Oi, you Muppet!
“Wow! London’s changed quite a lot since we were here last time, Kermit!”
Kermit nodded in agreement, as he studied a map. “Okay, Fozzie. Just turn left at the road coming up!”
“Yes, sir! Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Fire away!”
“What kind of interview are we doing anyway? Is it for a magazine or a show…?”
“No, Fozzie. It’s a live interview on Radio One. Some guy called…uh…Chris…um…something-or-other.”
“Mayers?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Moyles?”
“That’s the one! Be careful at the round-a-bout, Fozzie.”
“What? Oh, I hate these things! I can never figure out which lane to take!”
“Relax, Fozzie. Just go on the outside lane and turn left into the first road!”
“Yes sir!”
“Indicators, Fozzie!”
“I knew that!”
They were like this for a few more minutes, the frog giving out instructions and the bear obediently obeying. Everything seemed to be fine until the car came to an abrupt halt.
“Uh-oh!”
Kermit looked up to Fozzie’s paled expression. “What? What was that ‘uh-oh’ for, Fozzie?” he asked, suspiciously.
“Oh, nothing Kermit! I didn’t ‘uh-oh’ for anything!”
“Oh, good!” He went back to his map and then added, “Why aren’t we moving?”
“Well, it may have something to do with that!”
Fozzie pointed to a sign that said, ‘ONE WAY’. Suddenly, Kermit was beside himself.
“WHAT?! Fozzie! We’re on the wrong street!”
“Kermit, please don’t be mad! I was just following your instructions!”
“WELL I AM MAD, FOZZIE!”
“Well, maybe if we got a cab-”
“I TOLD YOU WE DON’T HAVE MONEY FOR A CAB! WHAT, DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BE SPEWING MONEY, FOZZIE?! HUH?!”
Before Fozzie could try to defend himself again, a loud honk made him jump.
“Oi, you Muppet! Get moving! Don’t you know this is a one way street!?”
The two Muppets stuck their heads out to the cab driver behind them.
“Jus-just a second sir! We shouldn’t be too long!”
Admittedly, Fozzie had expected the cab driver to shout some more, which he would not have liked. He didn’t, however, expect to driver to stare him down in rigid shock for about ten seconds, then make a careful U-turn out the other direction, all the while not taking his eyes off the bear.
They sat back down. After an awkward pause, Fozzie spoke.
“What the heck was that all about?”
Kermit shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Apparently when someone calls someone a ‘Muppet’ in London…um….they mean it as an insult.”
Fozzie raised his eyebrows. “Wait? That was meant to be an insult!?”
“Just drive, Fozzie.”
“Yes sir!”