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Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by WebMistressGina, Aug 18, 2012.
Omg, more please!
Lo! So, I know I stated that I would be updating the diva's adventures on the weekend, but as I now have nothing else better to do with my time during the week, I've been working on this and that of MPP. And as I worked on this latest chapter, the longer it got, so I'm gonna split this up. Here's the first part and the next one will be on the weekend.
The 'stuff' as they say is about to hit the fan.
Det. Day sat at his desk, early Monday morning, going over the little evidence they did have in regards to the museum robbery and the theft of the Rheingold Ruby. The blue Muppet always tried his best to be objective about the people he was investigating, however there were times in which the writing was clearly on the wall.
The Muppet detective wasn’t going to ignore the very clear signs that Muppet co-stars Gonzo the Great and Miss Piggy were hiding and nervous about something the last time he had seen them. Perhaps it was their presence, given the two’s history with the law, but he just couldn’t shake the possibility that they knew something that the police didn’t.
So to ease his mind, he asked one of his beat cops to find out what exactly those two were up to. And it wasn’t good.
Marky had reported to him on Saturday night that the two Muppets had been in one of the offices of the studios for about fifteen, twenty minutes. It certainly wasn’t anything to be worried about, however it was the report from Daniels yesterday that made him think something weird was going on.
Having two people who should have been completely unrelated to this particular crime, visit the very museum and exhibit where the gem had been stolen could have been a coincidence, if it wasn’t for the very mounting evidence that was clearly stating that it wasn’t.
As Monday turned to Tuesday then Wednesday, Day was starting to find more and more things that were turning this case around to a point even he hadn’t foreseen. Never wanting to just leave things as is, Day did his checking and checking and rechecking again and yet, things didn’t seem to be looking any different.
Thursday morning saw Day once again at his desk, looking up as his partner walked by and took a seat across him at his own desk.
“Got some new leads on this jewel heist,” Day began.
“Me too,” Chesney replied. “Just got word that the German officials aren’t too happy that we lost their ruby; they said they were calling in the feds if they didn’t see some results in the next couple of days.”
“Well, we’re in luck,” Day said, shoving two folders across to the younger Muppet. “I had Marky and Daniels trail our two Muppet racers over the weekend.”
“You put a tail on ‘em?”
“Something about the way they were acting when we first questioned them,” Day continued. “So I did some background checking. I mentioned before that these two aren’t strangers to Johnny Law, so I didn’t exactly put that against them. Check out the file on your left.”
Doing as he was told, Hollertz picked up the manila folder, one he easily identified as belonging to the Great Gonzo. It was a dossier on the blue creature, tracing some of the stunts he had pulled and even included some of his rap sheets.
“You remember when we checked out the museum?” Day asked, causing his partner to nod. “We were trying to figure out how the thieves got in, right? Laser rope on the floor and mid-range in the room should have allowed them to trip the alarm right?” Nodding towards the folder Chesney’s hands.
“Check out one of the stunts the Great Gonzo did in his early career.”
Chesney flipped through some of the papers, before reaching the listings of the stunts that the daredevil had done. His eyes widened when he got to the one Day must have been speaking of. “He once did a stunt where he juggled bowling balls, with a sword on his nose, on a tightrope, over laser security beams?!?”
Day nodded. “I’ve seen footage from his acts,” the detective replied. “He’s a pretty surefooted guy, agile, obviously doesn’t mind taking chances.”
Chesney looked at the elder officer. “You think he was involved?” he asked, conspiratorially. “But…but he’s like a big star! Why would he need to steal a ruby?”
“I thought about that,” Day said. Nodding again to the folder in the younger Muppet’s hand, he continued with, “Keep reading. So the Muppets break up in the early 2000s and Gonzo heads back to plumbing; he was actually so good, he managed to build a huge fortune on it. Unfortunately for him, when asked to return, he blows up his company.
“As in, he detonated it from ground to roof. There was nothing left.”
“So you think he stole the jewel in order to rebuild his plumbing company?”
“Not so extreme,” Day replied. “But I do think he lost tons of money in that explosion. While the Muppets are pretty big, it could take them years to make the kind of money Gonzo made as a plumber, especially when you consider that you’re splitting that with, what? A hundred, a thousand employees?
“I may not know the guy personally, but I do know that one of the top reasons for murder is that of money.”
“Whoa,” the officer whispered. “I can’t believe he would do that. He seems like such a nice guy. Crazy, but nice.”
“It’s a theory, Chez,” Day chuckled. “But a fairly good one. Let’s check out that show of theirs this Sunday; I’d like to bring him in for more questioning.”
The start of the week was a rather normal one for the Muppets. The normal week for them usually started on Mondays, usually with the Monday morning meeting that featured the ‘heads’ of several departments. It was a chance to do an overview of the show from the previous night, along with coming up with additional ideas for acts in the upcoming show.
It was such a routine week that Kermit the Frog was lulled into a false sense of security.
The last two weeks had been a merry-go-round of legalese and technicalities that he was actually looking forward to the normalcy that a show afforded him. And in thinking that – that the Muppet Show was normal – he knew something was wrong with him. Kermit never liked having to get into a legal battle, especially when it was on behalf of the rest of the group.
He meant what he had told Piggy; he knew she and Gonzo held no malice in sticking up for each other at the end of that race and it was clear – to him anyways – that La Chance had clearly run into the daredevil on purpose. What bothered him was this whole jewel robbery thing that had seemingly marched its way into his office and mindset.
Now Kermit may have been from the South, but he was certainly far from being naïve. He had known both the diva and the stuntman for decades and in all that time, he knew two things for sure. One, they were not criminals in any sense of the word and two, they were hiding something from him. He had definitely picked up that the two weren’t saying something when they were being interviewed for the police and their mannerisms clearly screamed that as well.
And if Kermit had noticed it, he was almost sure the police had noticed it too.
He hoped, he really really hoped, that this was something minor, that perhaps they may have seen something suspicious or maybe they were told to keep silent, but he hoped that it wasn’t what was immediately coming to mind.
No, no, they were definitely not involved in this.
Why? What insignificant reason could they have had to actually steal a gem?
Contrary to police belief, the Muppets were not destitute beings that could barely scrape by; they were actually doing pretty good, thanks in part to their latest movie and the return of the Muppet Show. As a group, they were okay. As for the particular individuals on his mind, oh, they were okay too.
Piggy may have been diva-ish, but she was smart about her money. If she hadn’t been, she wouldn’t have had the money to build them a house and then make her way to Paris. And while in Paris, she was the editor of one of the premium fashion magazines in the world. And added to that, she had not only made a name, but a little spare cash if you will by being a model.
No, Piggy certainly didn’t need the money.
Gonzo may have been crazy, toeing the line of insane and committable, but he’d always had a good head on his shoulders. The stuntman had always saved up money with his plumbing start-up and he continued to do so even as a regular cast member of the Muppets. And then when they had split up, he had gone on to be one of the richest plumbing magnates in the world.
And even if Gonzo was ever tempted to just, say, blow up his company that was worth over a billion dollars, his longtime girlfriend Camilla knew how to ensure that some of that money wasn’t lost.
No, Gonzo didn’t need the money either.
So why were they acting so suspiciously?
Could…could there be something going on between them?
As soon as he thought it, Kermit quickly wiped the idea away. Ridiculous! Piggy had made it known from the very beginning that she only had eyes and heart for him and even if Gonzo had fancied himself a potential suitor, the weirdo had also been aware that Piggy was a one-frog woman.
True, they certainly got along better than they had in the past, but they certainly wouldn’t…
Shaking his head again, Kermit pushed the thought from him. He trusted Piggy and he trusted Gonzo and he trusted the two of them to be together without worry. But even as he told himself there was nothing odd about their sudden interest in spending time and doing things together, his heart gave a little twinge of doubt.
Sunday night was a new Muppet show and one that Det. Day and Office Hollertz wanted to see. Commercials for the show stated the return of Miss Piggy and the Great Gonzo back to the stage and Day would be lying if he wasn’t interested in what their acts would be.
Day carried with him the second folder he had shown to Chesney earlier in the week, with plans on showing it to the de facto leader and director. He didn’t like having to go this route, but they weren’t making it any easier. Inquiries into how their case against La Chance was going got road blocked and trying to get any information from their lawyers wasn’t working either.
He and Chesney bought their tickets like regular show goers, however they sat near the back so that they could make a quick exit. Day didn’t want to make things difficult, so he hadn’t bothered to call in back up; all he wanted was to inform Kermit the Frog what his plans were and then he was going to politely ask that the Great Gonzo come downtown with them.
He was fairly sure it would be routine and nothing would get crazy, but sometimes, you never knew.
For Chesney, this was actually a great treat for him, despite being on the job. He had never been to a live show before, certainly not one starring actual live celebrity performers; the closest he had ever gotten was seeing one on PBS through his grandmother’s small television set.
Both had of course seen the Muppet Show, on television, but never live. From what others had said, it was just as weird and wild in person as it appeared to be on TV, though the live audience couldn’t actually see what happened behind closed doors this time. The opening began as they were familiar with, with Kermit the Frog sticking his head out of the ‘O’ in the word ‘Show’ and announcing that week’s guest star.
The sign went up and four monsters walked out to signal the weekly procession through the white arches. The women of the Muppets came through from stage left, singing the first lines of their infamous theme song and then the men came in through stage right. They of course told the audience that it was time to get things started and the audience obediently answered back, “Why don’t you get things started?”
And things did indeed get started.
Kermit did the opening monologue and introduction before raising the curtain to a bunch of penguins who did a song and dance about the nightlife. It was followed by several acts, which ironically were entertaining, even if they made no sense what so ever. Finally, the very act that Day and Hollertz had come to see was on stage.
The Great Gonzo and Miss Piggy stood on stage, accepting the applause that was clearly welcoming them back after a two week hiatus. Gonzo was dressed smartly in a dark three piece suit, while Piggy was dressed handsomely in a feminine version of a ringleader’s attire, completed by the black top hat that sat stylishly on her head.
“Thank you,” Gonzo began. “Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, weirdoes and freaks of all ages…you’re probably wondering why I’m dressed like this and why the beautiful and talented Miss Piggy is assisting me tonight. It’s very simple – we lost a bet.
“But! Never let it be said that the Great Gonzo is impeded by such notions as inability, hindrance, or clothing!”
“This ain’t that kinda show,” Piggy muttered.
“I know that,” the daredevil insisted. “We’re not in Europe.” Back to the audience, he continued with, “For tonight’s feat, I will be riding this unicycle while juggling the very set of sharp and dangerous swords that Miss Piggy is showcasing to you now. But that’s not all!”
“It’s not?” asked one of the elderly gentlemen in the above balcony.
“You know Gonzo doesn’t do anything unless there’s a threat to his life,” replied the second gentleman. Looking down at the stage, he asked, “Is there a threat? Are you planning on dying?”
“I never plan on dying,” the weirdo huffed. “But look who my assistant is; my chances of dying have upped themselves 50%!” Once again, turning back to the audience at large, the daredevil signaled for the curtain behind them to be raised. Once it had, a strange obstacle course of sorts seemed to be set up behind them.
“Behind me, you’ll see a ramp that leads up to a high wire,” he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to juggle sharp and dangerous swords, while riding a unicycle, while simultaneously and at the same time ride my way up to the top and then to the other side of the high wire!”
The audience applauded as he got himself ready to get on the unicycle. “Oh,” he replied. “Did I mention that all of that stuff would also be on fire?”
That of course gave way to thunderous applause. “Thought that would get you.”
Gonzo walked over to Piggy, nodding to her. “Remember,” he whispered. “In the hand, nowhere else.”
“Just get on the cycle.”
In the audience, both Day and Chesney watched in horrified amusement. It was no secret that Gonzo held a no holds barred approach to doing any kind of stunt and looked as though the fans he acclaimed were either very enthused by his crazy stunts or they were the types of fans who would only be satisfied when he hurt himself.
They watched as the daredevil accepted sword after sword, juggling them high in air, all while riding a one wheeled transportation vehicle. True to his word, Gonzo maneuvered himself towards the first upwards ramp and started up. When he had gotten halfway, Miss Piggy did her assistant duty and lit it on fire.
She only needed to do it once, as the daredevil had planned ahead, making a long trail of gasoline up the ramps and the high wire.
It was a testament to either his incredibly daring or his incredible stupidity that he was able to keep ahead of the fire and actually managed to reach the other side, perfectly intact. The crowd was quite surprised and happy, as it was in rare form when Gonzo actually managed to finish an act and to do so without hurting himself.
“Wow!” Chesney exclaimed! “Did you see that? Whoa, that Gonzo, huh?”
“Yes,” Day nodded, clapping politely. “The guy has daring, I’ll definitely give him that. You stay here and enjoy the show, I’ll be right back.”
Patting the younger officer on the shoulder, he said, “Yeah. Enjoy your first theater performance. Meet me backstage when it’s over.”
Day went past his partner and headed towards the exit. Not wanting to really draw any attention to himself or the reason he was there, he went out normally through the front entrance, instead of taking a more direct route to the backstage area. Instead, he went outside and walked around the building until he reached the stage door.
I think something's gonna happen, and it won't be nicey nicey...
TGIF party peeps! So things are looking up for your one and only WMG! I scored three phone interviews! Yay! Keep your fingers cross cause, I do not like not having money. And because I'm in such a good mood, here's more of Miss Piggy and Gonzo! This chapter was getting long, so I broke it up, but the bits are still gonna hit the fan, so you know...duck.
Prepping for a show was always a test of patience, tolerance, and the control to stop oneself from calling the local mental hospital to come cart the crazies away. Kermit was in the unique position of being able to do that and had been doing it for several years, with an odd amount of success.
He was happy to say that he hadn’t committed anyone yet, though some could say the argument of Animal being in anger management therapy was a bit like committing him, but that was neither here or there. On this Sunday, Kermit couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
Underneath it all, he just really wanted to see Piggy. Their schedules pretty much aligned with each other, however they were also careful not to spend too much time together, lest they start getting on each other’s nerves. Again. But because of this latest episode of Miss Piggy’s Wild Adventures, they had both been trying to run interference and that meant he hadn’t seen her as much as he would’ve liked. As per usual, he of course managed to beat the diva to the theater, but he had noticed her come in earlier and almost immediately, Gonzo had spotted her first.
The frog wanted to be objective, wanted to be fair and just kept telling himself that there wasn’t anything unusual going on with the two of them and that it was perfectly normal for those two to be standing off to the side and handling swords. The sword part of course was a bit suspect – he couldn’t remember okaying that – but it was inconsequential to what his real feelings were.
He was jealous.
Oh, he had been jealous of Piggy’s flirtatious nature before, when he had tried to deny anything other than professionalism between them. And he could admit, secretly, that there had been times in their early days if there may have been something brewing between her and Rowlf and certainly Scooter’s infatuation with her hadn’t escaped his eye, but he had never really truly considered Gonzo a romantic threat.
He had made up his mind that morning that he was going to get to the bottom of this, once and for all and hopefully, go home with the girl that night. So he made his way up to her dressing room, the only one in the entire theater that actually had a star on it, conveniently denoting that it was, of course, the star of the leading lady.
Knocking on the door, he waited to hear her consent for him to enter. Opening and closing it behind him, Kermit wasn’t at all surprised to see Piggy dolling herself at her vanity. As a frog and a male one at that, he could and would never understand why it took a woman hours to get ready for something that would likely take thirty minutes to an hour to complete.
But being said frog and a male one at that, Kermit couldn’t state that he didn’t enjoy the end result.
“Bon jour, mon cher.”
“Good morning, Piggy,” he replied, taking his normal position of leaning against the side of her vanity.
In the past, he had tried to do his best in keeping a strict professional atmosphere between them when they were working, however it was also one of the reasons their relationship had been so strained. This time around, he did tend to let their personal lives into the theater; they weren’t exactly trying to keep this a secret, if the comments of marriage from just about everyone were to go on.
“Something I can do you for, Mon Capitane?”
Kermit shrugged. “Actually,” he began. “Wanted to know if there was anything new going on with you. Hadn’t seen you for a while.”
Piggy turned a devastating smile and a batting of her blue eyes on him before patting his leg. “Aw,” she cooed. “It seems like the frog cares.”
“I don’t care,” said frog huffed. “Just used to you is all.”
The diva chuckled. “Other than a small tussle in a race, Moi can sadly say that nothing of interest has been happening,” she replied. “What’s going on with vous?”
Again, the frog shrugged. “Nothing really,” he murmured. “Haven’t seen my girlfriend in a while. Sorta lame, really.”
“The frog really does care!” the diva giggled, standing and delivering a kiss to his green cheek, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“I might care a little,” he groused, though happily accepting the first and second kisses that grazed his cheek.
This was the little game they played, though now it really was more friendly than hostile. He was good at playing the reluctant boyfriend to her amorous admirer; it’s what made their on screen personas work well together and in all honesty, they were quite well trained at it.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer to gaze at her. They were performers, that part was most certainly true, however when they weren’t in front of a camera or an audience, they could just be regular people on the street. He had once written that Piggy could talk tough, but deep inside, she as sweet and vulnerable as she could pretend to be.
And no one knew that better than him.
Looking at her, he desperately wanted to believe that nothing was going on and that whatever the police wanted, they had found and wouldn’t need to be coming back. And he most certainly believed that there was nothing going on between Piggy and Gonzo other than friendship that had lasted for decades.
“If you had something to tell me,” he began. “You would, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would,” she chuckled. “Just like you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
Sending her a smile, he said, “Of course, darlin’. You know I would.”
“You sure everything’s okay?”
Seeing the worry etched in her face, he gave her a slight squeeze. “Just got a lot of things on my mind,” he said.
“Oh, I have a couple of things on my mind, too,” she smirked.
Kermit chuckled. “Hold that thought,” he said, matching her look. “We got a show to get through first. Later, however…”
Releasing him, she couldn’t help but chuckle once more, before taking a seat back in her chair. “Moi will keep that in mind.”
“You do that,” he said, heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later, darlin’.”
Gonzo had gotten to the theater fairly early, much earlier than he would normally arrive on a Sunday, even when he had an act in the show. Like Kermit, not hearing anything from the police for nearly a week was starting to make him a bit paranoid. He had thought long and hard over the previous week, finding himself conflicted in what he should do next.
As promised, the only people who were aware of the ruby were himself, Piggy, and Dr. Teeth and to his knowledge, none of them had made any mention of it. He had been okay in trying to find out who might be trying to frame him, but at this point he was getting really nervous. His conversation with Piggy about there being more than one thief in this heist and that there was a very strong possibility that they might be thinking he had and knew about said ruby was starting to get to him.
He understood Piggy’s arguments, he really did! Being caught with that ruby by the police would spell more trouble than it was worth and he didn’t want that, not on himself, not on Camilla, and certainly not on Kermit and the rest of the Muppets. But on the flipside, being questioned by the police would be nothing if say the thieves knew he had the jewel. He didn’t want them to come finding him or worse, someone who had nothing to do with this and trying to break them into talking.
He didn’t want any of that to happen.
But tossing and turning around at night did nothing for him. He missed his little chick and with everything that had gone on with this race and this jewel theft, he hadn’t a chance to call and just listen to her talk, which was really all he wanted at the moment.
So he did what he normally did when he couldn’t sleep and that was head to the theater to get some work done. And in this case, it was working on his next act, one that would kill two birds with one stone. Luck was at least on his side that morning, as the very person he needed for this showed up in all her glory.
“Piggy!” he exclaimed, motioning her over to where he stood off to the side. “So glad you’re here, I need your help for a minute.”
“You need a lot more help that I can afford to give,” was her retort, but she said it as she walked over.
He already had his equipment set up on a small table, a medium sized case sat on it, while his unicycle was leaned up against the adjoining wall. “I’m hoping to settle that bet we had,” he continued.
“Neither of us won,” she said, confused. “Well, that is to say that clearly, Moi won, but obviously the judges were blind…”
“Exactly,” he said. “So I’d like to state this as a tie, meaning I will do my latest stunt…wearing a three piece suit.”
“Okay,” she murmured. “What am I doing?”
“Something simple,” he replied. “As my assistant for the evening, I’m going to need you to throw these at me.” Opening the case revealed a seven set of steel and possibly very sharp swords within. Piggy couldn’t help but reveal something of her own, that of a smile and a wicked gleam in her eyes.
“Into my hands,” the daredevil insisted, knowing exactly what the diva was thinking. “Please try to avoid throwing them at my head or heart. Or tire.”
“Spoilsport,” she quipped. “I assume this is all part of an act that is dangerous and incredibly stupid?”
“Of course,” he said, smirking. “Why else would I do it?”
During the Sunday performance, there was always a bouncer of sorts that made sure people who were supposed to be backstage were actually backstage. Tonight’s greeter was that of one Robin the Frog. Robin was Kermit’s nephew and was certainly no stranger to working the show that helped to make his uncle and honorary aunt (and by association, other uncles) famous.
Robin, who was normally in Mississippi with his parents during this time of year, was for the undecided moment, currently living with his uncle and honorary aunt. He wasn’t the same five year old that had first come to the Muppet Show; ten years had passed and he was now an upbeat teenager, who found himself working for his uncle’s company once again.
“Hey there,” he greeted the officer. “Can I help you?”
“Det. Day of the Pasadena Police Department,” the officer replied, showing his badge to the young frog. “I’m looking for Kermit the Frog.”
“Oh!” Robin exclaimed, before taking a deep breath. You would’ve had to be under a rock not to have heard about what happened at the race Piggy and Gonzo were at. He could only assume that the detective was there for that, however he couldn’t really explain why he needed to speak to his uncle and not his aunt. “He…uh…he should be backstage somewhere,” he began. “Um…usually, if you can’t find him, you should snag Scooter.”
Day nodded. “His assistant, right?” he asked, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket. “Andrew Grosse?”
Robin nodded quickly. “That’s him.”
Day continued on his way backstage, seeing that the chaos he and Chez had walked into a few weeks earlier was nothing compared to the chaos that was happening now. There were a few acts just hanging about – he heard, rather than saw the door to one of the upstairs dressing rooms close - while the daredevil was standing with a light brown bear – the comic, if Day remembered correctly – trying to access if his suit had gotten singed.
The assistant, Grosse, was speaking to a slim Muppet with a brighter shock of red hair than the manager had. Said manager appeared to be losing in this fight, as the taller red head kept shaking his head and making strange meep sounds in what seemed like a protest. Kermit for his part was speaking with a darker brown dog – the pianist – before seeing the detective.
“Detective Day,” he greeted. “This is a…pleasant surprise. Um, Rowlf, this is Det. Day; detective, Rowlf, our very own pianist.”
“Pleasure,” Day nodded. Turning to Kermit, he asked, “Could I speak with you? In your office?”
If there was one thing that police were trained to do, it was seeing and knowing when a person knew that the jig was up. To anyone else, it may have seemed that the frog didn’t seem to flinch, but Day saw it; to him, it almost looked as the very green tint of the frog’s coloring drained from his face.
“Of course,” he stumbled, before clearing his throat. To the dog he said, “Rowlf, why don’t you give Scooter a hand with Beaker and you know? Keep an eye on things as best as you can.”
“No problems, Kermit,” the pianist replied, giving his friend a pat on the back before heading towards the page and the beaker person.
Kermit motioned towards his office, allowing Day to head there before him, which allowed the frog to close the door behind him. Day took the same seat he had previously, while watching as Kermit took his own seat behind the desk. “How can I help?” he asked. “To be honest, I actually didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Well, Mr. The Frog,” the detective began. “I also didn’t think we’d be meeting like this, but sometimes…anyway, my partner and I have been working this on every angle and, we’ve come across a few things that led us back here.”
“I can’t imagine why,” the frog chuckled, a bit nervously. “What would we have to do with all this?”
“Well, now there lies the question, doesn’t it?” Day asked, opening the folder he had been holding all night long. “How much do you trust your wife, Mr. The Frog?”
It was a verification of Kermit’s stance in the matter that he not only answered the detective immediately, but he also didn’t make any correction on the officer’s assumption of his relationship with Piggy.
“And your stuntman?” the detective continued. “Rumor has it he’s one of the Muppets’ founding members.”
“That’s right,” Kermit said. “Detective, are you going somewhere with this?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” Day said.
He stood and dropped the open folder on Kermit’s desk, allowing for a few of the photos taken by Daniels to spill out. To Kermit, they were just pictures of Gonzo and Piggy seemingly having a good time, somewhere. Where, he didn’t know and he was frantically racking his brain in the last few days of where they could’ve been.
To Day, they could of course just be pictures of two people hanging out at a museum and he knew Daniels hadn’t manipulated the photos to make a bigger deal than it was, however by the look on the frog’s face, he must have been thinking the same thing the detective was implying.
“Sometimes,” Day whispered. “The people we trust the most can turn on us, betray us, lead us into things we might not want to do. I’m appealing to you as an upstanding citizen, a person who takes an interest in the education of our children, and who has done more for them than, well anyone I can think of.
“I’m appealing to your overall sense of justice, Mr. The Frog. I think it’s safe to say that we both know something is going on here between these two; now whether they’re in this robbery together or perhaps they’re being less of the friends you knew, there is something here. And it’s my job to find out what that might be.”
“What exactly are you suggesting?”
“I need to speak further with Gonzo,” Day stated. “I know neither of us wants there to be a scene, but that’s what needs to be done.”
Kermit, however reluctantly, nodded. “You won’t have any problems with Gonzo,” he said. “I’ll promise you that.”
Day gathered up the photos and placed them back in the folder before clutching it tightly under his arm. He nodded to Kermit before turning and heading for the door, preparing to leave, however Kermit’s tone – rather than his voice – was what stopped him. From all he knew about the undisputed leader of the Muppets, it was that Kermit kept his emotions under a tightly wounded coil that usually just needed a light to ignite.
However, from memory, Day couldn’t remember the frog being as serious as he was now.
“I trust Piggy,” he said. “And I trust Gonzo. And I trust that whatever you think is going on has a reasonable explanation.”
Nodding, Day replied, “For your sake and theirs, Kermit, I hope you’re right.”
*Appreciates the new ficness. *Needs to know what happens next after Det. Day's talk with Kermit. *Applauds the frog's conviction of his fellow Muppet founding five. Please, post more when possible.
What happens afterwards?
Well, don't wanna give away spoilers, but....
Kermit takes the fall for Gonzo, despite not knowing anything about the crime. Det Day, sympathetic to the frog's plight, takes pity on him during a high speed chase in an old, worn out resovoir.
Piggy and Gonzo are, of course, having an affair, which of course begs the question of how much did the two of them really know about the heist?
I am of course kidding. None of that happens. Seriously. None of it. However -
Will Gonzo come along peacefully?
Will Piggy finally fess up to Kermit?
Does Det. Day truly think the pig and the weirdo are having an affair?
Will La Chance get his chance and get the ruby back?
Did Chesney enjoy the show?
Is the ruby enjoying itself in Kermit's forbidden stash?
Will some of our audience get this television reference?
This and more on the next SOAP!
Oh boy oh boy oh boy boy!
Hee! Got the reference! One of my all time faves! Still giggle hysterically thinking of Bob in the refrigerator.
Happy post-Thanksgiving, everybody! Hope everyone enjoyed their Turkey day; I'm sure a good many of you are still suffering from turkey-itis, so here's a little Motocross to tied you over till lunch or dinner today!
The end of the show ended the present Sunday and while the rest of the troupe were all heading out, the end of another successful performance riding on with enthusiasm, there was also a heightened level of tension for some of those cast members.
Det. Day and Officer Hollertz had stopped by to watch the show, however there was an ulterior motive for them actually stopping by; they were there to take one of the Muppets into custody. Day didn’t want to state it that way, but that was exactly what they were there for. Perhaps it was for nothing, maybe they were jumping the gun and their guy had nothing to do with any of this.
But in order to rule out the possibility, they needed to him down to the station for further questioning.
And Day had gotten the go ahead from the boss.
There were of course a couple of Muppets wondered why the extra folks were backstage, but ultimately most of them hardly noticed; there were of course those who had seen the two before and were wondering why the fuzz was there, but ultimately, they figured they were there for the show and nothing else.
And then there were the Muppets who not only knew the officers, but knew the probable reasons as to why they were there.
Especially when you see one leaving your boss’ office.
Though Rowlf wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, he knew how to read people and he was reading a lot of stress. Scooter always managed to know and see more than the rest of them, even before he had been appointed as the boss’ assistant; perhaps it was borne through his days as a go-fer, where he had learned to be there just as someone needed him.
The page’s eyes had been turned on the detective almost as soon as the pianist had informed him that the police Muppet was there.
Gonzo, who had seemingly been unaware of the officer being there, had something akin to police radar because the dog could smell his anxiety from where he stood, a good ten feet away.
Piggy, who was coming down from her dressing room, turned a surprised eye towards the detective when she saw him. “Why, Det. Day,” she replied. “What a pleasant surprise! Did you see the show?”
“I did, Miss Piggy,” Day said, nodding in her direction. “A great performance.” Turning a side-glance towards the frog, he added, “A stellar performance, actually, and one that I’m sure you utilize quite well.”
Kermit turned a glare towards the Muppet and it wasn’t hard to see that the frog was not only agitated, but angry as well.
Rowlf had known the power couple for years, he had seen them make up, and break up more times than a child drops and glues a plate back together. Just as he could tell the frog wasn’t amused by the detective’s comments, he could easily tell that Piggy’s apprehension also seem to rise just as high as Gonzo’s did.
Gonzo already knew something was up the first time he had seen Det. Day walk through the back entrance, which was one reason why he had quickly snagged Fozzie to thoroughly compliment him on his stage act. He knew he probably should have been upfront with his best friend bear, but he had to admit that fear was controlling his actions.
It was only made worse when he had turned to see to Day leaving Kermit’s office, with the frog following in his wake, and the storm clouds were hanging heavy over the leader’s head. The stuntman couldn’t imagine the type of conversation that may have taken place, but the quick glance that Kermit had thrown his way pretty much summed it up.
He was in a lot of trouble.
“I’ll…I’ll catch up with you later, Foz,” he murmured, turning from the comic and heading for the storm he knew was about to take place. “Hi ho, Kermit,” he whispered, nodding to the officer. “Det. Day.”
“Mr. Gonzo,” the detective nodded. “I think you know why we’re here.”
Gonzo looked passed the detective to see his partner coming through the backstage just as Piggy came up on his right. Chuckling nervously, he said, “I’m sure we can talk about those parking tickets.”
“Yes sir, we can,” Day said, knowing a ploy when he saw one. He only hoped Gonzo was this in order to give the others a plausible reason as to why they were there and not because he was making a plan to run out on them.
“Don’t worry,” Kermit murmured. “We’ll clear this up.”
“You know I won’t let this stand,” Piggy whispered.
“I certainly hope not.”
“If you just come with us, Mr. Gonzo,” Hollertz said. “This won’t take long.”
“Only twenty-five to thirty,” the stuntman muttered, walking past both officers.
Whatever excitement the rest of the troupe was expecting petered out as soon as it began and those who had stopped quickly went back to doing whatever their plans included for the night.
“Silly Gonzo,” the diva huffed. “No one goes to prison for twenty-five years for robbery. Not unless it was armed of course.”
The diva started towards Kermit’s office, remembering that she had left one of her lipsticks in his desk. It was rare that Piggy was in this particular office, almost as rare as Kermit was, but in the times that she was in this office, it seemed she was always forgetting something in there.
It was also the perfect excuse for her to put some space between her, the still lingering cast, and the frog that was of course following her. “I seriously can’t believe this is happening,” she was saying.
And of course she couldn’t believe it and she had, unfortunately, called it. And she felt horrible about it. This case of theirs that she had insisted they take part in was going slower than a turtle trying to cross the road and that was the problem. She was still convinced that La Chance was somehow involved in this, but she was running out of time and stuff was starting to get real.
“You don’t believe this, do you?” she asked, turning around quickly and nearly causing Kermit to run into her. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Moi would never willingly stick up for Gonzo, but…”
“Piggy,” he said, sternly, following her in the office and then closing the door behind him. He was barely holding on to his anger, confusion, and even hurt; he seriously did not want to believe this was happening and he needed to hear it from her that they weren’t involved.
“This is completely ridiculous!” the diva exclaimed, rummaging through the desk, but not finding her lipstick. Well, shoot. Maybe it was home after all. “Kermit, surely you can see…”
Oh right, the frog. “There’s no reason to shout, Kermit,” she huffed. “I’m standing right here.”
“Piggy,” the frog stressed. “Look me in the eye, look me in the eye and tell me that you have nothing to do with this.”
“With what?” she asked. “With the museum robbery or knowing those two teenagers that were killed? May they rest in peace.”
“The fact that you have to actually separate them does nothing for my piece of mind.”
“Kermit,” Piggy replied. “I promise you that neither Gonzo nor I had anything to do with that.”
“And you have no idea where that ruby is?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Kermit gave her a look which clearly said he didn’t really believe her and that he wanted to know, right now, where that ruby was.
“I cannot say,” she answered his unasked question.
“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “We’re going to go that route? Okay listen, do you trust me?”
Kermit just continued to glare at her.
“The slowness in your response is disconcerting.”
Sighing deeply, Kermit shook his head clear. Hadn’t he declared, with a bit of furiosity, to Det. Day that he trusted both Piggy and Gonzo implicitly? “Of course I trust you,” he whispered.
Walking over to him, she put a hand on his shoulder. “Then trust me to handle this,” she replied. “I promise that if I get into trouble, you can come riding in like the handsome green knight you are and you can save little ole Moi.”
Even as he looked at her, it couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Sighing again, he muttered, “This is a bad idea. Fine.” Piggy of course grabbed him in a tight hug, all the while managing to deliver several kisses to his face and cheek. “Stop,” he groused, though he did manage to wrap his arms around her middle.
“Stop it,” he continued. “Stop it, stop it. I’m going to regret this, I just know it; I never think rationally when you’re involved.”
“Aw Kermie,” she cooed. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
“Just make sure it’s not the last thing I’ll ever say about you.” Kermit pulled back to look at her. “I mean it, Piggy,” he whispered. “This is such a bad idea that I can’t even believe I’m agreeing to it.”
“I know you’re worried,” she said. “But I got Gonzo into this mess and I have to get him out.”
Despite Piggy’s protests and denials, she was as loyal as any one to the others and if there was one thing that Kermit knew, it was that the diva always took responsibility for her actions.
“Promise you’ll take someone with you,” he pressed. “If you’re going to go all private eye on this, I’ll feel much better if you have someone with you.” Thinking on that statement, he amended with, “Maybe a group of someones. If I have to look at pictures like the ones Day showed me…”
He trailed off, not wanting to actually give that tidbit away, but the diva had none the less caught the sudden stop. “What pictures?” she asked.
The frog shook his head in annoyance. “Just…these pictures of you and Gonzo while you were out…somewhere…you know,” he stumbled, releasing her and heading towards the door. “Not important. I have to go to talk to Scooter, but whatever you need in here, don’t take too long, okay?”
“Sure,” she murmured.
Perhaps to anyone else, their entire conversation was finished and pretty much covered everything that needed to be said. However, if there was one thing Piggy knew, it was Kermit the Frog; she had spent decades learning and memorizing just about everything there was to know about the director of their show. Kermit may have been leader and crazy handler to their troupe, but he was also a terrific actor in his own right.
He may have fooled the police that had been here, but he could never fool her, especially at this point in their relationship.
“Kermit,” she said, stopping him from opening the door. Watching him turn, she could immediately see that his face was blank, but that frog could wear those emotions of his on the sleeves of the non-existent shirt he didn’t wear.
“Whatever you think is going on,” she continued. “Or whatever Det. Day may have suggested to you that might be going on between Gonzo and I isn’t true.”
Kermit chuckled nervously. “Piggy, I…I know that,” he said. “I know you two have nothing to do with this robbery.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
In times past, the frog may have denied whatever thought his girlfriend had, but he had come to realize that even when he had tried, she was probably the one person who could see through him like no one else. Perhaps he hadn’t been as transparent as he had thought.
“I told Det. Day that I trusted you and that I trusted Gonzo.”
“Don’t forget it,” she stressed, those baby blues of her flashing.
Kermit couldn’t help but smile at that. If he was easy to read by Piggy, she was easy to read by him. “Miss Piggy,” he said, with a smirk. “I can guarantee that should I ever forget that fact, you’ll be quick to remind me.”
Walking over, she leaned casually against the door jam, and battled those baby blues at him. “Count on it.”
Yay. Thank you for posting.
Gonzo go bye-bye?
Yeah man, the little blue dude's been carted a-waaay.
Like, shouldn't we do something to, like, you know, help?
Most indubitably. But the porcine pulcritudinousness already has us beat on that angle.
Then let's provide the chase with a little traveling music.
More please? And happy gobble-gobble to all you jive turkeys.
No worries, funky five of fun time festivities! As the good doctor has mentioned, our favorite diva has a plan and a plan which involves some...planning. Next chapter finds some key people looking for the evidence.
And maybe some Gonzo questioning. I dunno...hadn't gotten that far yet.
You mean they'll get the evidence...
That you've been living under.
But you really don't remember.
Was it something that they said.
All the voices in your head.
Call him Gonzoooooooooo!
Ok, I'm late!
I thought Piggy was in deep trouble with our "Boss Frog" but...
He went to the... "Lee" thing.
I thought he was gonna get slapped.
Ironically, he was actually supposed to say that much earlier, at least according to the fuzzy memory I have of that scene in which I of course did not write down.
But with that said, it really does speak to the fact that he does trust her enough to fix whatever mistake she had made with Gonzo (which, as you readers will remember, was keeping the ruby a secret and not going to the cops).
I think this case is coming to a wrap, but here's some things for you to look forward to this weekend -
A Muppet covert tail!
Holmes and cohorts learn a little more about La Chance!
A prison visit to Gonzo!
Piggy and Gonzo spill the beans...sorta!
La Chance gets angry!
A deal goes bad!
And Kermit to the rescue!
Oh and debauchery!
(yes, I know there's never any debauchery, but it's a thing now that I add it)
All coming up! But now....you all know what time it is....
Kermit to the rescue?
Rescue... Uh oh...
To be rescued, something bad has to happen.
Um...yeah. Bad stuff is gonna happen.
I just caught up to the story and I need more! This is getting intense and exciting!
Happy Friday, folks! So, I was going to post this tomorrow, but I'm apparently I'm bored enough that I couldn't decide what to do and instead, I decided to post this before I take a nap. We're headed to the end of this here, with chills and thrills and spills, and yeah. So without further ado....
It had been weeks since the theft of the famed Rheingold Ruby and it seemed even longer since La Chance had held it in his hands. His search for Carter Smythe had seemed to grind to a halt, with no signs of the boy and worse, the place and person he knew had the ruby seemed to be untouchable.
It had been a stroke of luck that he had pulled up to the Ocean museum one Sunday to see Miss Piggy and the Great Gonzo leaving, together. He had been outraged at knowing these two seemed to be ruining his life at the moment and he had taken off behind them with the very thought that he was going to end this once and for all.
But that intelligence of his, that had gotten him out of many a scrapes, kicked in when he had discovered the very elusive home of the pig. Taking note of the area and address, he’d continued on with following the blue daredevil, noting the address of his dwelling as well.
La Chance was starting to get the feelings that these felt creatures weren’t as stupid as he originally thought. He had considered breaking in to both places, knowing that their schedules were usually taken up by that show of theirs, however after much thought, he realized they couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to hide a priceless ruby within their own homes.
That meant he needed to think of something else.
And that something else hinged on the fact that these two Muppets didn’t live alone.
It was pretty much all over the world that the leading lady and the de facto leader were shaking up in that cozy little mansion of theirs and with some checking, La Chance had learned that the weirdo was taken with some show chicken that had been on the show.
Those would be his aces should they not cooperate with him.
For the moment, La Chance was trying to figure what their angle was. Perhaps they weren’t aware they had even had the ruby in their possession; but if that was true, why were they at the museum? He certainly hadn’t heard that the ruby had been returned, so if they were aware of it, why hadn’t they gone to the police?
Perhaps they were trying to shake him down, blackmail him for something. If that was true, why hadn’t they contacted him?
More and more questions were buzzing around in his head and on a spur of the moment decision, he decided to take a chance and see what this show of theirs was. So that next Sunday, he was one of the audience members to watch the return of Piggy and Gonzo after a two week hiatus.
He wasn’t interested in the show – personally, he thought it was the stupidest, most insane thing he had ever subjected himself to – and to be frank, his interest had waned after the show’s opening, however it was a quick glance to his right that caused him to not only panic, but to rethink everything he had thought.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, La Chance had put himself in the back of the theater, trying to keep to himself and not engage with anyone around him. He had thought he was doing a good job until he glanced to his right and noticed one of the detectives he had seen at the museum a few days after the heist.
Had they followed him there? If so, why hadn’t they approached him?
The detective had stood immediately after Piggy and Gonzo’s set and La Chance couldn’t stop his curiosity at following him. He had been surprised when the Muppet officer had left the theater and then went around the backdoor to the backstage area. Royce wasn’t stupid; he knew a trap when he saw one, so he had cautiously blended into a crowd that had walked by and hid himself in the shadows.
What seemed like hours was in actuality just minutes, the end of the show allowing for audience and cast members alike to spill out onto the streets of Hollywood and LA. La Chance waited, wanting to see if the cops truly were here and truly were aware that he was in the vicinity.
You could have knocked him over with a feather when moments later, both officers walked out with Gonzo in between them. He may not have thought anything until the cuffs were placed on him before they placed him in their unmarked patrol car. The thought hit him immediately.
The police thought the Muppets were involved with the theft.
He was relatively scott free!
But again, there was the issue of the ruby and where its location was. And La Chance was convinced that both the pig and the weirdo knew that location.
Two days later, La Chance was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Pacing in his apartment, he was piecing things together and not making any sense while doing it. The police obviously thought the Muppets, or at least Gonzo, were involved somehow in the museum robbery, but why?
Did they know where the ruby was? Again, if they did, why hadn’t they gone to the police?
Perhaps they had, but the police were trying to spring a trap to get the real guilty party to confess.
Stopping in his movement, La Chance pondered that. Maybe that was the plan and unfortunately for him, there was one last weak link that could easily be guilted into showing up at the police station. Then of course, the police would need to actually broadcast the fact that one of the Muppets had been arrested.
The question was, would they?
Looking out of the window during his musings, La Chance couldn’t help but notice one of the cars that sat outside near his apartment, parked on the side with some of the other cars on the street. He may not have even given it a second glance if he hadn’t been sure he had seen the car before.
There were certainly a lot of Mini Coopers in the world, being a fairly popular car, and there were of course a lot of black Mini Coopers that went out on the street to the general public; however a midnight black Mini Cooper with weird quirky designs on it was a sight he had not seen in California before.
At least not before he had appeared at an inquest and had been to the Muppet Theatre.
Storming out of his apartment, he quickly took the elevator down to the first floor, before heading outside and walking across the street to the car. Just as he suspected, the driver was still there, sitting behind the wheel and seemingly playing around on an iPad.
“Well, well, well,” he sneered, leaning over and looking into the driver’s side window. “Mr. Grosse, I presume.”
La Chance had never met Scooter Grosse, at least not in person, but he had heard the name enough times to make him sick. He had seen this exact car sitting in the parking lot as he drove up to a small office in order to present his case against the Muppets; he hadn’t even gotten out of the car when he had received a call from his lawyer telling him to not even bother coming down because there was no case.
Grosse, the frog, and their lawyers had shot down whatever case they had wanted to make against the pig and the weirdo.
“Hello,” replied the Muppet, smiling widely at someone who deeply considered him to be a nemesis.
“Is there a reason you’re here?”
“I’m looking at apartments,” came the assistant’s answer. “See, the lease in my current residence is about to come up…”
“So you decided to just drive around and look for a new place to live,” La Chance interrupted. “And then you just so happened to come by my apartment complex. Really, Grosse, what kind of fool do you take me for?”
Shrugging, Scooter said, “I dunno. Your average run of the mill type fool, I guess. Why? What kind of fool do you take yourself for?”
La Chance knew he couldn’t take a chance of starting something right there in the open; not if he wanted to keep himself out of jail. “I want you out of my neighborhood,” he growled.
“It’s a free country,” Scooter chuckled. “Or didn’t you know that?”
“You listen to me, you four eyed felt freak,” La Chance muttered, leaning in closer to the Muppet. “I’m not stupid by any means; I know what kind of game you’re playing. You may have won the battle, Grosse, but I assure you there’s a much bigger war that you might not even be aware of. And I guarantee you, I plan and will win it. Now, get out of my sight.”
Clearing his throat, Scooter responded with, “Alright.” He placed his iPad in the laptop bag that was seated next to him and started the car. “Pleasure speaking with you, Mr. La Chance,” he said. “Good day.”
La Chance watched as the Muppet drove off, however he was still incensed by what he felt was an intrusion on his very property and person. If he hadn’t been convinced that the group was up to something, this certainly sealed it.
The time for playing around with these nutjobs was over.
Scooter Grosse could honestly say he had never been loyal to anyone in his life before he’d joined the Muppets. Situations and events had almost made sure that he would start and end his life as a loner, not because he wanted to be, but it was just the way he had grown up and had been raised.
In his loyal days as go-fer, stage manager, and assistant, Scooter had done many a thing for his friends, especially for one diva known as Miss Piggy. For all purposes, the young Muppet was essentially Piggy’s go to guy when it came to schemes; in most, those schemes were directed at Kermit, who had been in such denial when it came to his feelings about his leading lady.
Maybe Scooter was trying to do a parent trap – elaborate plans in which to get the two most influential people in his life together on a permanent basis – he didn’t know, but it pretty much cemented his feelings on the two and the rest of the group. So it had come as no surprise that he would of course use his own influence and standing as heir to the Grosse business fortune to get his favorite diva out of trouble.
Apparently that loyalty also extended to possibly getting her into even more trouble.
Scooter took his job as eyes and ears within the theater personally and he did what he could to make sure that he kept up on everything that was going on around him. He wasn’t stupid in any means; when the police show up at your door inquiring about two of your co-stars, you know something’s amiss.
When they show up again to ‘escort’ one of those co-stars downtown with them, you know there’s gonna be trouble.
He hadn’t been surprised that Gonzo hadn’t been at the Monday morning meeting, nor had he been surprised at Kermit’s offhand comment that the stunt weirdo was ‘running errands’, causing Rowlf to look at him in surprise, Dr. Teeth to lean back and whistle, non-chalantly, and for the assistant to turn an inquisitive eye on their leading lady.
And he hadn’t been surprised when Piggy had held him back afterwards.
“I wanna know what’s going on,” he immediately said, catching the diva off guard. “And I know something’s going on. The police aren’t usually knocking on our doors and taking our cast members away, so I have a feeling that we both know where Gonzo is right now. And I’m not even going to mention that Doc apparently also knows what’s happening, so spare me with the whitewash.”
Piggy couldn’t help but smirk at him. She knew there was no point in questioning how Scooter knew some of the things he did, because it would basically defy explanation.
“I’ve always known you had a good and intelligent head on your shoulders, Andrew,” she replied, smoothly. “Moi would try to give you a little song and dance about what’s going on, but we both know it wouldn’t be true and that vous has ways of finding things out. That’s actually why Moi has kept you back.”
And that’s when she told him everything – how she, Gonzo, and Doc had discovered the ruby in the gas tank, how the police had come at that exact same moment, how she figured Gonzo would be at the top of their list should they hand over the ruby to them, how they had hidden it, how they had checked out the museum in the aftermath, and how she was convinced that Royce La Chance was involved.
The assistant sometimes could not imagine half the things they could find themselves in; sometimes he wondered if their movies didn’t actually mirror their lives at some point, which in some cases – especially when they involved Kermit and Piggy – did occur, when their life intruded on their scenes.
But Scooter was as loyal as they came and he had especially shown his loyalty to Piggy on more than one occasion. There had never been a time in which he said he didn’t plan on helping her, because he always did.
And that’s how he found himself sitting outside of Royce La Chance’s apartment building Monday afternoon. Given his technological background, it hadn’t been difficult for Scooter to find the man’s residence and he had headed out on the quest that he was looking for an apartment. He had scanned the building, checked out the inside, and had even consented to an actual tour of the area by management.
While on the surface this looked like a legitimate potential resident – and Scooter had to admit that the apartments were very nice – Scooter was there for intel.
Scooter had only scratched the surface of who Royce La Chance was – playboy, some said, attaché and child of diplomats – but the assistant knew that there was always more to a story. In fact, that’s what he had been doing when the very man had confronted him Tuesday afternoon.
It was certainly a test of his acting abilities that made it seem as though the man had caught him by surprise; in actuality, Scooter had seen the man coming as soon as he walked outside, allowing him to switch from the profile he had up on La Chance to that of area apartments that he could continue to ‘look’ at. Driving away, Scooter had gotten the alarming sense that Royce La Chance was a man with nothing to lose and those kind of men were the most dangerous.
“Call Piggy,” he commanded, instructing his car to dial the diva’s number.
“Calling the Divine Miss P,” the car responded. “Is this correct? Say yes to dial, no to cancel.”
The car connected the call and Scooter only needed to wait for two rings before the familiar, “Talk to me.”
“The dark deed you’ve requested has been done.”
He heard her chuckle on the other end. “Dark deed, huh?”
“Well,” he said. “If having to talk to Royce La Chance could be compared to, you know, jumping into a lava pit, then yeah.”
“You got caught?” Piggy asked in surprise. “That’s not like you.”
“Please,” he said. “It’s me. He may think he caught me, but that’s what I wanted him to think. No, I sat right outside his window for two days and got a profile on him.”
“Personally, I think he’s hiding something,” he responded, honestly. “I won’t know till I hit those police reports, if he has any. I also want to check out that list of racers that were involved.”
“Well,” Piggy sighed. “Det. Day mentioned that two of them were the two thieves that had been killed. And get this – I just saw footage of the race and turns out one of the racers took off in the middle of it.”
“Yeah, I remember that,” the page murmured. “Kermit mentioned it when we were talking about that spectacular end. I’ll check him out.”
“How many racers do you know that sign up for a race, then take off in the middle of it?” he asked. “There’s something weird there. I’ll feel better once I figure it out. And what’re your plans for the day? And I hope your answer is keeping out of trouble.”
“Cute,” she said. “Moi plans on getting our poor little weirdo out of jail.”
“You do have a get out of jail card,” Scooter said. “Do let me know if you have any issues.”
“I shouldn’t,” she said. “Technically, they only have him on suspicion and unless there’s some evidence I’ve overlooked, they have no choice but to let him go. That is, as long as he hadn’t been singing his troubles away to the cops. Moi will let you know if we need assistance. Oh, I’m sure this goes unsaid, but the less the frog knows, the better.”
“I can’t imagine he doesn’t know what’s going on.”
“Oh he knows,” she replied. “And he knows what Moi wants him to know. Gotta go!”
The phone hung up, which caused Scooter to shake his head. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Gonzo wasn’t exactly a stranger to being in a police station. Luckily, his luck with the law usually extended to his shows and acts getting a little out of hand, but it was certainly nothing as bad as being literally arrested for theft. Despite going from job to job and a brief time of living out of his truck, the stunt weirdo had the good sense to only toe the line of the law and not overstep it.
He really wanted to be mad at Piggy about this, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He knew she had the best of intentions with this; yes, it meant that he was now being questioned by the police, but in the beginning, what she had said made sense. If he had gone to the police, he probably still would be sitting in this chair, sitting under this dim light, and sitting across from two police detectives.
They just managed to push it off for the moment.
“I’m sure you’re a bit tired after that performance tonight,” Day began, placing two folders on the table in front of him.
Gonzo shrugged. “Not really,” he said. “It’s kinda hard to come down from a show like that, you know? The excitement and everything.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” the detective nodded. “Let’s not waste time, shall we? You know why you’re here.”
Gonzo tried to play it off as though no, he didn’t know why he was there. “Parking tickets?” he joked.
“Where is it?” Chesney demanded, slamming both hands on the table, which startled both the weirdo and the detective that sat next to the officer.
“You know what,” the officer sneered. “Don’t try to play coy with us, Gonzo; this isn’t a show and we aren’t one of your fans.”
“What Officer Hollertz is alluding to, Mr. Gonzo,” Day replied. “Is that we know you and Miss Piggy know something about the ruby that was stolen.” Opening the folder he had shown to Kermit earlier, he said, “I showed this to your boss earlier.”
Gonzo looked at the images, ones that were obviously taken when he and Piggy were at the museum last week. While most had nothing to do with anything, the one where Piggy had literally grabbed his arm to take him away from some weird chicken exhibit was the picture that got him. He of course knew there was nothing there, but the image – especially catching the awkward moment where her pulling had caused him to stumble into her – was a whole can of worms that didn’t look right.
“You showed this to Kermit!?”
Day raised an eyebrow. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t have?” he asked, calmly.
“Are you kidding?” Gonzo exclaimed. “Do you have any idea the implications….the way this whole thing looks?”
The detective nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I actually do have some ideas. I see it two ways – one, you and Miss Piggy either know or have something to do with the Ocean museum robbery or two, you’re having an affair and keeping it secret from your so-called ‘friend’ the frog.”
“How dare you,” the weirdo snarled. Being accused of theft was one thing, but accusing him of not only cheating on the chicken he loved, but with his best friend’s girl was going over the line.
“Is that it?” asked Chesney. “You stole the ruby to win the pig’s heart? Win her away from the frog?”
“You’re going too far,” Gonzo whispered. “Accusing me of robbery is one thing, but insinuating that I’m cheating on my girlfriend with my best friend’s girl? That’s going below the belt, fellas.”
Day held up his hands in appeasement. “Okay,” he said, closing the folder. “That may have been a little too far, but you have admit, there are some strange things going on. Can you explain to me, Mr. Gonzo, why you and Miss Piggy felt the need to visit the Ocean, a day after we personally came in to ask you about the Rheingold Ruby?”
Shrugging, Gonzo stated, “We’re museum buffs. We like going to museums.”
“Sure,” Chesney chuckled. “And I bet the frog likes when his wife and best friend are there together.”
“Okay, first off,” the weirdo said. “They aren’t married, not for lack of trying believe me and certainly, they’re only a piece of paper away, but they aren’t. And secondly, I told you, nothing is going on between us. I can’t help it if we sometimes have things in common.”
“Like motorcycles,” Day replied.
“Yeah,” Gonzo nodded. “Like motorcycles.”
“Alright Gonzo,” Day nodded, pushing another folder towards him. “Let me tell you what we know.” Opening the folder, the daredevil was shown the image from a few of his routines, including his infamous highwire act over the laser security beams.
“You, and/or you and Miss Piggy, broke into the Ocean museum on Thursday night, the 19th. Obviously, the security system didn’t impede the process and the two of you managed to escape. To cover yourselves, you sign up for the Risen Corp race on that Saturday. Royce La Chance gummed your game by getting in that fight with you and the pig. Sound about right?”
“No,” Gonzo replied. “Not only is none of that true, but why in heaven’s name would I or Piggy, if either of us were involved, steal a priceless ruby? I don’t like to brag, but I am kind of a big deal.”
Day opened another folder, this one the profile that they had on Gonzo. “Gonzo’s Royal Flush,” he began. “One of the leading plumbing businesses in the states; sources say it made you a millionaire.”
“Billionaire, actually,” the stuntman corrected, smugly. “One of the richest plumbing magnates in the country. Like I said, I’m a big deal. I won’t even get into the fact that Piggy probably has me beat on that, with the many modeling gigs she’s done and not to mention she was the plus size editor for one of fashion’s top leading magazines. Again, detective, I ask, why would we need to steal a ruby?”
“Well Gonzo, that had been my question too,” Day said. “Then I kinda figured that while your business may have ‘made’ you, there’s no way you’d ever see those kinds of figures again as a, what do you call yourself?”
“Right,” the detective continued. “I doubt that you’ll be able to make the kind of money you made when you were plumbing. As for Miss Piggy, I understand it that joining back up with the Muppets hit her rep a little with Vogue. Not to mention she’s got that nice house of hers to maintain. And I can’t imagine that any of the stuff you all need for your theater comes out of your pocket, right?
“Like I said, you or Miss Piggy, are strapped for cash or maybe the Muppets as a whole are strapped for cash. Or maybe it’s what Chez here said – that you’re trying to win the hand of the fair pig – either way, it gives you a reason to steal a priceless ruby.”
“You don’t have anything that could possibly tie me to this.”
“On the contrary,” Day countered. “You’re a stuntman and those photos prove that not only are you pretty surefooted, you don’t seem to be afraid of anything. Two, you were a participant in the very race that our dead suspects were also signed up for. Three, you were seen at the scene of the crime and we have proof that you and Miss Piggy were at the museum and checking out the aftermath of a police investigation.”
“It’s noted that criminals sometimes like to return to the scene of the crime,” Chesney added, with a glare.
“Fourth,” Day continued. “You have probable cause for stealing the ruby – you either want to rebuild the fortune you lost or two, you want to impress your best friend’s girl. I know you say you aren’t -” He held up a hand to stop Gonzo’s interruption. “But I’d like to note that there’s some evidence that states you have a crush on the leading lady.”
“That was a long time ago,” Gonzo whispered.
“Maybe,” Day replied. “But sometimes torches don’t always go out. You’ll understand when we ask you to stay the night, don’t you?”
Gonzo sat back in his chair and sighed. “Not like I have anything better to do.”
Sunday night turned into Monday, which turned into Tuesday morning and then Tuesday afternoon.
Gonzo couldn’t imagine the kinds of questions that everyone may have had at Monday morning’s meeting and he could only hope that Piggy and Kermit would’ve covered for him. But even those questions would’ve been easier to answer than that of the ones that Det. Day and Officer Hollertz were drilling him about.
Sunday night had been probably the nicest conversation he could have with the detective and his partner, but by the time Monday afternoon rolled around, the weirdo was nearly close to just telling them everything. They had been asking him question after question, usually the same ones, before making him tell his story again, from the beginning.
He told them how he found out about the race, what happened at the race, the fight that had taken place at the end, the whole legal entanglement with Royce La Chance, and so on. Then he had to rewind and tell it again. Then he rewound that and started from the very beginning – how he met Kermit, how he met Piggy, how the Muppets got together, the reason they broke up, how he got into plumbing, how he got back into plumbing, etc.
The questioning was weighing on his mind and right as he was about to just spill the beans about everything, about finding the ruby, about Piggy’s insistence that La Chance was involved, even the mysterious kid that he had been talking to, his savior walked in and broke him from the monotony.
Another officer poked his head into the room where the questioning was taking place, stating, “The pig’s here to bail Gonzo out.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” Day replied, nodding to the officer. Looking at the weirdo, he said, “I guess that’s it.”
“I guess so,” Gonzo said, standing. “It’s been a pleasure, gentlemen. We must do this some other time, like the fourth of never.”
Blowing out the breath he had been holding, the stuntman made his way to the front reception desk, not surprised to see Piggy waiting for him. “Tell me you’re here to get me out,” he muttered.
Piggy glared at him. “Come on,” she huffed. “It’s me. You haven’t been talking out of school, have you?”
“Only out of detention,” the weirdo said. “If that counts for anything.”
“Cheer up, mon amie,” she replied.
“Cheer up?” he asked, exasperated. Looking at the officer at the desk, he said, “Cheer up, she tells me. Now that is the most unnecessary thing she’ll ever say.” With a last glance to the diva, he asked, “You ready, Hopalong?”
“I told you,” she huffed. “Moi is always ready, Halliday. Giddy up then.”
The two began to head out, only to be met by Det. Day as they neared the door. “No hard feelings, Gonzo,” he stated. “Just trying to do our jobs.”
“I know that.”
“Because I would actually hate to see the two of you in further trouble than you are now.”
“Meaning?” Piggy asked, suspiciously.
Day stepped closer to the duo and whispered, “I know you’re up to something and I know you’re hiding something. I just hope whatever it is, is worth it.”
“Det. Day,” Piggy began. “First, let me say that you have been incredibly understanding through this entire event, which is why Moi feels it’s important to let you know how much we appreciate it. Let’s say, hypothetically speaking of course, that Gonzo and Moi not only happen to know where the ruby is, but who stole it. We’d be doing you a favor by getting that particular person of interest into your waiting hands, wouldn’t you say?”
Up until that point, Day had kept his cool when dealing with this group, but that statement just tore it. Were they actually suggesting that they had been holding up an investigation because they wanted to play hero themselves?
“Do me a favor?” he asked, incredulously. “The only favor you should be doing, Miss Piggy, is getting that ruby to me or Officer Hollertz and keeping yourselves out of jail. The two of you may be stars now, but all it’ll take is one slip up and the two you will find yourselves the stars of a maximum security prison.
“This isn’t some 1940s caper; this is the real deal. This guy isn’t just capable of breaking, entering, and theft; if we’re right, he’s also a murderer, three times over. If anything, I’d be doing you a favor by booking you and locking you both up because if our guy ever finds out you have the ruby, you can bet he isn’t going to care that you’re Hollywood types.
“Now, you’re both lucky we don’t have enough evidence to hold you and quite frankly, Gonzo, I don’t think you’re capable of murder, but mark my words. The two of you are interfering in a police investigation that has now garnered international attention, which could be grounds to arrest you for obstruction of justice. I want that ruby and I want it by the end of the week. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” Piggy mumbled, along with Gonzo who just nodded.
“Good,” the detective said. Nodding to complete the statement, he turned and headed back to his desk.
“This is starting to get serious.”
Gonzo turned to her. “You think?”
This isn't good...
And Kermit will lose it...
What is ju talking about? This is the best Gina has posted yet. Trust to have a fully interactive car with computerized phonebank and dialing capabilities. LaChance doesn't have a chance against and Why is it called interfering with a police investigation if the Muppets are the ones carrying on the real investigation? If anything, it's more like a case of interference by a police investigation.
But all that aside... More please?
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