The Muppets At Sea - (Unfinished)

You've got yerself an agreement.

YEEEES! What do you have in store for our muppet cruisers? *Clasps hands in anticipation*

We are on page two now.....

I know, don't you love it? Like real fic-maker-writer-things. lol. What can I tell you about this next part?....more randomness. But that doesn't mean anything, does it? Because their the Muppets

CHAPTER THREE “LAND HO!!!!” Gonzo was yelling at the top of his lungs, “Like, how would you know?” Asked Janice as she came into the cabin, exhausted from being up all night. “Because, I just felt a fish pass by.” “So like, why does that mean land?” “Because it was a double striped blue horn fish, that's why. They only live in coral reefs, close to land.” “Rully?” asked Janice halfheartedly as she flopped down on the bed. But Gonzo wasn't listening-he too had fallen asleep, plugging holes was a hard job. Up on deck, Kermit and Doc were peering over the rail at the land that had appeared, seemingly overnight. The long stretch of visible beach was completely empty, and the lush jungle was dark and close to the shore. “Hhm, looks inviting.” Said Kermit sarcastically as he viewed the island through binoculars. “Well we may not have much of a choice, we have to land somewhere and get this leak taken care of, your friend Gonzo can only hold out for so long. Besides, this beach looks deserted, and we need supplies.” Answered Doc, with a concerned look at the weary passengers. “OK, well why don't you ask your first mate to find us a place to dock?” “Right. Sprocket?” The dog that was always under his feet raised his head dutifully, “Run and find Scott Frawely and bring him here please?” The dog sighed and sauntered off. Before long the ship was riding at anchor in a shallow bay, overhung with palm trees and other tropical foliage. It was evening, and Kermit was below deck where most of the other passengers were, trying to get some sleep in an over-crowded cabin. “Hey! Give that back!” “No way, I don't have any blanket.” “Would you stop bumping around up there?!” “EIGHT A-CLOCK AND ALL'S WELL!!!” “CAN IT BEAUREGARD!!” Kermit had finally gotten them to settle down when Scooter, who had agreed to help Doc and the crew with some of the arrangements, came bursting into the cabin out of breath. “Kermit! Kermit! Hurry...up on deck...were surrounded by natives!!” Kermit jumped from the bed, and prepared to dash to the rescue. He was promptly trampled by the rush of people behind him. When he had regained his composure, de-flattened himself, and made it onto deck, he saw that Scooter was right- the previously abandoned bay was flooded with the light of torches! The people were tan, and clad in traditional island clothing. With many shells, and bones for ornaments. Most were wearing colorful body paint. There was much shouting going on, all in a language no one recognized. People were running back and forth through the jungle, where the light of a village could be seen further back. The crew and the passengers, all too bewildered to do anything, simply stood and pondered their chances for survival. “Do...savages eat bears?” Asked Fozzie in a shaky voice, “No, but I'm pretty sure they eat frogs.” Whispered Scooter, with a warning glance in Kermit's direction. “Gee, thanks. You guys are so helpful in a crisis.” Said Kermit quietly. Gonzo was about to add that natives do eat bears, and that cannibals would eat anything, when suddenly Doc's voice rang out. “Hello! We come in peace!!” He shouted, “We are visitors to your island, we were blown off course and we only need a few supplies and then we can leave!!” Kermit and the others held their breath. “Do you think they understand English?” Whispered Scooter, “If not, Piggy speaks french.” Replied Gonzo, Miss Piggy paled. “Oh how I wish we'd brought Swedish Chief!” Whined Fozzie, who already had his face buried in his hat. Kermit shushed them. After a deal of conversation between the crowd on the beach, a very tall man with the most extravagant ornaments stepped out of the crowd, he bellowed back in a loud voice. “You visitors, come from sea?” “That's right.” Answered Doc, less bravely this time. The tall man turned and motioned to the crowd. Suddenly, an enormous cheer rang out from everybody on the beach, and canoes began rowing towards the ship. The puzzled passengers watched as Doc was helped from the lifeboat, and welcomed into a large, important looking vessel containing the tall man who had spoken. Meanwhile the natives had boarded the ship, and were shaking hugging and shaking hands with the people therein. “Hmm, someone must have spotted *moi* on board. I always get this type of reception.” Noted Miss Piggy, she smoothed her hair and headed down into the cabin to gather her luggage. “Maybe she's right, they spotted her and decided to have a luau.” Said Rowlf as soon as he was sure she was gone. Scooter shook his head. “I don't understand, I heard that they were completely hostile towards visitors.” “Maybe they forgot.” Offered Beauregard. By this time Doc was trying to converse with the leader, as to the nature of the repairs needed. The man however, who was identified by himself and others as “Jefe”, chief of the tribe, seemed to be trying, In a completely different conversation, to tell Doc why the people were so glad to see them on the island. All Kermit could make out, by leaning over the ship's rail, was that there was an ancient prophecy that spoke of shipwrecked visitors saving the island's people from “The curse of the fish”.
CHAPTER THREE “LAND HO!!!!” Gonzo was yelling at the top of his lungs, “Like, how would you know?” Asked Janice as she came into the cabin, exhausted from being up all night. “Because, I just felt a fish pass by.” “So like, why does that mean land?” “Because it was a double striped blue horn fish, that's why. They only live in coral reefs, close to land.” “Rully?” asked Janice halfheartedly as she flopped down on the bed. But Gonzo wasn't listening-he too had fallen asleep, plugging holes was a hard job. Up on deck, Kermit and Doc were peering over the rail at the land that had appeared, seemingly overnight. The long stretch of visible beach was completely empty, and the lush jungle was dark and close to the shore. “Hhm, looks inviting.” Said Kermit sarcastically as he viewed the island through binoculars. “Well we may not have much of a choice, we have to land somewhere and get this leak taken care of, your friend Gonzo can only hold out for so long. Besides, this beach looks deserted, and we need supplies.” Answered Doc, with a concerned look at the weary passengers. “OK, well why don't you ask your first mate to find us a place to dock?” “Right. Sprocket?” The dog that was always under his feet raised his head dutifully, “Run and find Scott Frawely and bring him here please?” The dog sighed and sauntered off. Before long the ship was riding at anchor in a shallow bay, overhung with palm trees and other tropical foliage. It was evening, and Kermit was below deck where most of the other passengers were, trying to get some sleep in an over-crowded cabin. “Hey! Give that back!” “No way, I don't have any blanket.” “Would you stop bumping around up there?!” “EIGHT A-CLOCK AND ALL'S WELL!!!” “CAN IT BEAUREGARD!!” Kermit had finally gotten them to settle down when Scooter, who had agreed to help Doc and the crew with some of the arrangements, came bursting into the cabin out of breath. “Kermit! Kermit! Hurry...up on deck...were surrounded by natives!!” Kermit jumped from the bed, and prepared to dash to the rescue. He was promptly trampled by the rush of people behind him. When he had regained his composure, de-flattened himself, and made it onto deck, he saw that Scooter was right- the previously abandoned bay was flooded with the light of torches! The people were tan, and clad in traditional island clothing. With many shells, and bones for ornaments. Most were wearing colorful body paint. There was much shouting going on, all in a language no one recognized. People were running back and forth through the jungle, where the light of a village could be seen further back. The crew and the passengers, all too bewildered to do anything, simply stood and pondered their chances for survival. “Do...savages eat bears?” Asked Fozzie in a shaky voice, “No, but I'm pretty sure they eat frogs.” Whispered Scooter, with a warning glance in Kermit's direction. “Gee, thanks. You guys are so helpful in a crisis.” Said Kermit quietly. Gonzo was about to add that natives do eat bears, and that cannibals would eat anything, when suddenly Doc's voice rang out. “Hello! We come in peace!!” He shouted, “We are visitors to your island, we were blown off course and we only need a few supplies and then we can leave!!” Kermit and the others held their breath. “Do you think they understand English?” Whispered Scooter, “If not, Piggy speaks french.” Replied Gonzo, Miss Piggy paled. “Oh how I wish we'd brought Swedish Chief!” Whined Fozzie, who already had his face buried in his hat. Kermit shushed them. After a deal of conversation between the crowd on the beach, a very tall man with the most extravagant ornaments stepped out of the crowd, he bellowed back in a loud voice. “You visitors, come from sea?” “That's right.” Answered Doc, less bravely this time. The tall man turned and motioned to the crowd. Suddenly, an enormous cheer rang out from everybody on the beach, and canoes began rowing towards the ship. The puzzled passengers watched as Doc was helped from the lifeboat, and welcomed into a large, important looking vessel containing the tall man who had spoken. Meanwhile the natives had boarded the ship, and were shaking hugging and shaking hands with the people therein. “Hmm, someone must have spotted *moi* on board. I always get this type of reception.” Noted Miss Piggy, she smoothed her hair and headed down into the cabin to gather her luggage. “Maybe she's right, they spotted her and decided to have a luau.” Said Rowlf as soon as he was sure she was gone. Scooter shook his head. “I don't understand, I heard that they were completely hostile towards visitors.” “Maybe they forgot.” Offered Beauregard. By this time Doc was trying to converse with the leader, as to the nature of the repairs needed. The man however, who was identified by himself and others as “Jefe”, chief of the tribe, seemed to be trying, In a completely different conversation, to tell Doc why the people were so glad to see them on the island. All Kermit could make out, by leaning over the ship's rail, was that there was an ancient prophecy that spoke of shipwrecked visitors saving the island's people from “The curse of the fish”.

Uhm. I just realized that was really super long, sorry. You don't have to read it all tonight, but you *do* have to write more on your story soon, got it?

Hehehe! Good humor, but you accidently posted the story twice... Very good, btw would you like to make a guest appearence in my fanfic? Love this story! Hahahahahah! *Laughs like a maniac*
Gonzo appears. "Hey! Don't steal my job!"
Me: Oops! Sorry.
*Composes self* More please!
Alos, Duh! Randomness is the muppet's theme.

Kay I promise to write more tonight, if I can...
*Goes off to write more story*

Glad you like, sorry about the double post. And I would LOVE to be in your story...honored...maybe even >takes deep breath< a part in the same vicinity with Scooter?? Ok, I'm in absolutely no place to make demands...anyway, if I ever work on this one again or a new one...you've totes got first pick on cameos girl.

*Squeals!* awsome, okay in the next chapter your a muppet and Scooter becomes intrested in you!!! Kermit and Piggy aren't the only ones who will get sugar under the mistletoe. What do want your name to be in the story?

Omy gosh!!!!! You made my Christmas dream come true!!! (Or is that being a little overdramatic, lol??) You rock! Ok, I once wrote myself into a story and used 'Lonnie' as my name since it's vaguely similar to my real one, 'Locksley'. That will work or you can make something up, anythings good with me in that setting! Love love love you! Now I will be dying all day during class tomorrow. No pressure though, lol!

And seriously anything you want in ANY of my fan-fics from now on. Your wish is my command!

This was where it got...uhm, not good, as far as writing goes. I hated writing the cannibals because my interpretation of them was just plain goofy, so I wrote all Jefe's parts really fast, etc. etc. The result is some dis-jointed pathetic attempts at plot development...but because I know Figgie cares here is chapter 4 part 1:

CHAPTER FOUR
The island was beautiful. Everyone realized this as they were taken ashore the next morning, amidst crowds of cheering villagers. Lush tropical trees and flowers overhanging clear pools of blue seawater, and brightly colored vines growing to devour ancient statues. The jungle around them was thick, mysterious and utterly gorgeous. Far off in the distance, Kermit could just barely make out what looked to be a huge temple. “Now this is a vacation!” Said Fozzie enthusiastically, and the others were quick to agree. They were lead into he middle of a small village, which appeared to be on the outskirts of another bay. Here, the islanders managed to make them understand to wait, until Jefe could see them. This didn't take long, and they were admitted into a large hut at the head of the village. In which was seated the Jefe himself, with two armed guards. The guards left as the group entered, and seated themselves (without being invited, despite Kermit's severe warnings about “Politeness, or unemployment”). The Jefe didn't seem to mind though, he addressed Kermit specifically. “You frog boss?” Kermit made a face, and looked back at the others, there were some ominous snickers and coughs. “Well, uh...yes. I guess” “Very Good. The prophesy has spoken about green frog boss and friends. You were brought here by the great storm to save this village from the curse that has been plaguing us for nearly five full moons.” “What curse is that?” Asked Beauregard nonchalantly. Jefe stared at him with interest, “Is he required to speak on your behalf?” “No” “Nope” “Absolutely not!” “No way!' “Not a chance.” Came the string of replies, Jefe nodded his head understandingly, “Then I will ignore him if he speaks again, but for now I will answer his question, for it is one of wisdom.” He cleared his throat, and began. “It came, as has been said, nearly five moons ago, a huge fish- with a mouth of razor sharp teeth and eyes that glowed yellow like gems. It drove an entire village away from their homes in one night. At first we thought it could be a new animal-but it does not die when we throw our spears at it.” “You kill animals with spears?!!” Fozzie suddenly interrupted, the Jefe gave him a strange look. “Oh, uh...sorry. Continue.” The tribal chief looked to sky as if for help, before going on. “We were almost willing to let this creature live, unharmed, in the remains of our old village... but then it stole one of our own.” “One of your own?” “Yes. A small boy- only ten summers, given the sacred name of “Malino”, Was playing near the runes of the temple, far from the safety of our village. He was taken. Stolen, by the fish monster.” There was silence, as everyone exchanged glances. Kermit finally spoke to Jefe, “And uh, you think we can help?” “The prophesy has spoken of it.” “Can we see the prophesy?” “It is located in the temple, and the temple cannot be reached. The fish has taken It to live in. Our sacred temple!” Kermit was silent again, which meant everyone else had better be. Finally he looked back at the Jefe, “Alright, I don't know what we can do, but...we'll try, uhm, I'll try, at least to find the little boy.” Jefe grinned and shook Kermit's hand, “Good for you friend, and all of you are welcome to the best my village can offer for as long as you need. I have told my people of your arrival, and they are already preparing a feast to celebrate.”

OOOH!!!! Awsome freaking sauce! I can't wait, but don't worry about being goofy, it spices things up! Hmmm I think i'll put your name as Lonnie in the story.

*Waits anxiously for more story*
I miss you Wigitus!

Chapter four, part two: of three. Sorry it's taking so long, this is the last chapter i worked on back in the day. And yeess...I obviously knew I was losing my touch with the constant writer's notes here and there saying how hard it was to keep the plot moving. Bu anyway, here she is:

As Kermit was shown to his sleeping hut, he was able to take stock of his surroundings, and as he did this (don't kill the authoress, she's trying here) he realized just how many people were crammed into the limited clearing. They must be from the village that was evacuated. Thought Kermit, I wonder what a fish monster would want with a village?
The huts were simple construction of sticks, with sticks for the roof, and for the blinds, and for the table, and, too everyone's dismay, for the beds. But no one complained, not even Nigel, which was odd. The reason being that the sheer beauty of the island, as they were shown around by it's occupants, was so dazzling even he had too admit that they were lucky to be there. Doc, Sprocket, and the other members of the crew were nowhere to be seen. Jefe had assigned the chief boat builders in the community to helping them finish the repairs, and they had gotten started right away. After the group had been shown every inch of the inhabited jungle, the people began to slowly disperse. Most, Kermit noted, went to help with the preparations for the feast. When they had finally all gone, Kermit held an emergency meeting in his hut.
“Now.” Kermit started, in a loud voice, trying to drown out the clamor of voices around him. “You all, with the possible exception of Beauregard, heard what the Jefe had to say about us being here, uh, right?” There were various answers of agreement, and Beauregard scratched his head. “And you all, with the definite exception of Beauregard, understand what that means?”
“No. What?” Spoke up Floyd before anyone else could get a word in.
“It means we will be spending our vacation on this side of the island.” This statement was met with the usual greeting to a change of plans;
“Oh, man. Sorry I asked.” Groaned Floyd.
“What?! With all the cannibals?” Asked a shocked Miss Piggy.
“Miss Piggy, there not...” Started calm, collected Kermit,
“Like, fer how long?” Whined Janice.
“I dunno, just until we...” Began brave, leader Kermit,
“Will we still be able to water ski?” Asked Gonzo,
“Maybe Gonzo, it depends...” Tried not-quite-so-patient-anymore Kermit.
“Hey Kermit, can I have a raise?” Threw in Scooter,
“A raise?! Scooter, what are you talking about!?” Yelled a clearly frazzled Kermit.
“But Kermit, I can't sleep in those huts, my chiropractor said...” Moaned Fozzie,
“Fozzie your a bear! Bears sleep in caves!” Shouted tired-of-questions Kermit.
“They don't sell bubble gum on this side...”
“ALLRIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH!!” Kermit managed to silence them, “I know we all had planned for this vacation, but plans have changed. If it weren't for this prophesy thing, we would be shipwrecked without any help.” There was silence as the others all thought it through. Rowlf was the first to speak.
“Well I think Kermit's right, After all...Scooter, what did you say the natives did to strangers on this side of the island?”
“Uh, gee I dunno. Chased 'em off probably." And here we are in their finest huts, about to be treated to a feast. That's not what I call hostility to strangers, the least we could do is help them out.”
“Yes, but please don't forget their only helping us on the condition we capture Godzilla, or whatever chased them out of that other village.” Put in Miss Piggy.
“Fer sure, and anyway how do you know they'll be so nice to us once we've found caught the fish?” Asked Janice skeptically.
“Why wouldn't they? After all they don't even know if we'll help yet, and were gettin' first class room and board. Disagreed Floyd.
“Look, that's enough already. I told Jefe I would help find the little boy and I plan to, and anyone who wants to help is welcome to stay. If anyone still wants to leave, I'll have Doc take you to the other side of the island.” Kermit finished, and looked triumphantly at the downcast faces. Fozzie was the first to volunteer.
“I'll stay Kermit, but my chiropractor won't be very happy.
“Yeah, and I'm with you too Kermit.” Said Rowlf.
“And me too boss.” Put in Scooter.
“And me, but you owe me a water-skiing trip, you promised.” Piped up Gonzo.
“Me three!” Spoke up Beauregard.
“I'll stay, and anyway it's like 'Me five' by now Beauregard.” Said Nigel.
“Hey man, the band's with you. Nothin' like a good Scooby-doo story- right gang?” Dr. Teeth broke the solemnness.
“SCOOBY DOO! SCOOBY DOO!” Agreed Animal.
“Oh please Doctor Teeth, let's NOT turn this into a Scooby doo. It was just starting to get serious.” Reproached Kermit.
“Which means it's time for something to explode.” Said Miss Piggy with a groan.
“Or a party!” Put in Gonzo, with excellent timing (there's a lot of that, the writer is struggling) for at that moment Jefe and several other of the islanders dressed in festive clothing arrived, and they left for the feast.

Hehehe! keep up the good work, Wigitus! I'm lovin it!

I think what I like most in this fic is how our beloved muppets keep prodding the fourth wall. Very in character and you managed to use silly cameos and author notes to your advantage, creating a believable muppety universe.
The fic is lacking a bit in "meat" but the humorous flavor is what keeps me coming back. (great I've made myself hungry, sheesh)
Do watch for where you place your quotation marks though, they seem to be misplaced in certain pieces of dialogue.
Oh and might I add that I adore you for adding Nigel? Despite his obscurity, I find him adorable, and your character interpretation of him made me smile.

Yes, as the beginning says, I wrote this several years ago, and was unable to finish it due to an insubstantial plot. As far as the quotation marks: Yeah, I believe you. Editing is not my strong point. At. All. And you noticed Nigel! Hooray!!! Isn't he cute? I'm still wondering whether he is the brains behind Walter's act in the Muppets. Bottom line: thanks for reading!! I put this up for feedback so...I really appreciate...feedback!