Bridget
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Hello everyone, I was working on a fanfic recently and I wasn't sure at first if I should post it or not. But I decided that I'll never know if I should go forward with it, if I don't get input and advice from my Muppet friends. The story is based off of Annie Sue, (Piggy's female rivalry), who appears in older Muppet show episodes. I thought it would interesting to see what I could do with the character and a plot. So let me know if it's something you like!
~Bridget~
Picture a glittery, peridot field surrounded by a rainbow of tall rose beds, colors varying from shocking red to snowflake white. Imagine a nearby pond with ripples in its waters that glisten and glow, moving with the steady flow of the wind. Try to see a glamorous, sunset background complimenting summer’s wondrous atmosphere. Imagine a love-struck, female pig spread out across a pink picnic basket, patiently waiting for her love.
Tonight was to be a special night. A night where Kermit and Miss Piggy would discuss the serious yet wonderful aspects of marriage, under a sea of twinkling stars. It would be a night of confessions, romance, and most of all, feelings. The two would finally be given a true chance to express the hidden, yet strong love they own for one another, making Piggy extremely eager.
At the moment, the diva was wearing an eye-catching peach sundress, covered by a cream, elbow-length sweater. Her hair was styled into mermaid curls which draped down her skin revealing back. Her necklace of pearls shone perfectly in the day’s last light, and her matching satin gloves displayed an elegant, diamond ring. Piggy knew that Kermit had to be amazed by her stunning selection of clothing. But where on earth was the little green frog? It wasn’t much of a surprise to Piggy that her lover was approximately thirty minutes late, but rather why. Riverside Park was but a block away from Kermit’s housing development, therefore making it possible to reach it in only five minutes. Concerned but calm, she slowly reached a gloved hand into a mocha-colored picnic basket beside her. She pulled out a medium bunch of red grapes, (her favorite), and dropped them into her mouth one by one. They tasted sweet, and vine fresh.
‘Perhaps Kermie is just deciding on what to wear this evening’ Piggy said to herself, with a sigh. She pictured the slim frog in a navy blue blazer, with badge kakis and a scarf. ‘No. That isn’t Kermit. He probably got caught up in handling theatre business on the phone. I hope he hasn’t forgot about moi.’ After experiencing an extra thirty minute wait, (and devouring two whole bunches of grapes), a green figure appeared at the end of the park gate. He was wearing a slate trench coat, and nothing more. The street lights captured his exhausted face. Suddenly, Piggy’s heart woke to find her one dream standing before her very eyes. She spoke with her lavender eyelids halfway closed.
“K- Kermit?” she asked softly. Kermit planted himself on the picnic blanket that now appeared colorless. The sun’s glow was no longer visible; night had token over. Kermit let out an apologetic sigh. “Hey Piggy, I apologize for being a bit- late.”
‘A bit late,’ Piggy repeated in her mind. ‘An hour, is a bit?’
Kermit crossed his skinny legs over one another, and looked up at the sky. “I’ve been extremely busy paying theatre bills, filling needs, and preparing shows. Sometimes the easiest things are difficult for a frog with a- pig friend.”
Piggy blushed anxiously. The glory her soul felt when Kermit referred to her as his “pig friend” was enough to make her heart leap out of her chest. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Honored, she pulled an oatmeal raisin cookie from the basket and offered him sweetly.
“Cookie?”
“No thanks,” he replied. Kermit continued to stare at the stars in a gaze. “You know Piggy; I sometimes wish we could have more time to, well, bond. I know we’ve known each other for years, but I feel like we’re just beginning to reveal ourselves.”
“Oh Kermie,” Piggy responded dreamily. She joined Kermit in staring at the sky by leaning he rather heavy head on Kermit’s torso. The frog didn’t mind. “It isn’t vous’ fault for all the madness and chaos. It is life. Sometimes it can be rather stressful, hmm?
“Yeah, but, we’re engaged. The problem is, I don’t know what to put first. Us, or the Muppets?”
What a complicated question it was. Which aspect should really come first in Kermit’s busy life? The Muppets were a group of diversity, which so happened to consist of chickens, bears, pigs, or whatevers, brought together by the faith of Kermit’s care. Piggy was a single, self-centered diva who required more attention than every Muppet combined. The gang needed a leader, script, and most importantly, place to call home. Piggy demanded constant communication with her lover, expensive clothing and jewelry, and sweet nothings whispered into her ear 24/7! Either road Kermit took, a barrier would stand in his way.
“Well, Kermit. Strangely enough, moi happens to be a, um- Muppet.” Classifying herself under that group hurt Piggy more than old fashion. She felt as if she was much more than that. “So, wouldn’t it be the same choosing the Muppets as your top priority?”
“No, not really,” Kermit responded quickly. He made sure to say it kindly, so that Piggy wouldn’t go into her argumentative mode. “Think about it. We’ll (hopefully), be married in less than a year, Piggy. Once you become my wife, everything will be different. Our relationship as “cast-mates” or whatever will fade away. We’ll be husband and wife each hour of the day.”
“No it wouldn’t! We’d be about show business as always, nothing would change really.” There was an awkward pause between the two. Kermit must’ve been thinking really hard. He finally worked up the guts to express how his deepest thoughts.
“But, sometimes, it’s just that-“Kermit was cut off. An annoying beep occurred sounded from his coat pocket. Piggy lazily brought herself back up to her original position, and sighed. Kermit held up a single, index finger. She folded her arms.
“Kermit The Frog,” Kermit said perfectly. A muttered voice came from the other side of the line. He could easily recognize that it was a female. “Annie, is that you? Wow! Long time, no see! How’s it going over there?”
‘He’d better be talking to the orphan,’ an angry Piggy thought. She began to scratch her flawless skin. Unfortunately, the bugs were beginning to have a party.
“Oh wow, that’s great!” Kermit continued joyfully. “Well, if there’s anything I, I mean we can do to help- what’s that? Oh yes, yes.” Kermit cut his eye at Piggy, and lowered his voice. She was giving him a “put the phone down” kind of stare. He immediately knew he couldn’t chat that much longer. “Alright, well listen. I’m kind of busy at the moment, but as soon as I can I’ll make some arrangements. I’m so proud of your accomplishment! Oh and by the way, if you need a place to stay when you come down, you know who to ask. That’s great. Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Beep!”
Kermit closed his flip-phone, and slid it back into its original place. He thought of a phrase he could use to distract his girlfriend from questioning his limited conversation. “Um, anyways. Do you know what flavor cake you want at our-“
“Save it frog,” Piggy warned him. “Who was that vous was just talking to?”
The frightened frog gulped, as a giant lump had appeared in his throat. Piggy always seemed to take heart to the most insignificant things. She had to know anything and everything that was involved in his life.
“Well see, it was just an old friend calling about the theatre. That’s all.”
“It doesn’t sound like that’s all. Spill it.” Piggy began to unwrap the same oatmeal cookie that Kermit had turned down earlier. She broke it in half, and put the crumbly piece in her mouth beautifully. Afterwards, she closed the basket. Anyone could tell that Kermit was hiding something, even a fool. For some reason, the person he was speaking to wasn’t of Piggy’s list of approval. There were certain folks he had her permission to call, and certain ones she put on “ignore”. Considering the fact that Kermit wasn’t the best with technology, he had no idea on how to take it off.
“Oh come on Piggy, can’t we talk about this later? We’re supposed to be enjoying each other’s company.”
“Pardon? It is vous who answered the phone in the first place! If you had just let it go to voicemail, none of this would have happened. Now, tell me before I leave you here alone in the dark.” Her face was beginning to look furious and red. Kermit warmed himself up to release the unwanted news. He muttered, turning towards the gate he had entered.
“It was Annie Sue,” he said in a deep voice. He hoped Piggy wouldn’t hear him, and ask once more. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Her perked ears had perfect hearing, and she understood well. Suddenly she sat up from her resting point, and scolded.
“Who?!”
“ It was Annie Sue. You know, the pig from-’”
“I obviously know who you’re talking about, and you know that I have,” she paused and flipped her hair. “Certain feelings about her.”
Annie Sue was a young female pig, who Kermit had hired as a singer for the Muppet Show a while back. She was just about the same complexion as Piggy (perhaps a bit darker), and had deep blonde, curly fro. Though very upbeat and kind, she was always seen as a threat to Miss Piggy when she was around. For one thing, it was uncomfortable seeing for her to see someone the exact same species as herself, talented and beautiful, make appearances every now and then. Something in Piggy’s mind, didn’t allow her to accept others who was seen as the same or equal to herself. It also made her almost as green as Kermit, when she received affection and guidance from him. The diva had one half of ownership over her most prized possession, and she would not accept some “fake” to take that away from her. Kermit knew this as well.
“Well, she just called to say that she landed a spot on the Great White Way.”
Everything stopped as Miss Piggy stood up on her wedged sandals and posed for an intense argument. Even the ripples in the pond came to a halt for the moment of truth. Someone was about to get questioned.
“Excuse-moi? You mean to tell me the little brat made it to- Broadway? The place where the greats get to sing, dance and perform?”
“Oh wait, I think I worded it wrong,” Kermit corrected himself, scooting a bit to the right. “She’s sort of landed a spot. Her agent told her that she needs one last reference of experience in order to begin auditions for shows. But apparently, everything else is perfectly in order.” A growl emerged from Piggy’s mouth, which now held her snout.
“As many times as, Ms. Sue performed with us; she still doesn’t have enough experience? Is that the deal?”
“Well,” Kermit. “I-I mean I think that’s what she said.”
“Kermit, I refuse to see her dusty little face in our theatre again! Just think of all the trouble and havoc she caused last time! I know you don’t want to go through any of that now!” She thought carefully about her words as she caught her breath. Our theatre? Technically, wouldn’t the theatre belong to both her and the boss after their marriage? After all, half the money would be coming from her salary as well. As far as the havoc and trouble she mentioned, Piggy knew perfectly well that is was her who was taking things in a negative way. To a certain extent, Annie Sue looked up to Piggy as a true, honest role model of what an actress really looks like. But still, history had its memories that bothered her. Kermit’s face began to look glum.
“Listen, I already explained to her that it was fine if she wanted to observe our next show rehearsal, and then perform in it. We just haven’t discussed the scheduling and details yet. I- I mean we don’t have to-“
“If we don’t have to, then cancel!”
“But, Piggy-“
“CANCEL!”
The romantic night of love and relation was over. It had now turned into a dramatic hour of stress, all because of one little phone call. If only Kermit did allow it to go to voicemail, perhaps the night could’ve gone smoother. Of course he’d be so busy later on that he wouldn’t have the time to check it. Piggy scooped up her basket, yanked the blanket from the grass, and stormed off towards the gate. Her pink convertible was parked right in front. She pulled a ring of keys from her sweater pocket. Kermit didn’t dare to follow; there was too much on his mind already. He had upset his best friend on one of the most important dates of his life, and now had to make a “wise” decision. His heart was telling him to go forward with the planning, and just not tell Piggy anything about it. But his mind was whispering, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” He sat in the park cold, confused, and stumped until midnight, thinking about his next move.
~Bridget~
The Return of Annie Sue
(Part I)
Chapter 1: “Let’s Talk About Marriage”
Picture a glittery, peridot field surrounded by a rainbow of tall rose beds, colors varying from shocking red to snowflake white. Imagine a nearby pond with ripples in its waters that glisten and glow, moving with the steady flow of the wind. Try to see a glamorous, sunset background complimenting summer’s wondrous atmosphere. Imagine a love-struck, female pig spread out across a pink picnic basket, patiently waiting for her love.
Tonight was to be a special night. A night where Kermit and Miss Piggy would discuss the serious yet wonderful aspects of marriage, under a sea of twinkling stars. It would be a night of confessions, romance, and most of all, feelings. The two would finally be given a true chance to express the hidden, yet strong love they own for one another, making Piggy extremely eager.
At the moment, the diva was wearing an eye-catching peach sundress, covered by a cream, elbow-length sweater. Her hair was styled into mermaid curls which draped down her skin revealing back. Her necklace of pearls shone perfectly in the day’s last light, and her matching satin gloves displayed an elegant, diamond ring. Piggy knew that Kermit had to be amazed by her stunning selection of clothing. But where on earth was the little green frog? It wasn’t much of a surprise to Piggy that her lover was approximately thirty minutes late, but rather why. Riverside Park was but a block away from Kermit’s housing development, therefore making it possible to reach it in only five minutes. Concerned but calm, she slowly reached a gloved hand into a mocha-colored picnic basket beside her. She pulled out a medium bunch of red grapes, (her favorite), and dropped them into her mouth one by one. They tasted sweet, and vine fresh.
‘Perhaps Kermie is just deciding on what to wear this evening’ Piggy said to herself, with a sigh. She pictured the slim frog in a navy blue blazer, with badge kakis and a scarf. ‘No. That isn’t Kermit. He probably got caught up in handling theatre business on the phone. I hope he hasn’t forgot about moi.’ After experiencing an extra thirty minute wait, (and devouring two whole bunches of grapes), a green figure appeared at the end of the park gate. He was wearing a slate trench coat, and nothing more. The street lights captured his exhausted face. Suddenly, Piggy’s heart woke to find her one dream standing before her very eyes. She spoke with her lavender eyelids halfway closed.
“K- Kermit?” she asked softly. Kermit planted himself on the picnic blanket that now appeared colorless. The sun’s glow was no longer visible; night had token over. Kermit let out an apologetic sigh. “Hey Piggy, I apologize for being a bit- late.”
‘A bit late,’ Piggy repeated in her mind. ‘An hour, is a bit?’
Kermit crossed his skinny legs over one another, and looked up at the sky. “I’ve been extremely busy paying theatre bills, filling needs, and preparing shows. Sometimes the easiest things are difficult for a frog with a- pig friend.”
Piggy blushed anxiously. The glory her soul felt when Kermit referred to her as his “pig friend” was enough to make her heart leap out of her chest. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Honored, she pulled an oatmeal raisin cookie from the basket and offered him sweetly.
“Cookie?”
“No thanks,” he replied. Kermit continued to stare at the stars in a gaze. “You know Piggy; I sometimes wish we could have more time to, well, bond. I know we’ve known each other for years, but I feel like we’re just beginning to reveal ourselves.”
“Oh Kermie,” Piggy responded dreamily. She joined Kermit in staring at the sky by leaning he rather heavy head on Kermit’s torso. The frog didn’t mind. “It isn’t vous’ fault for all the madness and chaos. It is life. Sometimes it can be rather stressful, hmm?
“Yeah, but, we’re engaged. The problem is, I don’t know what to put first. Us, or the Muppets?”
What a complicated question it was. Which aspect should really come first in Kermit’s busy life? The Muppets were a group of diversity, which so happened to consist of chickens, bears, pigs, or whatevers, brought together by the faith of Kermit’s care. Piggy was a single, self-centered diva who required more attention than every Muppet combined. The gang needed a leader, script, and most importantly, place to call home. Piggy demanded constant communication with her lover, expensive clothing and jewelry, and sweet nothings whispered into her ear 24/7! Either road Kermit took, a barrier would stand in his way.
“Well, Kermit. Strangely enough, moi happens to be a, um- Muppet.” Classifying herself under that group hurt Piggy more than old fashion. She felt as if she was much more than that. “So, wouldn’t it be the same choosing the Muppets as your top priority?”
“No, not really,” Kermit responded quickly. He made sure to say it kindly, so that Piggy wouldn’t go into her argumentative mode. “Think about it. We’ll (hopefully), be married in less than a year, Piggy. Once you become my wife, everything will be different. Our relationship as “cast-mates” or whatever will fade away. We’ll be husband and wife each hour of the day.”
“No it wouldn’t! We’d be about show business as always, nothing would change really.” There was an awkward pause between the two. Kermit must’ve been thinking really hard. He finally worked up the guts to express how his deepest thoughts.
“But, sometimes, it’s just that-“Kermit was cut off. An annoying beep occurred sounded from his coat pocket. Piggy lazily brought herself back up to her original position, and sighed. Kermit held up a single, index finger. She folded her arms.
“Kermit The Frog,” Kermit said perfectly. A muttered voice came from the other side of the line. He could easily recognize that it was a female. “Annie, is that you? Wow! Long time, no see! How’s it going over there?”
‘He’d better be talking to the orphan,’ an angry Piggy thought. She began to scratch her flawless skin. Unfortunately, the bugs were beginning to have a party.
“Oh wow, that’s great!” Kermit continued joyfully. “Well, if there’s anything I, I mean we can do to help- what’s that? Oh yes, yes.” Kermit cut his eye at Piggy, and lowered his voice. She was giving him a “put the phone down” kind of stare. He immediately knew he couldn’t chat that much longer. “Alright, well listen. I’m kind of busy at the moment, but as soon as I can I’ll make some arrangements. I’m so proud of your accomplishment! Oh and by the way, if you need a place to stay when you come down, you know who to ask. That’s great. Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Beep!”
Kermit closed his flip-phone, and slid it back into its original place. He thought of a phrase he could use to distract his girlfriend from questioning his limited conversation. “Um, anyways. Do you know what flavor cake you want at our-“
“Save it frog,” Piggy warned him. “Who was that vous was just talking to?”
The frightened frog gulped, as a giant lump had appeared in his throat. Piggy always seemed to take heart to the most insignificant things. She had to know anything and everything that was involved in his life.
“Well see, it was just an old friend calling about the theatre. That’s all.”
“It doesn’t sound like that’s all. Spill it.” Piggy began to unwrap the same oatmeal cookie that Kermit had turned down earlier. She broke it in half, and put the crumbly piece in her mouth beautifully. Afterwards, she closed the basket. Anyone could tell that Kermit was hiding something, even a fool. For some reason, the person he was speaking to wasn’t of Piggy’s list of approval. There were certain folks he had her permission to call, and certain ones she put on “ignore”. Considering the fact that Kermit wasn’t the best with technology, he had no idea on how to take it off.
“Oh come on Piggy, can’t we talk about this later? We’re supposed to be enjoying each other’s company.”
“Pardon? It is vous who answered the phone in the first place! If you had just let it go to voicemail, none of this would have happened. Now, tell me before I leave you here alone in the dark.” Her face was beginning to look furious and red. Kermit warmed himself up to release the unwanted news. He muttered, turning towards the gate he had entered.
“It was Annie Sue,” he said in a deep voice. He hoped Piggy wouldn’t hear him, and ask once more. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Her perked ears had perfect hearing, and she understood well. Suddenly she sat up from her resting point, and scolded.
“Who?!”
“ It was Annie Sue. You know, the pig from-’”
“I obviously know who you’re talking about, and you know that I have,” she paused and flipped her hair. “Certain feelings about her.”
Annie Sue was a young female pig, who Kermit had hired as a singer for the Muppet Show a while back. She was just about the same complexion as Piggy (perhaps a bit darker), and had deep blonde, curly fro. Though very upbeat and kind, she was always seen as a threat to Miss Piggy when she was around. For one thing, it was uncomfortable seeing for her to see someone the exact same species as herself, talented and beautiful, make appearances every now and then. Something in Piggy’s mind, didn’t allow her to accept others who was seen as the same or equal to herself. It also made her almost as green as Kermit, when she received affection and guidance from him. The diva had one half of ownership over her most prized possession, and she would not accept some “fake” to take that away from her. Kermit knew this as well.
“Well, she just called to say that she landed a spot on the Great White Way.”
Everything stopped as Miss Piggy stood up on her wedged sandals and posed for an intense argument. Even the ripples in the pond came to a halt for the moment of truth. Someone was about to get questioned.
“Excuse-moi? You mean to tell me the little brat made it to- Broadway? The place where the greats get to sing, dance and perform?”
“Oh wait, I think I worded it wrong,” Kermit corrected himself, scooting a bit to the right. “She’s sort of landed a spot. Her agent told her that she needs one last reference of experience in order to begin auditions for shows. But apparently, everything else is perfectly in order.” A growl emerged from Piggy’s mouth, which now held her snout.
“As many times as, Ms. Sue performed with us; she still doesn’t have enough experience? Is that the deal?”
“Well,” Kermit. “I-I mean I think that’s what she said.”
“Kermit, I refuse to see her dusty little face in our theatre again! Just think of all the trouble and havoc she caused last time! I know you don’t want to go through any of that now!” She thought carefully about her words as she caught her breath. Our theatre? Technically, wouldn’t the theatre belong to both her and the boss after their marriage? After all, half the money would be coming from her salary as well. As far as the havoc and trouble she mentioned, Piggy knew perfectly well that is was her who was taking things in a negative way. To a certain extent, Annie Sue looked up to Piggy as a true, honest role model of what an actress really looks like. But still, history had its memories that bothered her. Kermit’s face began to look glum.
“Listen, I already explained to her that it was fine if she wanted to observe our next show rehearsal, and then perform in it. We just haven’t discussed the scheduling and details yet. I- I mean we don’t have to-“
“If we don’t have to, then cancel!”
“But, Piggy-“
“CANCEL!”
The romantic night of love and relation was over. It had now turned into a dramatic hour of stress, all because of one little phone call. If only Kermit did allow it to go to voicemail, perhaps the night could’ve gone smoother. Of course he’d be so busy later on that he wouldn’t have the time to check it. Piggy scooped up her basket, yanked the blanket from the grass, and stormed off towards the gate. Her pink convertible was parked right in front. She pulled a ring of keys from her sweater pocket. Kermit didn’t dare to follow; there was too much on his mind already. He had upset his best friend on one of the most important dates of his life, and now had to make a “wise” decision. His heart was telling him to go forward with the planning, and just not tell Piggy anything about it. But his mind was whispering, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” He sat in the park cold, confused, and stumped until midnight, thinking about his next move.