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Voiceless (Dedicated to Richard Hunt)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction and Fan Art' started by Ozymandias, Nov 30, 2011.

  1. Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Author's note: I'm...well, I'm not exactly sure what the rules are for this kind of fic. I've seen a lot of absolutely beautiful fanfics and fan art made in tribute to Jim Henson, and don't get me wrong, that's absolutely wonderful and Jim deserves all of that and more, but I noticed that there weren't very many tributes to Richard Hunt. I was going for a run today when this idea popped into my head, so I figured, "Why not?"

    I'll mainly be concentrating on The Muppet Show for this, since I'm not all that familiar with Seseme Street and I've never watched Fraggle Rock.

    Anyways, without further ado, I give you my dedication to Richard Hunt in fiction form. Enjoy.

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    Voiceless

    By Ozymandias

    Chapter 1

    It happened on a cold, blustery January day. Things were beginning to pick up at the Muppet Theatre, as performances were to begin again within the next few weeks, as they had all opted to take three weeks of Christmas vacation instead of acting through the holidays, as it had been a rough year for everyone with the loss of their founding father. The Electric Mayhem were practicing their newest song, a cover of "The Look" by Roxette, on the main stage. Gonzo was sitting in one of the wings, a box filled with random junk in front of him, trying to find inspiration for his new acts, as he only had two planned out in his head and he would need twenty of them within two weeks. Fozzie was backstage, going over a new comedy routine with Kermit, with Scooter running to get them both a coffee. The Swedish chef was working away in the kitchen on a new recipe, Macaroni and Cheese with cayenne pepper, and Rowlf was ticking the keys off-stage, playing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy", much to the annoyance of the Electric Mayhem.

    And in the basement, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and his assistant, Beaker, were working away at a new invention, the "Automatic Hypnotizer". However, things were not going well. The machine had blown up for the third time that day, and Bunsen's patience was wearing thing.

    "Oh gosh darn it!" he cried, banging his fist on the diagram. "What are we doing wrong? We hooked up the generator to the right ports and made sure that the cooler was on, so what gives?" He rested his elbow against the table and placed his head on his hand, sighing in frustration.

    "Mee mee mee mee mo mo." Beaker asked, scrubbing the soot off of his face with a rag.

    "Yes, of course I plugged it in!"

    "Mee mee meep."

    "Hmm, I don't remember checking that, actually." Bunsen said, sitting up straight. "Wait a moment, Beaker." He stooped down to look near the bottom of the machine.

    "Me meeeeeee me."

    "Oh quit whining!" Bunsen snapped from his position on the floor. "Turning on the machine without coolant was your idea!"

    "Mee mee!"

    "Was too!"

    "Mee mee!"

    "Was too!"

    "Mee m-"

    "Oh for pete's sake Beaker, keep this up and I won't give you the honour of testing this out on the first performance!"

    That would have been the perfect opportunity to speak, except that Beaker suddenly found out that he couldn't. He opened his mouth and shut it several times, trying to force tthe air through his windpipe and to get his voice to work, but no go. What in the world?

    "There, that's a good Beak-oh for crying out loud, you installed a frayed wire?"

    Beaker leaned on the table for support, trying again and again to speak. A twinge of panic wiggled in his stomach. Everything was working just fine a second ago, what happened? The explosion obviously didn't damage my voice, so why-

    No, no it couldn't be that. You just have to try harder. Try harder, Beaker!

    Bunsen sat up, frayed wire in hand, only to bang his head against the bottom of the machine. He stood to his feet, rubbing his head with his other hand, then shot an annoyed glance at Beaker, holding out the frayed wire in triumph. His frustration melted away when he saw his assistant's mouth gaping open, then closing rapidly. No sounds appeared. Not even a squeak.

    "Beaker?" He said, stepping forward, the hand with the incriminating wire dropped by his side. "Beaker, what's wrong?" His larynx couldn't have acquired damage from the explosion, could it? I mean, he's taken worse without any vocal damage, and he was meeping away a moment ago.

    The panic was rapidly growing as Beaker realized that no matter what he did, not a single sound came out of his mouth. He had been rendered completely mute.

    Oh no. Oh no oh no ohnoohnoohnoohno. Beaker stepped back away from Bunsen, no longer able to control his fear, the fear of the worst. This happened to Kermit, he told us so about it when Steve finally stepped in and he was able to tell us about it. Why is it happening to me now, unless Richard's-

    Oh no.

    Bunsen took a step towards his assistant. "Beaker?"

    The bald scientist wasn't expecting for Beaker to bolt, running past him and slamming into his shoulder, sending Bunsen tumbling to the floor as Beaker rushed out the door. "Beaker!" Bunsen shouted, scrambling to his feet. "Beaker, I'm sorry! Was it something I said?" He gave chase after the running form ten feet ahead of him in the hallway. "Beaker!"
  2. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    That's beautiful! I feel like crying, Please, please, PLEASE! Write more! What will happen to Scooter and the others?! Beautiful:eek:!
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  3. Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Authors note: Thany you bouncingbabyfig! I'm glad that you are enjoying the story!

    Just a bit of a general note to anyone who may be reading this: how am I doing with my characterization? Is it too over the top, or am I tking the Muppets out of character? Let me know if there is anything I can improve.

    In any case, on to Chapter 2!

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    Chapter 2

    Scooter was humming to himself in the kitchen, pouring a steaming cup of coffee into one of the old, chipped porcelain mugs Fozzie liked to use, ugly as they were. On the other side of the kitchen, the Swedish Chef was working away, and had begun arguing with a loaf of bread, which, being sentient, didn’t like the idea of being turned into bread crumbs. Scooter dumped in two creamers, grabbed two packs of sugar and a stir stick, and headed out the door, still humming Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy”, the song that Rowlf had been playing away just minutes earlier as he had left to grab a coffee.

    Something twitched in the back of Scooter’s mind. He blinked and stopped, shaking his head. “Odd.” He murmured. It was if as if a slightly off-key note had been played by one player in an orchestra. He smiled to himself, sure that he was just being silly, and started walking forward again, humming the next bar of the familiar orchestration. Again, the back of his mind twitched, and he rubbed his temple. “Must be the beginning of a headache.” He said to himself, and then frowned as he noticed that the hand holding the coffee mug was shaking, threatening to flop the steaming liquid all over himself. What the hooey? He forced himself to stop shaking, and then continued on, humming to himself until the humming unexpectedly cut off mid-bar. He couldn’t make a sound.

    He froze, his pupils constricting. He knew. There was no denial, or anger, or bargaining. Only shock, then numbness as the smile fell off his face at the same moment the coffee mug slipped from his limp fingers and clattered on the floor. It did not break, but spilled coffee all over the floorboards.

    “Vhet zee hey?” Swedish Chef’s voice rang out, having heard the noise. He popped his meaty head out of the door and looked out. “Hey, yuøøre-a muppeeng thet up, yuøø heer?”

    Silence. Scooter’s back was stiff.

    “Scuuder? Yuøø ok?”

    Not a sound. Scooter slowly turned his head, having turned pale. The Swedish Chef knew instantly too. He had gone through the same thing only a year earlier. He maneuvered himself out of the door, walked up to Scooter (not caring that his shoes were becoming soaked in coffee) and put his hand on the young lad’s shoulder. “I’m surry. Go feend zee little-a gree frug.”

    Scooter nodded wordlessly, then started walking forward, running his left hand along the edge of the wall aimlessly, tracking coffee prints as he went. The Swedish Chef’s hand fell limply at his side, and he took off his hat reverently. He stood there in the cooling puddle of coffee for a long time, before the smell of burning onions brought him back quickly to his kitchen.

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    Sweetums sat back in his bunk, his hands behind his head, unable to speak. Out of all the Muppets, had been the only one to have seen this coming. John Henson had stepped in to control his movements almost a decade ago, because Richard could no longer physically do it. At the very least, it had given him time to prepare himself for this moment.

    He turned to his side and quietly curled up into himself, grieving quietly. It wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t. Richard had been a wonderful man, so talented and so outgoing, and, overall, so loving to everyone. Losing him like this…well, it was going to take everyone a long time to recover.

    Everyone…Sweetums sat up and dried his eyes. Grieving could come later. Right now, the others (especially Scooter, poor fellow) would need him. He would be there for them, a strong giant who would hold them as they cried, and who would comfort them without a voice, and then he would grieve. Not yet though.

    Godspeed, Sweetums thought, pushing himself off of the bunk and pulling on his tattered peasant shirt. It wasn’t a long walk from his place to Muppet Studios, fortunately.
  4. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    :cry:*Wipes away a tear.* This is truly beautiful. I think you capture the muppet's emotions and characters perfectly, while adding a different, sweeter side to them. Very nice. Richard Hunt would feel.... special and grateful for you doing this, I am grateful for you doing this too. Please post more soon!;)
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  5. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    More story soon? *Pokes with nagging stick*
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  6. ElectricMayhem1 Active Member

    is Janice next?
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  7. Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    More will come after I get my last evil Psych term paper done, which'll hopefully be tomorrow. I'm glad to see that people are enjoying this. :)
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  8. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    I hate term papers. :shifty: Anyhoo, did anyone see the muppets perform with Andrea Bocelli in the christmas special?
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  9. Ozymandias Well-Known Member


    I didn't, actually. I'd love to see that because Andrea Bocelli is an amazing singer. Is it up on Youtube, by any chance?

    Anyways, onto Chapter 3!

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    Chapter 3

    She’s got the look!” Dr. Teeth crooned into the microphone, banging on the keyboard like there was no tomorrow.

    She’s got the look!” Floyd and Janice echoed, their hands looking like blurs over the guitar and bass strings.

    What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl so blue; when everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you!” The entire band raised their voices, save for Zoot, who was busy grooving on the sax, and Animal, who was making those drumsticks fly.

    And I go,” Dr. Teeth sang, and everyone joined in at the “la la la la la, she’s got the look” part. Rowlf temporarily stopped playing to listen. He had to admit, the cover this time around wasn’t half bad. Out of all of the acts performing within the next several weeks, The Electric Mayhem were the strongest, celebrating that their leader, Dr. Teeth, had gotten his voice back after going several months without one, meaning that Floyd and Janice no longer had to sing the lead all of the time anymore. All in all, things were looking up.

    “Ooooooh, fire in the ice, naked to the T-bone is a lover's disguise. Banging on the head drum, shaking like a mad bull, she's got the look.” Dr. Teeth warbled, and Rowlf had to turn away just so that the band wouldn’t see him laughing. The Muppet Show may not have strictly been a kids show, but something told him the lyrics would have to be rewritten somewhat.

    Swaying to the band, moving like a hammer, she's a miracle man…” Dr. Teeth trailed off as he suddenly realized that he and Floyd were the only ones singing. He looked over at Janice, only to see that, though her lips were moving, he couldn’t hear anything. Her microphone can’t be malfunctioning, can it? Over the noise of the instruments, he could see Janice’s hands fly from the guitar strings to her throat, the guitar hanging loosely from the strap around her neck and shoulder.

    “Stop the music!” Dr. Teeth roared, realizing that something was very wrong. Rowlf, having also seen the action, tilted his head to the side, and then leapt off of the piano bench, ready to run over if assistance was needed.

    “Oh come on man, we’d just hit the groove!” Zoot complained loudly, having not noticed Janice’s predicament.

    “No stop! No stop!” Animal roared, hitting a cymbal several times for emphasis. Gonzo peered out of his spot in the left wing onto the stage, wondering what all the commotion was about.

    “Janice?” Floyd said, alarmed. “Janice, what’s wrong?” For the female lead of the band stood there, frozen, struggling desperately to sing, to let out a single note, even to speak a single word. Nothing.

    Animal too, suddenly saw what was wrong as the last sour notes of interrupted musicians died. “Janice! Janice!” He yelled, jumping off of his drummer’s stool. Rowlf started trotting towards them, looking worried.

    Stopping just long enough to take off her guitar and shoving it at the surprised Floyd, who barely had time to make sure it didn’t clatter to the ground, Janice ran towards the right curtained wing, fueled by the sudden panic that engulfed her. She ducked behind the curtain only to run straight into Beaker. The two of them collided in a tangle of limbs and arms, both wildly struggling to keep their balance. By some miracle they stayed upright, with Beaker’s hands clutching Janice’s elbow and shoulder and Janice’s hands holding fistfuls of Beaker’s lab coat. They both tried to speak rapidly to each other, but the silence confirmed both their fears.

    Kermit, Janice thought, we have to go get Kermit. If there was anyone who would be able to confirm any news or tell them what to do in a situation like this, it would be him. As if reading her thoughts, Beaker let go of her and spun around on one heel, ripping the white material from her hands, then grabbed her wrist. The two of them fled in the direction of his office, nearly bowling over poor Bunsen. Dr. Teeth, Floyd and Animal rushed off the stage, with Rowlf, Zoot and Gonzo following closely behind them, and Bunsen fell in with them, wondering why half the theatre had suddenly turned into a madhouse.
  10. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Wonderful!!! Magnifico! yes it's on Youtube, click on the one with the most time amount. :)
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  11. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Poor Janice! Poor Beaker! Poor Scooter! Poor Sweetums! Poor everybody!! More?
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  12. newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Fascinating concept...they're NOT puppets, but can't speak without their originators? Neat. That aside, yes, this is a lovely tribute. I didn't know that about Hunt not being able to move Sweetums...how terribly sad. What a horrible disease, robbing its victims of all enjoyment of normal life before taking them down permanently.

    Your characterizations looks fine to me. Absolutely heartrending. I imagine Kermit will indeed understand and be able to offer them whatever comfort can be had in such a situation. Well done, Ozy.
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  13. Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    Thank you. I really do appreciate all of your guy's reviews, and I'm especially glad to know that my characterization is good so far. One of the things I strive for when I'm writing anything (whether it be fanfiction or original works) is to keep everyone in character, so knowing that makes me happy. :)

    I actually read about Richard Hunt not being able to control Sweetums anymore (though he still recorded his lines) on the Muppet Wiki. It really is sad, isn't it? :(

    I actually had a bit of an idea of Muppets simply collapsing, being void of a Muppeteer's hands or voice whenever one of the Muppeteers unexpectedly pass away, but then I thought that it would get a bit too silly for a tribute, so 'no voices' it was.

    In any case, here's Chapter 4. I'm going to see if I can wrap this up by Christmas, but I don't expect I'll be able to update between now and the 19th because of Finals, Christmas prep and "Grandparents coming to town and using my room" prep.

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    Chapter 4

    “So what do you think?” Fozzie said.

    “Of the whole idea, or just you in general?” Kermit said, looking a bit disturbed.

    “Erm, the whole idea.” I’ve already got a good idea of what he thinks of me…

    “Do you want the truth or a lie?”

    Fozzie grinned. “I think I’ll go with a lie.”

    “It’s absolutely brilliant! Amazing! It’ll bring the house down!”

    Fozzie’s grin melted off his face. “That bad, huh?”

    “And expensive.” Kermit rolled his eyes. “Fozzie, where on earth would we have gotten a
    paratroupe of monkeys and a year’s supply of chocolate coins?”

    “Good point. Ok, how about the Banana Sk—”

    “Seriously, don’t even go there.”

    “Oh c’mon Kermit! You aren’t making this any easier! Umm…how about a transition skit with a character named Segue the Topic Dog?”

    “Hmm… how exactly would that work?”

    “Well, it’d go something like—” The door to Kermit’s office creaked as it swung further open. Fozzie smiled.

    “Oh good, Scooter’s back with coffee!” He said, turning to face Scooter. He froze, as did Kermit upon seeing the boy.

    One hand was gripping the door frame as Scooter stepped across the threshold, his head down, his shoulders slumped. It appeared that some sort of liquid had splashed across the legs of his pants, below the knees, and from the smell of it Fozzie was going to guess it was his coffee. He looked up, and two tears quietly carved a clear path down his face, his mouth tightening into a thin line, trying to keep some semblance of control. The idea that Scooter might’ve badly burned himself crossed Fozzie’s mind for a second. “Scooter? Scooter, what’s wrong?”

    Kermit, on the other hand, guessed correctly, and a wave of empathy flowed over him. Just a short while ago, that had been him, lost, shocked, voiceless, and then the mourning. He was still recovering himself, in some ways. And now, here was Scooter, by all accounts going through the same thing. He was so young…Richard was so young, and oh my glory, Kermit knew that he had been in the hospital over the last few days and that there were complications, but he never imagined things would progress so quickly. Sure, it wasn’t as quickly or unexpectedly as Jim, but the death of a loved one was still and would always be a hard thing to go through, especially the death of one’s voice, the one who gave a Muppet their character and personality, one who breathed in new life each and every single act and single day…

    “Scooter,” Kermit said, stepping forward, beginning to lift his arms. “Scooter, I’m so sorry…”

    The façade shattered. Scooter half ran, half fell forward towards them, his face crumpling, the tears now flowing freely. Kermit grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him as Scooter bent his neck and buried his face into Kermit’s chest. Fozzie realized with a flash of horror and pity what must’ve happened, and he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the both of them as best as he could. Together, the three of them slid to the floor, hitting their knees with a loud thump. Fozzie had the feeling that, had Scooter the ability to make a sound, his silent cry would have been a high, piercing wail. “It’s ok,” he murmured, trying to remember how Ma Bear had soothed him when he was a cub, “It’s ok, you can cry, shhhh…”

    Kermit nodded. He knew his friend’s heart, and at the moment, it was the best they could do.

    And so the three of them were when the door banged open and the entire world seemed to rush in all at once.
  14. We Got Us Active Member

    Oh...my stinking word. My hands are all most shaking to hard to write something here--this is really amazing Osmandyias. Really. Amazing. I hope there's more. Meanwhile, I'm going to go wipe my eyes and listen to some happy music. Wow.
  15. newsmanfan Well-Known Member

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    Lovely.

    And turning from humor to grief so quickly is hard to do...very nice job.
    Segue....love it! Perfect. Even better than the Banana Sketch.
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  16. mbmfrog Active Member

    Dang, this is bring a tear to my eye. I can truly understand what it's like to lose someone close to your heart. It's a pain that can never go away, it may fade away due to time, but it can never truly go away. :o

    Please do keep up the good work upon such a tragic story.
  17. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Wow. I didn't know I'd missed this chapter...Ozy, that was once again, Beautiful. Poor Scooter. I noticed you finished Finals, Congrats!:news: So I wait patiently for more, kay?:drool::jim:
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  18. Ozymandias Well-Known Member

    @ We Got Us, Newsmanfan, mbmfrog and bouncingbabyfig: THANK YOU! :D You have no idea how much your words mean to me, and I really appreciate the comments. Yes, my evil finals are OVER, which means I now have time to write again! Huzzah!

    Segue the Talking Dog and the Talking Dasani are copyright my awesome English 206 class, who had more awesome running jokes than you could shake a stick at. XD I could write an entire book on how awesome that class was.

    And yes, I did coincide this chapter for this to be my 100th post. :) Merry Christmas everyone!

    And now, without further ado, Chapter 4! Enjoy, everybody!

    ******

    Chapter 4

    Beaker and Janice took one look at Scooter and stopped, their eyes widening half in shock, half in realization that this was actually happening. Moments later, they scooted to the side as the rest of the Electric Mayhem, Bunsen, Gonzo and Rowlf all ran into the room at once, jamming in through the door as best they could. Immediately, several voices rose in both query and protest at stomped on toes, and the confusion grew and intensified in Kermit’s small office, not meant to hold this many Muppets at once.

    “Beaker! Beaker, why’d you run off like that? What’s wrong?” Bunsen inquired, stepping forward, but suddenly being yanked back by Gonzo’s hand on his shoulder. Beaker did not respond, and the red-headed scientist seemed to be rooted to the spot. Gonzo shook his head. The blue-nosed whateer-he-was had taken one look at Scooter and had realized what must’ve happened. “Questions can come later.” He hissed into Bunsen’s ear.

    “But Beaker just…”

    “Look, just shut up will you? I’ll explain later.” Bunsen frowned, but fell quiet.

    “Janice? Janice baby, speak to me!”

    “Oh my gosh, I know this.” Dr. Teeth half-muttered, half-wailed. “This is just like Jim all over again.” With Janice’s voice gone, The Electric Mayhem were once again stuck in a vocal rut, but right now that was the least of their worries.

    “What’s wrong with Scooter?”

    “JA-NICE! JA-NICE!”

    “I wish there was something we could do.”

    “Would somebody please tell me what’s going on?” Bunsen asked no one in particular.

    “Out of the way! Move it!”

    Miss Piggy had arrived on the scene, shoving several people aside and was now standing in front of the trio. Her eyebrows soared at the near prone form of Scooter. “Kermie, I demand an explanation for this!” She exclaimed, looking concerned. More Muppets, hearing the din, came running and crowding into the office to see what was happening, and Kermit’s temper was growing shorter. They didn’t need this!

    “Get back…” He muttered, keeping his head down. His arms tightened around Scooter’s shoulders. The boy was barely aware of what was happening around him.

    Fozzie heard him. In a flash, he was up on top of Kermit’s desk, crouched over, searching the desk for something he could—ah! There we go! He straightened, planting his feet precariously on a pile of papers in an authoritative pose, put his fingers to his mouth and let out an ear-piercing whistle. Everyone shut up immediately.

    “Everyone,” Fozzie roared, holding out a half-filled water bottle. “I HAVE THE TALKING DASANI!”

    The Muppets (sans Scooter and Bunsen, who could not blink as he technically had no eyes) simultaneously blinked, looking confused.

    “Only the Muppet with the Talking Dasani Bottle is allowed to speak, and right now, that’s me!” Fozzie said, thrilled that he now had all their attention.

    “But how’s that supposed to—” Floyd asked.

    “IHAVETHETALKINGDASANI!” Fozzie roared, thrusting the bottle forward for emphasis. Floyd shut up, sufficiently cowed.

    “I will now give the Talking Dasani Bottle to Kermit, who will give further instructions.” Fozzie crouched down and handed the bottle to Kermit, who looked grateful and slightly amused.

    “Er, right. Thog, please go and set up the TV on the stage.” A confirmation from the Newsman would be useful. “Janice, Beaker…oh good, Sweetums is here too.” The frog nodded to the lumbering giant who was now framing the doorway. “You guys stay with me for a few minutes. I would like to have a word with you. Everyone else,” Kermit said, looking up at Miss Piggy for emphasis, “Go to the auditorium and take your seats. That means everyone, so spread the word. I’ll meet you guys there in ten minutes.”

    Nobody moved.

    “That’s an order.” The frog said flatly.

    There was a shuffling of feet, and almost everyone filed out, stymied. Fozzie hopped off the desk and gave Kermit a long look, then walked out the door. Beaker was still standing stock still, but Janice had walked over to him and had taken his arm to steady him. Or, at least that’s how she justified it in her mind as the shock slowly changed to grief.

    Rowlf was about to leave, but Kermit cleared his throat. “Rowlf, could you please stay?”

    “Why, sure!” Rowlf said, padding in and standing to attention.

    Kermit nodded to Scooter, whose shoulders were now shaking erratically. “Take him, please.” He said. Rowlf’s nails clicked against the floorboards as he strolled over, gently putting a paw on the lad’s shoulder.

    “Scooter,” he murmured, his voice rough in the silence of the room. “Come on soldier boy, on your feet. We’re still here for you.”

    Scooter paused, then rocked back away from Kermit on his heels and shakily stood to his feet. He swayed for a moment, and Rowlf put one paw on his elbow and another one on his shoulder to steady him. Scooter nodded gratefully, and then stood on Kermit’s right, desperately scrubbing the tears from his cheeks, but to no avail.

    “Sweetums, please shut the door.” Kermit said, scrambling to his feet and brushing the dampness off of his chest. The giant complied. Kermit took a deep breath to clear his mind, then spoke.

    “Now, first of all, I am certain that you have all figured out what has happened. If you haven’t please raise your hand now and I will explain it to you.”

    Nobody moved.

    “Good. I just want to tell you all, right now, that I am so sorry for your loss. It must’ve been a terrible shock to have to find out in such a manner, and I know that you must be in a lot of pain right now. Richard was so loved.” Kermit’s voice caught slightly at that, and he cleared his throat. His sadness could wait. “He was deeply loved, and he will be missed.”

    Beaker nodded, tears welling up in his bulbous eyes.

    “Secondly, welcome to the ‘My Muppeteer Died’ club. I know that might sound a bit crass or harsh,” The frog said as Janice, Beaker and Scooter started. “But hear me out. When my Muppeteer passed away last year, I was devastated, as was Rowlf, The Swedish Chef, Dr. Teeth, Sam, Waldorf and…hang on, am I forgetting anyone?”

    “Link and the Newsman.” Rowlf said.

    “Right, right, thank you. Anyways, what we did to help us through that is give love and support to one another as best we could under the circumstances, and accept it from all others who offered it. One of the things that came out of all of this was the ‘My Muppeteer Died’ club, and that kind of became much more than just a running joke we all originally had, and became our way of dealing with our pain and gaining a sense of closure. We were the founding members, if you will, and now you’ve joined us.

    What I’m saying here, is that we’ve been there, and if you have any questions about your current state, or just need somebody who will understand and who will be there for you or even cry with you, come to any of us. Janice, Dr. Teeth’s been there, and Beaker, Bunsen might not be much help under the circumstances, but the Swedish Chef should be. Scooter, Sweetums, same goes for you guys. You can come to any of us at any time, and under the circumstances, we will make time for you. Also, you have each other.

    Finally,” Here Kermit cleared his throat, and then blinked as he realized he was still holding the Talking Dasani Bottle. Sheepishly, he put it down on the desk. “In the days to come, you may feel lost, scared, like life has lost meaning…and that you are alone.

    Look around you. Look at me, and Rowlf. You are not alone. I can’t say this enough. You are not alone, we truly appreciate every single one of you, and, above all, we love you. You are part of our Muppet family, and we will be there for you.That’s…well, that’s all I have to say, really.” Kermit finished lamely.

    Sweetums stepped forward, and, to Kermit’s surprise, swept Janice and Beaker into his long, hairy arms and beckoned for Scooter to come forward. The boy ran, and within moments the four survivors had fallen together into a group hug, their tears flowing freely. Though his heart broke for them, Kermit couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Maybe…maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

    “When you’re ready,” he said, beckoning to Rowlf, “Come out to the auditorium. We’ll make sure nobody bothers you just yet.”

    Frog and dog left, the door ajar, revealing the four of them, still standing there, their arms around one another.
  19. We Got Us Active Member

    Speechless. Which isn't me forgetting the title of the book, but me not having the words to express how wonderful and bittersweet this story is. PLEASE keep it up.
  20. bouncingbabyfig Well-Known Member

    Oh. Oh thank you Ozy! It reminds how special life is and how we should spend each moment with the people we truly love and care about. Have a merry Christmas. The only thing is, Sam the eagle was performed by Frank Oz if I remember correctly, though I could be wrong...
    :o
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