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"Who said that every wish..." - MFC short stories

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Beauregard, Jul 25, 2005.

  1. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    "Who said that every wish, would be heard and answered, when wished on a morning star..."

    Christmas is not here, yet, but for some unexplained reason I woek up in the midle of the night knowing I had to sit down and write a series of short stories of MFC. I guess my brain would not accept that The Newsman was there in the final choir sing. Or that Link had somehow appeared at the farmhouse...Or why Gonzo and the Turkey kept swapping positions during the final song. Well, here they are now, (or shortly) The scenes you didn't see!

    Rating: U

    Story starts in the next post, or thereabouts...
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  2. Effralyo

    Effralyo Active Member

    I already smell the Christmas pudding aroma, Gardik.
    *Hanges around mistletoe branches*
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  3. Skeeter Muppet

    Skeeter Muppet Active Member

    Funny...I have the strangest urge to listen to Christmas music all of a sudden... ;)

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  4. BEAR

    BEAR Active Member

    LOL! I do too. Isn't that strange? Oh man, I wish it was Christmas now.
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  5. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    ....you know, I think I just figured out why I've had Christmas carols stuck in my head lately....

    But please note, poor Beau's thread seems to have been muffined before it could even begin. I know a way to rectify that, though: So Beauregard, where are the stories? You said "now (or shortly)" and that was more than three hours ago! <puppy dog eyes> Please, oh please, could you tell us a story, or two or three or several, please?
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  6. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Story 1 - Wishing for tradition...

    Statler and Waldorf buttoned up their winter coats, and stamped into snow boots. It was time to leave. Outside the snow was piling up, and they were loth to leave the cosy fire-place and head into the cold. Statler looked at Waldorf as he tied a scarf firmly around his neck. "Why, Waldorf, hard to believe we're doing this again."

    "Every year," Waldorf replied. "Goes faster."

    "True, they say if you step outside every Christmas Eve..."

    "You'll freeze," Waldorf said, laughing. He shoved his hand into the pockets of his coat.

    Statler frowned. "And if you click your fingers, then do the same every year, then..."

    "Anyone watching will think you've lost your marbles."



    Statler shook his head. "I was heading for a punch line."

    "Sorry old friend. Speaking of punch..." Waldorf winked. "One more before we head out?"

    "Why not, why not."

    Waldorf ladeled rum-punch into glasses, and they rested in soft chairs and sipped, watching crackling flames burn bright from the fire.

    "Reminds me of old," Waldorf said.

    Statler coughed. "Do you remember your childhood?"

    "Nope. I find it hard enough to remember my nurse."

    "Your nanny?"

    Waldor chuckled. "Nope. The nurse who visited yesterday."

    Statler blinked. "A nurse came yesterday?" Then he laughed. "Had you on for a second there, Waldorf old man."

    "You're a crook!"

    "Well, your a bum."

    "Don't start that again."

    "We should go."

    Wind rattled the windows. "Why?" Waldorf asked.

    "It's...why it's...I don't know...why? Why! We always go."

    "And you know what they say."


    "Neither do I."

    Statler scrunched up his face. "You know, do you remember when we first went to the farm house for christmas?"

    "Some things you never forget."

    "Yeah, like?"

    "I don't remeber. Do, ho, ho...erm...sorry, Statler."

    "I remeber it clearly."


    "Merrily, merrily through the snow, chritmas bells are ringing, merrily here we go..."

    The voice rang out clear as a bell, and the door bell rang clear as the voice.

    Statler got up, grumbling, "More trick or treaters I suppose."

    "Well, Statler, we still have a few tricks for them yet."

    "Such as?"

    "Oh, never mind. Get the door."

    Statler opened the door, and saw a small girl bear with flushed rosey cheaks, and bright eyes. "Merry Christmas, and a happy new year!" the bear said. She grabbed Statlers hand and started pumping. "My name is Emily Bear. I'm on holiday here. Is this your house? In this forsaken valley? I could 'bear' to live here. Wocka, wocka!"

    Statler opened his mouth, but was interupted by Emily continueing. "I'm on holiday with my uncle. But he decided to hibernate. I'm an explorer. And a carol-singer. A bear-of-all-trades." She pushed the door open and stepped into the front door. "Small bungalow, I must say. Oh, look, where's your tree? Don't you have one? I could 'branch' out and cut one down for you as a winter holiday job, for a moment I was 'stumped' for a pun, and thought I'd have to 'leaf' it at that. Wocka, Wocka!"

    Waldorf stepped out of the kitchen with a mug of tea. "Who?" he started.

    "No fire? No tree? No decorations?" Emily Bear skipped across the room, and peeked into the kitchen. "Nope, I thought not. No miseltoe." She pecked Waldorf on the cheack. "Old men simply don't know how to look after themselves. You'd better come to my house for christmas."

    "What, but..." Statler started.

    "But, what..." Waldof finished.

    Emily Bear rushed out the door, and ran back with a branch in her hand, green leaves and red berries adorned it. "Gentlemen, it's my 'holly'day with that you join me."

    And what could they say to that?


    "She grew up, of course," Statler said. "And moved here."

    "And started child'bear'ing," Waldorf added.

    "Yup, and we never missed a christmas, even if we did miss a christmas, do ho ho."

    "You know, Statler...I think she had better puns than us."


    "Oh yes."

    "Oh no!"

    "Oh yes!"

    Statler stood up. "Come on, we better move, old man. Her Fozzie will be home. We can out-pun them both."

    "After all, it's part of the tradition," Waldorf said.




    "What was the punch line?"

    "Oh, um, every year you click, until at my time of life your..." he started to laugh. "Your clicker is faster than..." he laughed harder. "Than your ticker."

    Waldorf frowned. "That's not funny."

    "Yes it is. it's was a good punch line."

    "Speaking of punch..."

    "Oh no, we are leaving now."

    "One more glass?"

    "Oh, alright," Statler grumbled. They headed back to the sitting room.

    Later they arrived, and Emily was at the door waiting. "My two old gentlemen," she smiled. "So nice to see you, but...Watch out for that icey patch."
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  7. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Beau, if you could only see the grin on my face. It's kind of like this :D but bigger. And female. Oh, what a heartwarming tale! I want to give it a hug. I loved all the punch lines! And speaking of punch... <laughs>
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  8. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Well, I was kinda afraid of it actually, because S & W are quite hard to do! Especially at 11:30 at night. But in the end I decided, we've never before seen them in their private homes, they may sound different there anyway.
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  9. Xerus

    Xerus Well-Known Member

    That was a wonderful heart-warming Christmas story, Beau. A fanfic about Waldorf and Statler, who joke with each other, but are dear friends. And Emily Bear's puns were good too. I liked how it connected with the Muppet Family Christmas special. :)
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  10. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    EDIT: It is meant to say: "My 'holly'day wish" not "My 'holly'day with." But I guess you guys figured that.
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  11. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    I love it! Christmas in July! Give us more please!!!!!
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  12. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Yep, Christmas in july...who knew, lol. I'm honestly not sure why I keep writing christmas stories latly...maybe it's just the time of year when the muppets function best...

    Well, coming next, a Fragglish tail! (Tale?)
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  13. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Story 2 - Wishing for friends...

    The celebration of giving was upon them! One of the best times of the year, where they came together as a Fraggle whole and gave gifts one to the other to the other. "And so I am going to pass the Fraggle pebble on to Boober this year," Mokey explained. "What are you going to give, Gobo?"

    Gobo shrugged. They were in the cave of Mokey and Red. Mokey was holding the orange Fraggle pebble and shinning it with a cloth. "Come on now, Gobo. You must have some idea," she said.

    "Yo guys!" a shout came. A whirlwind in red appeared in the doorway. "Yohoo! Oh there you are Mokey! Boy do I have a surprise for you! Yes, I do!"

    "You do?" Mokey smiled. "And what is that, Red?"

    "It's a painting! I did it all by myself, and used the Let-It-Flow technique you taught me. And, it's for you, Mokey. Because you're my best friend. Oh! Hi Gobo."

    "Hi, Red. Can I see that?"

    "Oh, sure. Sure!" She waved the canvas in the air.

    “That looks…nice,” Mokey said.

    “It’s how I feel,” Red said. “See, a little bit excited, the green splash, and a bit dancing! The red, there. And that dribble of blue was an accident, but…”

    “It’s lovely,” Mokey said. She hugged the picture close. “It’s you.”

    A smile nearly split Red’s face in half. “What about you, Gobo? What are you giving, and to who?”

    “Technically, it’s, to whom,” Boober said, poking his head into the cave.

    “Oh Boober!” Mokey exclaimed. “I have a pebble just for you!”


    “Oh yes, and I’ve been polishing it and, it’s…Gobo? Are you alright?”

    Gobo shrugged again. “I guess,” he said. “It’s just…my Uncle Matt.”

    “Oh! Your Uncle Matt!” Red squealed. “He’s always here for the celebration of giving.”

    “Yes, but…” Mokey said.

    Boober frowned. “I don’t see why his coming should disturb you like this, Gobo. Sure, an outside has germ and contagions from Outer Space, but…”

    “Er, people...” Mokey said.

    Wembly’s face appeared next to Boober’s. “It’s time for the annual celebration dance! Let’s go.”

    “Oooh!” Red jumped up and down, and dashed after Wembly. Boober followed. Only Mokey waited with Gobo. “Have you heard from your uncle, Gobo?”

    “He should have been here by now.”

    Mokey wrapped a scarf around her neck. “Have you checked the post cards? He might have written.”


    Gobo stepped out of the Fraggle hole. There was the bin, there was the postcard. There was silence hanging thick over the room. The curtains were drawn. The monster wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Gobo crept to the bin, and lifted out the card. Something fell from the edge onto his foot.

    He lifted it up. “Christmas at the Farmhouse! Rent this farmhouse for Christmas, and have a nice quiet Christmas away from home,” Gobo read. “Curious. Now, let’s see what this post card says…”

    “Dear Nephew Gobo, I have encountered a strange tradition among the silly creatures. It seems in the winter months they take time to make happy the green slender creatures with the many arms. First, the silly creatures do something unusual. They lift the Green Slender Creature onto their shiny-wheeled beasts, and lead them back to their homes. Once there, they take the Green Slender Creature into their homes, and laden it with beautiful jewellery. Finally they place all manor of gifts at the Green Slender Creature’s feet as some kind of offering. It appears the creature is then so happy by this procedure that it simply glows with joy, and twinkles with happiness. I tried to initiate this ritual, with a green slender creature, but in my absent-mindedness I mistook a silly creature in a green coat for the much more intelligent Green Slender Creatures. Your Uncle, Travelling Matt”

    “Hm, cool,” Gobo said, then noticed. “P.S. I will not be back for the Celebration of Giving. As I am exploring the winter behaviour of the creatures known as Snowmen at a farmhouse. Tata! Matt.”


    “So, Boober, this Fraggle pebble is for...”

    “I’m gunna need your help,” Gobo exclaimed.

    They turned to him. “Where’ve you been?” Red asked. “You’re missing all the fun.”

    “Yes, and I was just giving Boober his gift,” Mokey added.

    Gobo held up a piece of paper. A farmhouse was on its cover. “I think my Uncle is here.”


    “It could be,” Gobo said.

    “I don’t know about this,” Mokey said. “I mean, it seems very dangerous.”

    “But, Mokey, it’s my only chance to spend the celebration with my Uncle.”

    Red held up her hand. “I’m going.”

    “You are?” Wembly stuttered. “I mean, you are! Gobo, me too. I think... What do you think Boober?”

    “I think…ahh, these dances are no fun anyway. Just, don’t let Sidebottom hear me saying that.”

    “The majority has callen,” Mokey said. “I shall certainly join this epic quest for reunion with…guys, wait for me!”


    “These caves are creepy!”

    “What if we get split up!”

    “Wow, look at those amazing stalactites.”

    “Guys, I think it’s this way.”

    “I’m jut gunna run ahead a bit!”

    “Wait up.”

    “What if we get split up????”

    “Shh, I think I heard something,” Mokey said.

    “A voice,” Boober agreed. “Let’s hide.”

    “Yeah, guys, split up,” Gobo said.

    Wembly gulped.

    And then they came. Two strange…green…frogs?


    “Pass it on,” Wembly hummed.

    “It’s no use,” Red said. “We’ve gone around this cave for hours, in circles.”

    “You know what is interesting about circles?” Mokey said. “They never have an ending. They are like a metaphor for…oh, Gobo…I think we are lost.”

    “Worse, we are back in the same place we were before. Where we met the forgs.”

    “That’s frogs,” Boober corrected.

    “Whatever,” Gobo said, mad at once. “We still haven’t found my uncle, and…” He stopped, and sighed. Then heard a sound, music echoing from above.

    “What’s that?” Red chirped.

    “It’s pretty!”

    “Let’s see, hey,” Gobo said.

    Together they the way the frogs had come. They came out into a cellar. Red’s eyes went wide. “Wow, it’s so exciting!”

    “And contagious,” Boober said.

    Up the steps they went, and out into a room…it was beautiful…so many people. Gobo smiled, then remembered. Here he was with so many strange and wonderful creatures, but his Uncle…was…Right there! Gobo had made it! He’d found the farmhouse, Found Doc, and Sprocket, and Uncle Matt.

    Uncle Matt turned his head. The snowman was outside, it was too cold for Matt out there, and too hot for the snowman in here. And there…right in front of him, was his Nephew Gobo.


    Together they walked back along the Fraggle Tunnels. Red run ahead with Wembly, Mokey walked behind with Boober. Gobo and Uncle Matt walked hand in hand. “And what did you give this celebration, young fraggle?” Uncle Matt asked.

    “I gave…I was too worried about you to give anything,” Gobo admitted.

    “But you gave something,” Uncle Matt said. “Young Fraggle, you gave me a smile. And that was all I wanted this celebration.”

    “And, Uncle Matt. All I wished for this celebration, was you…”
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  14. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh I hug this story! Oh! It makes me all happy and twinkly inside!
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  15. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Wow! I loved it, I don't think words could express how much I loved this installment!

    Beautifully put! Shouldn't this be what Christmas is all about? (Well, ok, giving ceremony for Fraggles, but anyway...). I can't wait to see what's next.
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  16. Xerus

    Xerus Well-Known Member

    Once again, Beau. You've written another great fanfic that takes place during that Xmas special. :) I liked how Uncle Matt studied the habits of the green slender creature. Very Christmassy. :)
  17. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member

    Hehe! Glad you liked that postcard! I have to pop the special in before writing the next, which is either about Link and the Newsman, or about Gonzo...
  18. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    Well, whichever you decide on, I'll be waiting impatiently for the next installment....
  19. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    ...I'll be waiting impatiently for the next installment...
  20. Beauregard

    Beauregard Well-Known Member


    Ok...I'll get on it, tomorrow, hopefuly. A story about Gonzo and christmas, and discontinuality between Gonzo being in the final sing-siong and not being there. (Go ahead and check your copies! Don't take my word for it.)

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