a/n: Well, I would just like to say, before anyone reads any further, that this is a highly experimental fanfic. I'm mostly experimenting on different voices and while I got some of them, I don't think I got others. So any nitpickings and character voice help you give will be welcomed. ----------------------------------------------------------- Vrooom~ The low grumble of an engine rumbled through the early late afternoon, filling the mostly empty streets with noise. The line of streetlights slowly, one-by-one, flickered on, bathing the streets in a soft yellow light. The old bus lurched like it was going to break apart at any time, the engine straining just to keep going. All of this was lost on the small frog curled up on the scratchy seat. He kept, close to his chest, the old worn bag. The bus drivers’ sharp eyes, though slightly dimmed with age, spotted an old theater by the side of the road, it’s lights brightly beckoning any and all visitors. A small stream of various Muppets entered in through the doorway, interspersed by the odd human. “Hey, Kiddo! This is your stop!” The small frog stirred weakly, curling up into an even smaller ball, flippers over his non-existent ears. “Just five more minutes ma.” “I am not your mother! Get up! It’s your stop!” The frog sat up with a start, already big eyes even bigger. “O-Oh, right! Thank you Mister Bus Driver!” The frog hopped down from the seat, and in a single bound, was out the open door. With a rattling moan, the door closed, the engine spluttered, and with a dull roar the bus trundled down the road slowly. The young frog looked up at the theater, wide eyes taking in the run down, worn out place. He pulled off his backpack, and reached in, rummaging around for the piece of paper. With the letter clutched firmly in one flipper, the small frog cautiously approached the theater. The building loomed above him, long, dark shadows swallowing the small child. A gulp soundlessly made its way down a throat. “W-Wait, in order to see Uncle Kermit, should I go around to the back first?” The alleyway, pitch black in the late afternoon light, menacingly taunted him, attempting to lure him further in. The frog took a step towards it, and a step back, eyes flickering from the front door to the alleyway. A small, golden pool of light shot out from the alleyway, as a grumbling old Muppet dumped offending trash into a nearby trashcan. The frog bolted directly for the Muppet, noticing the yellowish skin, and the fluffy grey hair. “H-Hello. My name is Robin, I’m Kermit’s nephew.” The introduction came out in a single breath. The janitor leaned against his mop, eyebrows rising. Robin blushed slightly at the look. “S-Sorry, I’m Robin the Frog.” Deep breath, “I’m here to see my uncle Kermit the Frog.” “You’re one of his nephews huh? Well, it’s not my problem. Find him yourself.” The curt response wasn’t the most helpful, but at least he wasn’t barred from the theater entirely. “Oh, and Kid? Make certain you don’t get stepped on. It’s hard enough cleaning the floor already without you go and making a mess.” The janitor walked away, Robin’s question dieing in his throat. “S-Stepped on?” Slowly he peeked around the corner, head swinging back and forth to check if the coast was clear. It wasn’t. Various muppets rushed to and fro frantically, some with arms waving frantically, others carrying various props. He could spot someone with a trumpet, attempting to stuff a cannonball into it, a chicken sitting on top of a table, a dog pushing a piano off to the side, someone who looked like a chef sharpening a knife, a large hulking ogre lifting a beam of wood with at least five muppets on it- His jaw dropped, as he watched the swirling chaos around him. Gee, back at the swamp we’re never half so frantic! Everyone is busy- “And so the guy asks me, ‘Did you take a bath today?’ and I said- why hello there little guy. Aren’t you a little small to be onstage?” Robin leaped one and a half feet (brand new record!) into the air, heart racing a mile per minute. The bear leapt back with his own startled shriek. The chaos around the corner didn’t even pause- instead it only seemed to grow louder as a giant blue creature rounded the corner. “Oh, heya Thog!” The bear waved to the giant blue thing- Robin took advantage of the distraction to duck underneath the bigger creature and dart towards the stairs- He could see a flash of green exiting from one of the doors. Quickly he threaded his way through the chaos, dashing straight for the green. A familiar spiked collar that only one frog ever seemed to have filled his eyes. “Uncle Kermit!” A green flipper raised in the air froze mid-gesture. Robin stopped at that gesture, worry seeping through him. Would Kermit welcome him with open arms? “I- RobiIIIIINNNNNNN!” The welcoming tone changed pitch to pure terror as the older frog abruptly found himself airborne. “That’ll teach you to ignore moi when I’m talking.” The haughty voice was punctuated by the door slamming shut before Robin could see who was inside. Not that Robin particularly cared at this moment. Instead his little froggy legs carried him to his uncle as fast as they could. “K-Kermit! Are you alright?” “Yeah, just fine.” Woozily, the bigger frog climbed to his feet. “By the way, what are you doing here Robin?” The smaller frog abruptly remembered the letter he still had clenched in one hand. With a small, sheepish smile he proffered the letter to his uncle. “Mom and Dad told me to give this to you-“ “HEY! KERMIT! WE GOT FIVE MINUTES UNTIL CURTAIN CALL!” “Okay!” Distractedly Kermit took the letter from Robin. The small frog shyly asked, “Can I look around?” “Go ahead, just don’t get hurt.” Robin instantly scurried off. He could guess what was on that letter, and he wanted to make certain he wouldn’t be found once it was read. Maybe later, after Kermit read it and had a chance to cool his head… He escaped around the corner into a slightly darker part of the backstage as Kermit’s voice sang out, “Places everyone!” Robin pressed himself against the wall, just as five Muppets slowly walked past, their voices blending into each other in a wild cacophony. “Come on Animal!” “Drum! Drum!” “And I was so totally like I don’t pose naked even if it is artistic-“ “Whoa, calm down Animal!” “Heya Rowlf, you playin’ the opening with us again?” The only non-bright member of the group shook his head. “Nah, I have a sketch later with Fozzie, and the old piano needs some tuning.” “Didn’t know you could tune pianos.” “That’s the problem- I can’t!” The dog parted with the band there, and Robin followed behind, a half-step behind, cautiously watching the Muppet in front of him. Being tossed from place to place had at least taught him something- how to run.