” Kermit said, “I’m glad.”

    “Wilson is here now, and we’re going back to the swamp,” she said in her forever-gentle voice. “Are you going to talk for a while longer?”

    He nodded. “Probably. I can walk home, though.”

    “Alright. Not too late, now, Kermit. You know tomorrow is a big day.”

    “I know, Mom. I won’t be too long.”

    “Good,” she said. “Good night, Kermit.”

    “Night Mom!”

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

    Clifford followed Scooter off the stage in time to vaguely hear Kermit saying goodnight to his mother over the phone.

    Okay, I’m back,” Kermit said.

    “Clifford’s here now,” Scooter said.

    Oh,” Kermit said, “Are you alright, Clifford?”

    “Yeah, I’m alright, Kerm,” Clifford said.

    Oh good,” Kermit said.

    “Did you like the show?” Clifford asked.

    Yeah, the show was really great,” Kermit said. He hesitated. “So uh, whose idea was it for the lights in the opening number?”

    “That was Clifford’s idea,” Rowlf said.

    Clifford chuckled. “We gotcha on that, didn’t we Kerm?”

    Yeah, you did,” Kermit said.

    Clifford turned to Scooter. “Aw, see, I told you!”

    They laughed.

    Oh,” Kermit said, “And my mom wants me to tell you guys that she really liked the show.”

    “Oh how is she?” Fozzie asked.

    Oh she’s alright,” Kermit said.

    “Isn’t the operation tomorrow?” Gonzo asked.

    Kermit hesitated. “Yeah,” he said, “Tomorrow is the, uh... it’s the big day.”

    “She must be pretty nervous by now,” Rowlf said.

    No, actually, she seems okay,” Kermit said. “I don’t know how she does it, but she’s really strong. She isn’t... She’s not worried... at all.”

    “Well they think the operation will work, right?” Scooter asked.

    Well, they... they’re not really sure,” Kermit said quietly. “I guess... I guess we’ll just have to... wait and see.” He was quiet for a moment. “She’s not worried, though,” he said. “She’s okay.”

    Fozzie stepped a little closer to the phone. “Kermit?” he said. “Are you okay?”

    Kermit hesitated for along moment. Then he sighed a heavy sigh. “Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m okay.”

    They were quiet, trying without success to believe their friend.

    Well, I..” his voice wavered. “I... should probably... head back to the swamp.”

    “Okay,” Fozzie said. “Call us soon though.”

    I will.”

    “Goodnight, Kermie,” Miss Piggy called gently. A chorus of goodnight’s followed her.

    Yeah... goodnight...” There was a tiny pause, and they heard him reluctantly hang up. Still they kept their eyes on the phone, their thoughts with their friend, their hearts on the ground. It was Fozzie who shattered the silence with speech.

    “Why aren’t we there with him?”

    No one answered.
  16. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Good lord...Good lord Lisa...That line...Oh dear...wow...that's...that's just...oh wow...Lisa...I...I...wow...

    Amazing. Purely amazing. But Lisa, I must know more, and I must know why I need this teddy bear (that I am being very careful with ;)). Post more when you can Lisa.

    Wow Lisa...wow...
  17. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Hm. You, ah... you must know more, you say?


    That's... that's rather... curious...

    Because you see...


    ...You'll see.
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter twenty-seven

    Kermit kept his hand on the phone for a moment, then stood up to leave the nearly vacated restaurant.

    “You want me to call Wilson?” Jerry called after him. “He could give you a ride back.”

    Kermit slowly turned to face him. “No,” he said, “I think I’ll walk.”

    Jerry shrugged. “Okay, suit yourself,” he said. He started to wipe the counter off, saw something, and stopped. “Hey Kermit.” He tossed something to the frog. “Have a muffin for the road.”

    Kermit caught the muffin and smiled. “Thanks, Jerry,” he said. Then he turned and walked out into the dark, starry night.

    He let his flippers guide him through the streets of Leland and munched on the muffin as he mulled over the conversation. He just couldn’t understand it. His friends sounded worried. His family members were worried. He was worried. But his mother was the one with cancer, who was going into surgery, and she didn’t seem to mind at all. He just couldn’t understand it.

    He walked slowly and finished the muffin before he left the town. At first he kept his eyes mostly to his feet, then to the ground just in front of him, a few feet in front of him, several yards in front of him, just short of the horizon, and then to the horizon itself. By the time he reached the marsh grasses, he was looking almost straight up at the sky. He stopped and scanned the darkness above him.

    A bright, glimmering flash of light flung through the heavens, seeming to brighten the other stars as it passed, leaving a wake of stronger lights across the sky as it disappeared beyond the horizon.

    Kermit smiled, just for a moment. He nodded to the shooting star, and slipped through the marsh grasses into the swamp.

    He made his way to his favorite log and sat down in the grass in front of it, surprised to see that someone else was already there, waiting for him. He smiled at his companion. “Hi Mom,” he said.

    “Hi Kermit,” the elderly lady frog smiled.

    “I’m kind of surprised you’re still awake,” Kermit said. “I sort of thought you’d want a good night’s sleep before tomorrow. I mean, you said yourself, it’s a big day.”

    “It’s a big day for you,” she said in her forever-gentle voice. “I’ll be sleeping for most of it.”

    He shrugged. “I guess I didn’t think of it that way,” he said. “But aren’t you tired?”

    “A little,” she said vaguely. “But I thought you might want some company when you got back.”

    He nodded. “Well,” he said, “I certainly don’t mind it.”

    Their eyes drifted to the water, where they could see a few tadpoles still darting around.

    “So much energy,” she sighed. “If all goes well tomorrow, I’ll enjoy watching them grow.”

    Kermit looked at his mother. “Mom?” he said. “Aren’t you scared or worried at all?”

    She looked at him. “Well,” she said thoughtfully, “Yes, I suppose I’m afraid. But I’m not worried about it. The doctor knows what’s best. This is my best chance. If it works, I’ll live a little longer. If it doesn’t work, or if something goes wrong, well I’ve already had a good life.” She put a hand on her son’s shoulder. “I love my family, my family loves me, and I’m happy. What more can I ask for?”

    He stared at her, bewildered. “You mean... you’re okay with dying?”

    “Well, I don’t want to die,” she said in her forever-gentle voice. “But what happens, happens.”

    Kermit shook his head. “I don’t know how you’re so strong,” he said.

    She tilted her head to the side. “Kermit?” she said. “Did you forget the lullabye I used to sing to you?” She hugged him and cuddled him close to her chest as though he were an infant.

    He snuggled into her arms. “No, I... I remember,” he mumbled.

    She swayed him gently, back and forth, and sang a song he knew so well, but hadn’t heard in years.

    Let the world turn
    There will still be tomorrow
    And when the dawn comes
    Your sun will shine.
    Take a deep breath
    You can feel more than sorrow
    And you know that I know
    You will be fine.

    Rest your head
    And your mind
    When morning comes,
    Who knows what you’ll find.
    You’ll see more
    With rested eyes.
    The light of the dawn
    Will show you the prize.

    Sing a new song.
    Let the melody soothe you.
    Feel how your heartbeat
    Flows with the words.
    As it sways you to sleep,
    Let your troubles all lose you
    Chased by the memories
    Of songs you have heard.

    Rest your head
    And your mind
    When morning comes
    Who knows what you’ll find.
    You’ll see more
    With rested eyes.
    The light of the dawn
    Will show you the prize

    She smiled down at her son, pleased to see that the song could still put him right to sleep. She gently laid him down in the grass and kissed his head. “Good night, Kermit,” she whispered. “Sleep well.” Then she slipped away into the night.
  19. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    *chokes* The...star...

    *deep breaths* His mom...she's amazing...just amazing...the song...the star...the muffin! It's all amazing Lisa! You are a saint among us for posting 2 chapters tonight. I hug you for them. I hug you for them 10 fold! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<HUGx10>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
  20. G-MAN

    G-MAN Active Member

    Oh man, the star and the muffin were both the perfect touch, but now I'm really worried about the "Teddy Bear Chapter"

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