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Swamp Call

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

  1. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    *laughing hysterically*

    Lipstick on the collar!!!! That is comedy gold! Too good! I love it! Keep it coming!
  2. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    I'm thinking that Maggie's gonna be teasing her brother for a while since he has lipstick on his collar!;)
  3. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    The rainbow connection! Oh the shivers, oh the shivers!!!! And Piggy! She really is beautifull you know...sometimes....

    And I'm worndering just who went to get the paint? Was that Beauregard? And could that be a reference to the Muppet Dorms?
  4. G-MAN

    G-MAN Well-Known Member

    Lipstick on the collar Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
  5. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Lisa!! Just bumping this thread for you when you return! Hope you had a great time on your trip! :)
  6. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Hey, I cn't believe I missed the lipstick chapter, h'okey! I was maye the funniest yet! And any chapters with Mit are simply...well..amazing. She just wants onto teh screen and jou starts smiling, h'okey.
  7. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Psst, Beau, her name is Maggie...Not Mit, that's what she calls Kermit...:p
  8. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Ahhhh! *screams* Mags! Oooh, I hate me. *hides*

    She is so full of character...that I even forget her name...:rolleyes:
  9. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <shakes head> Crazy Beau. I suppose I should consider that a compliment?

    Anyways, guess what everybody? I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK from my crazy convention, AND! While I was there, I got a lot of writing done. How much, I won't say, so you won't nag quite as much, but...

    So I started writing the next chapter before I left, and I have to say, Mr. theprawncracker was a very big help. First he helped me figure out the wording for a certain description, and then helped me figure out, um... some other stuff that I won't give away, because it's, well, in the chapter. And then, I have to say, as I continued writing on the plane ride to Philedalphia, and throughout the convention, there was more than one occasion when I thought to myself, and even said aloud, "Dang it, I need prawnie!" So, I hereby publicly thank Ryan theprawncracker for his help with this particular chapter, which for once was more than just choosing A or B. :p

    Now I have mentioned, or rather glossed over, the names of Kermit's parents in previous chapters, but I don't particularly recall anyone noticing. I use those names again in this chapter, and I would just like to reiterate: their names are sort of references, and I have no real proof that these are their names.

    Okay then! Now that that's all out of the way and over with, let's get on with the tail! Er, I mean tale. Story! Er.... Yeah.
  10. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter thirty-four

    Kermit slid to a stop in front of room 218. He paused to catch his breath, and straightened his collar.

    “James?” he heard his mother say, “Could you straighten this pillow for me?”

    “Sure,” his father answered. “Is it bothering you?”

    “A little... Thank you dear.”

    “You’re welcome, Jane.”

    Kermit cautiously walked into the room. “Hi Mom, hi Dad,” he said.

    There’s Kermit,” the old frog said as he stood up. He walked over to his son and put a hand on his shoulder. “Your collar’s inside out,” he whispered.

    “I know,” Kermit whispered.

    The old frog patted him on the back and walked out of the room, lightly leaning on his cane.

    Kermit sat down next to the bed in the armchair his father had just vacated. The bed was raised so that his mother was sitting almost upright. “You look like you’re doing pretty well,” he said.

    She nodded. “A little tired, but yes.” She touched the bandage that wound around her head like a crown. “The doctor will do some tests tomorrow, and we’ll see if this new treatment really works,” she said with a smile.

    Kermit nodded. “Yup,” he said. He perched his leg up on the chair with him and rested his elbow on it.

    She tilted her head a little to the side. “Kermit,” she said, “There’s something different about you.”

    His face fell. “There is?” he said, hoping she hadn’t noticed his inside out collar.

    “Mm-hm.” She suddenly smiled. “You’ve been playing your banjo, haven’t you?” she said in her forever-gentle voice. “Did you friends bring it? Your father said they came.”

    Kermit smiled. “Yup,” he said. “They came during your operation. They’re at the hotel now. But yes, they brought my banjo, and I’ve been playing it.”

    “Good,” she said. “It almost didn’t seem like you were home, without it.”

    “Really?” Kermit teased. “I sure thought I was here.”

    The elderly lady frog shook her head. “You know what I mean,” she said softly. “I know you’re happier when you play it.”

    He shrugged, stood up, and hugged her. “I know who to thank for that,” he whispered.

    “So do I,” she said as she hugged him back.

    He sat down on the bed. “I guess I’ve gone pretty far with that banjo, haven’t I?” he thought aloud. “From the swamp, and Leland, to Sesame Street, and then Hollywood...”

    “And the theater,” his mother said quietly. “I’m very proud of you, Kermit.”

    He looked up at her, almost unsure of how to respond. “Well... Gee,” he said, “...Thanks Mom.”

    She nodded slowly, and then sighed. “And now you have Robin with you, too,” she said. “You take good care of him, don’t you? You get him to sleep on time, and make sure he eats enough flies, and you help him study...”

    Kermit nodded. “Yup,” he said. “Although sometimes I can’t get back to the boarding house by his bedtime. I have him go with some of the other guys, but... he likes to wait up for me.”

    “Well,” she said, “You do what you can.”

    He nodded. “I try to, anyway.”

    “He looks up to you, you know,” she said. “Make sure you set a good example for him, Kermit, because he’s following your flippersteps.”

    Kermit shook his head. “I would rather he make his own flippersteps, and not just follow in mine,” he said.

    “He will,” she assured him. “But he still needs you to guide him.”

    He nodded. “I know,” he said. “And I will.”

    “Good,” she said. She reached out, took his hand, and squeezed it. “Make sure he follows his star, Kermit,” she said, “But don’t forget to follow yours as well.”

    “My star leads me to guide him,” Kermit said. “By following my star, I’m leading him... And a bunch of bears and pigs and dogs and chickens and things.”

    She squeezed his hand again. “I’m glad, Kermit,” she said. “That makes me very glad.” The elderly lady frog leaned back into her pillow and sighed.

    Kermit perched his leg up on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on his knee. “Mom?” he asked. “What about your star?”

    She smiled. “Oh I still follow it,” she said. She put her hand over her heart. “But now it’s in here. Its light is in the sky. But the rest of it is in here.” She sighed lightly. “I should get some sleep though, Kermit,” she said.

    He nodded. “What kind of tests are they giving you tomorrow? Do you know?” he asked.

    “No,” she said. “We’ll see.”

    He stood up and hugged her. “Goodnight Mom,” he said. “Sleep good.”

    “You too, Kermit,” she said. “Goodnight.”

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

    Kermit quietly strolled down the hallway. He reached the waiting room and stopped in the doorway. His father was sitting in an armchair. His hands were resting on his cane, and his chin was resting on his hands. He looked half-asleep, but Kermit guessed that he wasn’t. Kermit stepped into the room and sat in the chair next to his father.

    The old frog looked up. “She sleeping?” he asked.

    Kermit shrugged. “She said she was going to,” he said.

    The old frog stood up. “I should say goodnight,” he said.

    “Alright,” Kermit said. He watched the old frog as he left the room. Then he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

    He saw the corner of a magazine peeking out from underneath another chair. He bent down and pulled it out. He was greeted with a picture of the entire cast of the theater on the cover of a popular tabloid. His image was blacked out, with a white question mark in place of his face. “Where in the World is Kermit the Frog? Can They Do It Without Him?” the headline read.

    Kermit scrunched up his face. “Sheesh.” He dropped the tabloid and sat back in his chair. Then he bent down and picked it up again. He read the headline carefully. “Where am I? I’m right here,” he said. “I’m where I need to be now.” He stood up, walked over to the window, and looked up at the sky. “I’ll be back, though,” he whispered. “I know I’ll be back.”

    He heard a cane tap on the floor and turned to see his father coming in the room. The old frog sat down in his chair and turned to his son. “I think I’ll go to sleep, too,” he said.

    Kermit nodded. “Okay Dad,” he said.

    The old frog settled back into the chair, and it wasn’t long before Kermit heard a snore. He turned back to the stars out the window.

    You’ve got to follow,” he whispered, “Follow your star... You’ve got to follow... No matter how far...”

    He sat up on the windowsill and leaned against the glass. Then he watched the stars as they twinkled far off in the distance.

    The next thing he knew, there was a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. “Hey. Kermit. Wake up.”

    Kermit shook his head, turned, and sat up. “Oh, hi Jimmy,” he said. “Is uh, is my shift up?”

    “Yeah,” Jimmy said, “My turn to sleep here, and your turn to go back and sleep in the swamp again.” Kermit chuckled. Jimmy sat next to him on the windowsill. “Speaking of the swamp, I heard your banjo before you left.”

    Kermit nodded. “Yup,” he said.

    Jimmy put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Thanks for playing it,” he said. “Relaxes me. I guess, I uh... I’m kinda nervous.”

    “About Mom, you mean?” Kermit asked.

    “Yeah,” Jimmy said. “I’d feel better about this treatment if this wasn’t the first time anyone’s ever done it.”

    “Well,” Kermit shrugged, “I guess we’ll know tomorrow if it works.”

    “Yeah,” Jimmy sighed. “Well, I’ll let you get back to the swamp. Mom’s sleeping?”

    “Last I checked, yeah,” Kermit said as he hopped to the floor. “Well, goodnight.”

    “G’night Brother.”
  11. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    Awww Lisa...that was beautiful!:) I know where you got Jane & James though;)
    That conversation between Kermit & his mom was so sweet!
  12. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    I loved Kermit's Father's remark about the collar (which I can't spell). It was too perfect!!! I sware they should make this into a film. A touching, remarkable, amazing, muppet film. Whole cast. A large part for Robin, new character, Robin's parents. Plenty of room for new characters, while keeping all the old. Maggie (not Mit) should be played by Karen Prell. I think Jerry should do Kermit's mum. It's so fab!!!
  13. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Well Lisa, you've done it, you've referenced all of my fan-fics! (Well, except my Fraggle fic, but I won't count that) Oh, and I wanted to say your welcome, and I'm glad I could help. :)

    But the chapter!! Oh it's amazing!! James and Jane! Wha ha ha! That's awesome!! And Kermit's talk with his mother was (excuse me for sounding like Dan here but) fab!! Can't wait to read more!! :D
  14. G-MAN

    G-MAN Well-Known Member

    When I first saw that Kermit's mother's name was Jane, I was hoping that his father's would be Jim or James, and that's so cool, keep up the good work Together Again
  15. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    James and Jane. So fitting. Perfect! Anyway, I'm so glad you're back, I've been looking forward to reading this story for the LONGEST time! This is without a doubt my favorite fan fic of yours and I agree with Beau, it should be a movie!
  16. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Chapter thirty-five

    The next evening found Kermit and Robin at the train station surrounded by their friends. Robin was comfortably seated in Sweetums’ hand, and Fozzie was hugging Kermit a little too tight.

    “Fozzie?” Kermit said. “I need to breathe.”

    “Oh! Sorry,” Fozzie said as he released his friend.

    Kermit took a deep breath. “Whoo! That’s better,” he said.

    “Kermit, are you sure you can’t come back with us yet?” Gonzo asked.

    “We’ll be back soon, guys,” Kermit said. “But Mom’s just getting back to the swamp tonight. I’d like to stay a little bit longer. Just until she’s settled back in, you know?”

    “That’s alright, Kermit,” Rowlf said as he pat the frog’s shoulder. “Just come back as soon as you can.”

    “I will,” Kermit said.

    “Yeah, and Boss?” Scooter said. “Don’t worry about the show at all. We’ve got it under control.”

    “At least we did when we left yesterday morning,” Clifford said.

    “Si but jou don’t wanna know what dat band might’ve done about dat, hokay,” Pepe said.

    Kermit shook his head. “Nothing we can’t handle, I’m sure,” he said. “But hey, you guys should get going. Your train should be leaving any minute.” They started gathering their luggage, and Sweetums set Robin down.

    “Wait!” Miss Piggy said. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Kermit, and kissed his cheek. “Oh Kermie,” she said, “Moi will miss vous so much!”

    Kermit cleared his throat. “I uh, I’ll miss you too, Piggy,” he said. “But I’ll be back soon. Trust me, I’ll be at the theater again before you know it.”

    “Oh Kermie,” she sighed, “It will be like an eternity!”

    “Well, uh, that may be, Piggy,” Kermit said. “But you don’t have an eternity before the train leaves, and-“

    “Oh! Right!” Miss Piggy said. She dropped another kiss on his cheek. “Bye Kermie!” She grabbed both of her suitcases and dashed towards the train.

    The others chuckled as they lifted their suitcases and started to walk towards the train.

    “Yeah, see ya, Kerm,” Clifford said.

    “Later, Cliff,” Kermit said.

    “Adios, hokay!” Pepe said.

    “Bye Boss! Bye Robin!” Scooter said.

    “See ya!” Gonzo called.

    “See ya, Little Buddy,” Sweetums said. “Bye Kermit!”

    “Bye Sweetums!” Robin said.

    Fozzie put a hand on Kermit’s shoulder. “I’m glad your mom’s okay, Kermit.”

    “Me too, Fozzie,” Kermit said.

    “I’ll see ya!” Fozzie said as he joined the others.

    “See ya, guys!” Kermit called as he waved after them.

    “Bye everybody!” Robin called, hopping in the air as he waved.

    After a moment, their friends poked their heads out of the windows as the train started to pull away. Kermit counted them off as they passed. “Piggy, Fozzie, Scooter, Rowlf, Clifford, Pepe, Sweetums... Hey wait a minute, where’s Gonzo?”

    The train picked up speed and the last car passed, with Gonzo latched onto the railing, flying behind.

    “THIS IS SOOOOO COOOOOOOOOL!” the weirdo shouted as the train whipped him out of the station.

    Kermit scrunched up his face. “Sheesh.” He reached down and held his nephew’s hand. “Come on, Robin,” he said.

    “Okay, Uncle Kermit,” Robin said. He stayed at his uncle’s side as he hopped out of the station.

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

    Over a hundred frogs paraded out the hospital doors, laughing as they hopped into the back of a red pick-up truck.

    The elderly lady frog held her husband’s hand as she settled in. “You know,” she said in her forever-gentle voice, “We need to celebrate. I think we should have a dance this evening.” The other frogs cheered. She turned to her son. “Kermit, you’ll play your banjo for us?”

    “Of course, Mom!” Kermit said, “I’d be happy to.”

    “Oh boy!” Robin said. “We’re gonna have a dance!”

    “We are?” a very small frog said. “But I don’t know how to dance.”

    “Don’t know how to dance?!?” Robin repeated.

    “You don’t know how to dance?” Kermit asked. He turned to his parents. “Mom, Dad, what has this family been doing that Josh doesn’t know how to dance?” He turned back to his nephews. “Why Josh, that’s impossible! Of course you know how to dance, you just don’t know you do. I’ll show you, as soon as we get to the swamp.”

    “Thanks, Uncle Kermit,” Josh said.

    “I’ll help,” Robin said. “Dancing’s a lot of fun, Josh. You’ll love it!”

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

    Later that night, Kermit sat with his banjo, as usual. But now he sat across the pond from his favorite log. Instead of hiding in every corner of the swamp, everyone had congregated in this clearing. A few frogs were sitting on the logs that sprinkled the edges of the clearing, but most everyone was dancing up a storm. Kermit played lively songs that he almost never played in the evenings. A few of his brothers sat with him, laughing, clapping, singing, and drumming along.

    Kermit looked out at the crowd of dancers. Robin and Josh were closest to him, clearly enjoying themselves. Josh was a natural dancer, despite his original hesitation. Past them, he could see his mother on a log. She hadn’t danced much, because she was still pretty weak, but she was clapping and singing along with every song. On another log, across the clearing from his mother, Kermit saw Maggie trying to convince Croaker to dance. Apparently Croaker wasn’t in a dancing mood. Kermit glared at him.

    “Alright Brother,” Jimmy said as he clapped along next to Kermit, “What song’s next?”

    Kermit smiled. “Well,” he said, “We still haven’t done Happy Feet.”

    Jimmy smiled. “Does that mean you’re dancing?”

    “It sure does,” Kermit said. He set his banjo down and walked straight to the center of the clearing. His brothers and sisters played the rhythm in whatever way they could, and everyone sang.

    Happy feet
    I’ve got those happy feet
    Give them a low down beat
    And they begin dancing
    I’ve got those
    Ten little tappin’ toes
    And when they hear a tune
    I can’t control
    My dancing heels to save my soul!
    Weary blues
    Can’t get into my shoes
    Because my shoes refuse
    To ever grow weary
    I keep cheerful
    On an earful
    Of music sweet
    Cause I’ve got hap-hap-happy feet

    Kermit tapped his heart out in the small circle his family had formed around him. The circle grew smaller and smaller as the mass of frogs converged and tapped along with him.

    Weary blues
    Can’t get into our shoes
    Because our shoes refuse
    To ever grow weary
    We keep cheerful
    On an earful
    Of music sweet
    Cause we’ve got hap-hap-happy
    Cause we’ve got hap-hap-happy

    Kermit laughed as he strolled back to the log, sat down, and swung his banjo back across his lap. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see his father standing there.

    The old frog set his cane against the log. “Play a slow one for us, son,” he said. He started walking towards his wife.

    Kermit smiled as his father led his mother out into the clearing. He played a very slow tune, one he knew his parents had danced to on their wedding night. He glared at Croaker, who was still resisting Maggie’s pleas to dance. Croaker caught the glare and instantly snapped to his feet to drag Maggie into the clearing to dance. Maggie glanced at her brother and laughed.

    Kermit turned his gaze back to his parents. He smiled. All was well.
  17. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    All was well!!!!!!!!

    Oh that is so good to hear!!! Finally we hear that all is well!! Finally!!! Oh Lisa this chapter was great! Gonzo was perfect!! And everything else! Oh it was awesome!! Now I've got Happy Feet too! Which is ad becasue it's 11:20 at night here and I shouldn't be dancing but I am...Oh well! Croaker and Maggie are great too, now I know what that random sentence was...;)

  18. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ok, even though Happy Feet will now be stuck in my head for the rest of the day...I loved this chapter! Everyone is happy and everything is ok! And Gonzo was priceless. I'm sad to see this might be ending soon!
  19. Fragglemuppet

    Fragglemuppet Well-Known Member

    Yes, but I have the feeling that within two weeks of this being finished, we'll see something new from either Lisa or Ryan, Lol! That was beautiful Lisa! All of it was so perfect. I wonder what can possibly happen next!
  20. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Warning, brag post ahead

    First of all, can I just say, Beth, I am very proud of myself for getting "Happy Feet" stuck in your head. I feel like that might be cruel of me, but... Anyway.

    The next chapter is chapter thirty six. It is, ladies and gentlemen, the final chapter of Swamp Call. I would like to announce that this is, in every way measurable, my longest fanfic.

    First unit of measurement: Number of Chapters. I have written stories with twenty chapters, twenty-four chapters, and twenty-three chapters, but this one sets the record at thirty-six chapters.

    Second unit of measurement: Number of pages. All of my stories are saved to my computer in Microsoft Word, size 12 font, Times New Roman. I have written stories with eighty-eight pages, seventy-three pages, and eighty-seven pages, but this one raised the bar to 147 pages!

    Third unit of measurement: Time. Destination: Home ran from May 31, 2005 to June 19, 2005- less than a month. Chasing Robin ran from July 4, 2005 to July 19, 2005- a mere fifteen days. Summer in the Theater ran from July 31, 2005 to September 4, 2005- a little over a month, really. But Swamp Call? Swamp Call has been running since September 7, 2005. We're getting very near to four long months.

    Since it's getting so near to the end, I have some thank-you's to dole out. This may seem corny, but I feel it's necessary.

    Thank you to Beauregard, who unwittingly caused the length of this story. You see, after I posted a "deleted scene" from Summer in the Theater, you, Beauregard, posted this:
    Therefore, I didn't cut ANYTHING out of this. And it got very long. And believe me, there were some things that I considered cutting... but, I didn't, and then those were some of the very things that people commented on the most. So thanks, Beau.

    Thank you to theprawncracker, who helped write more of this than I think even he realizes. Take the next chapter, for example. He was the one who reminded me of a certain element of the Muppets that had somehow escaped this story completely, and I realized that this element was the perfect ending I was looking for. As I mentioned before, he was also a great help in Chapter Thirty-Four, with Kermit's conversation with his mother. I had known for a long time that I wanted them to have another heart-to-heart after the operation, but I sat down to write it and realized I had no idea what they would talk about. And prawnie, you helped with that. You also helped me for almost the entire length of the story, by answering questions like "One, two, or three? L, M, or N? A, B, or C? Six or eight? Give me a random guy's name..." Such questions were used to make decisions on word and character choices, without giving anything away. They were also, I believe, a great deal of torture for prawnie, especially when I asked "a, b, or c?" and then realized I didn't know which letter stood for which option, and therefore had to ask "1, 2, or 3?" Although probably more torturous were the comments like "Oh my gosh, you are going to LOVE this line! Oh I can't wait to post this part! Oh my gosh I just got shivers typing this! Oh my gosh you are going to hate me for this! Oh my gosh this is going to be SO COOL!" So thank you, prawnie, for putting up with my torture.

    Thank you to Nyssa, (RedDragon,) who also put up with those torturous comments and questions, and put up with my random rambles about the story before and after gym class, and is patient enough to sit on my bed while I sit here and type this story up in a rather unsocial manner. Really, Nyssa, you're very good about putting up with me, and you don't complain about it, either. So Thank you.

    And most importantly, thank you, to YOU! Yes, you, whoever is here reading this! You who have read this story from beginning to- well, what I've posted, but who will read it from beginning to end, and comment on it, too! YOU! You are probably the biggest reason I even write in the first place, and you rock! I love reading your comments, it honestly makes my day so much better when I see a comment! So THANK YOU for reading it, and I hope you've enjoyed it, and I hope you like the last chapter, too! Thanks for sticking with me, everybody! I appreciate it so dang much!

    And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final post... I dread it, I honestly dread it. I think I shall be so depressed when I am completely done with this story. Yes, it is true, I already have a short story completely written out which I will post in its own thread sometime after this, and yes, it is true, the next five stories after that are roughly mapped out in my head already. But Swamp Call has been a wonderful, major part of my life for almost four months now... Actually, probably more than that, because it was burning in my head while I was still writing Summer in the Theater. But the point is... I think I'll miss it.

    Alright, enough with the mushy stuff. After all this, will you hurt me if I don't post the final chapter tonight? <sits back and waits for response>

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