Oh my god! I love this! Sunny is one of my favorite sitcoms and this is one of the best episodes. I had never thought of it, but this plot does work great with the Muppets. Can't wait to see what spin you put on the Jay Leno tickets, lol.
CTO! What up buddy!?
I actually skipped the Leno ticket scene, but I have decided to make this a better, more thought out story - similar to what I did for Bogen County Bruhaha - and placed it within what I call the Muppets Season 2 outline. I'll post those and something you'll enjoy with Rowlf later.
And speaking of, here's your conclusion to this!
Kermit continued his complaints, even as he was pushed out of the way by a pig on a mission. “I cannot believe you people,” he hissed, making his way to the door. “No regards for the law. At all!” Sneaking out and heading back towards their closet sanctuary, Kermit was glad he had at least liberated the walkie from Piggy. Now he could try and talk some sense into the idiots sitting outside in the car. Right as he went to push the button, it was clear that Gonzo and Fozzie were already in the midst of a conversation.
“I say we just leave right now,” Gonzo was saying. “It’s clear those guys are gonna get caught. I mean, Scooter’s gone crazy with that whip.”
“Right?” Fozzie replied. “I mean, that kid’s gonna pop someone’s eye out. If it wasn’t for Piggy’s big speech about saving history and all that, I don’t think I’d be here.”
“Of course you wouldn’t be!” Gonzo insisted. “None of us would! But look, I think we need to just cut our losses. We need to get out of here and I mean like far away, just in case Piggy survives, cause she will hold a grudge.”
“Oh!” Fozzie exclaimed. “We could finally open that leather shop in Arizona we’ve been talking about!”
“Hey!” Kermit interrupted, not at all liking what he was hearing. “Do not take off without us. And a leather shop? In Arizona? The state’s average temperature is 120 degrees, almost year round. You would go out of business in a week’s time.”
The sound of the toilet flushing stopped Kermit.
“Piggy’s flushed the toilet,” he wondered out loud, stunned that his girlfriend – who literally learned most of her crime solving techniques from the various detective shows she watched – would take such a risk.
“We’re not…” Fozzie tried to save the conversation, though he did throw a look to Gonzo. “We are totally not leaving you, Kermit. We were just…you know what? I think you’re right, I think we just take our leave here.”
“I am not leaving until I get those jewels,” countered Scooter.
“If you’re going to leave, you leave the boy,” Kermit said. He was startled when the closet door opened, thankfully it was just Piggy. “What is wrong with you?” he spat. “Do you want to get caught?”
“Well you had me all freaked out about DNA,” she huffed. “Which Moi doesn’t even know why she was listening to you, I know more about crime scene forensics. Anyways, what’s going on there?”
“They’re going to ditch us,” Kermit replied, angrily and shaking the walkie in his fist. He could faintly hear Gonzo and Fozzie still arguing before one of them realized they still had their finger on the speak button. “They’re trying to ditch us to run leather shops in Arizona.”
“A leather shop in Arizona?” Piggy looked at him incredulously. “They would be out of business in a week’s time.”
“Thank you!”
“Hey guys,” Scooter piped up. He stood in the room of a child, assumedly a little girl thanks to the decorations and stuffed animals around. He had managed to stumble into it when he heard the homeowner return. He had just walked out from his hideout before noticing that there was a suitcase on the bed as well.
“There’s a suitcase sitting on the bed and I bet you the jewels are in here,” he continued. “No one would suspect a child of smuggling in priceless jewels out of the country.”
“Let it
go, Scooter!” Kermit hissed.
“I don’t think a leather shop is a bad idea.”
“Oh my god,” the frog sighed, listening as – once again – Gonzo and Fozzie were suddenly back on trying to ditch them. Looking to Piggy in exasperation, he said, “I can’t get
anyone to focus.”
“You just gotta split them up,” she said, taking the walkie back. “Hey Fozzie? Hey it’s Piggy. Say, how come Gonzo’s the only one that gets to hit the button on the walkie?”
Back inside the Studebaker, Fozzie had a peculiar look on his face. Why
didn’t Gonzo let him push the button? It was bad enough the stunt weirdo sat and ate a bag of chips in front of him without even offering and when the comic had asked, Gonzo had denied him chips. All because he hadn’t felt like chips when they had stopped off to get the walkie talkies.
“Let me get back to you on that,” he replied, watching as Gonzo released the button.
Back inside, Scooter was rifling through the little girl’s suitcase, trying to find the elusive jewels that they had stormed the house for in the first place. Finding a stuffed elephant packed on the side, the manager initially didn’t think anything of it until he picked it up and felt something hard within. “Guys,” he said, excitedly. “There’s something in this elephant and I bet it’s the jewels.”
Taking the initiative, Scooter began to tear into the elephant. However, what he had thought could be a jewelry case was actually a voice box, which immediately went off, with the animal stating “Hi! I’m Evie!” before the doll began to make the familiar ‘trumpet’ sound of larger pachyderms. Surprised by the noise, Scooter tried his best to silence the sound, before finally stomping on it, and whipping it quietly.
Back in the closet, Kermit and Piggy were horrified at the amount of noise that they could easily hear from their location. That also meant it could be heard throughout the house. “That is an
ungodly amount of noise!” Kermit shrieked, trying to keep his calm.
Blessedly, the sounds died down until they were greeted with silence again. The two waited for a few minutes, certain that the closet doors would open and they would be met with the face of the home owner or worse, the home owner
and the police. When nothing happened after about five minutes, the two looked at each other inn confusion.
“
How have we not been caught?” Piggy asked, surprised.
The doors to the closet finally opened, startling both occupants until they relaxed when they discovered who the intruder was. “Fozzie!?” Kermit exclaimed. “What’re you doing here?”
The bear comic nodded to both, smiling at them as though he was just passing them by on the street. “So Gonzo was being a jerk,” Fozzie complained. “You know, not letting me push the button on the walkie-talkie and then, like, he wouldn’t give me any chips earlier. I mean, that’s just rude, right? I would’ve shared
my chips with him. In fact, you know what, I have! I have totally shared chips and cake with him.” Huffing, the bear muttered, “Jerk.”
Kermit and Piggy stared at one another, before looking at Fozzie, and then looking at each other again.
“So he can sneak in, but we can’t sneak out?” Piggy asked, exasperatedly.
“Okay,” Kermit sighed. “Obviously, this is a lost cause. We’ll try talking to the boy again, but we’re leaving him.” Turning back to Fozzie, he asked, “Fozzie, how did you get in?”
“The front door.”
Again, the pig and frog just stared at the bear.
“The front door?” asked Kermit.
“You just walked in through the front door?” Piggy asked.
“Well…” Fozzie began, looking between them. “I mean, I had a little pep in my step, but yeah. I probably would’ve been here earlier, but I didn’t know which closet you guys were in and there are a ton of closets in here. Actually, now that I think about it, you guys could’ve gone through the front door instead of going up the trellis.”
Another a minute of silence passed before Kermit said, “I’m beginning to think that we should…just walk out the front door.”
Apparently agreed, the trio had just opened the door to walk out when they heard a new voice emerge in the situation.
“Mommy! I’m home!”
Quickly stepping back into the closet, Kermit immediately push the button on the walkie. “Gonzo!” he hissed. “There’s a little kid in the house now! A little head’s up, being our lookout and all.”
“Kermit, can you hold on for a second?” he asked.
“Welcome to Charley’s, would you like try our new Charley Chicken sandwich?”
“Yeah, actually,” Gonzo replied.
“Would you like the sandwich or the meal?”
“Let’s go with the meal,” he said. “But could I have curly fries instead of regular ones?”
“Gonzo!”
“One second.”
“That’ll be $7.29 at the next window.”
“Thanks much.”
“You are a horrible lookout,” Kermit chastised. “And now we are trapped in here because you have gone to get another lunch!”
“I’m just around the corner,” the stunt weirdo said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll be back in like two seconds. And don’t worry. I came up with a really good plan to get you guys out of there. I’m gonna be a traveling plumber and I’ll tell them I’m going door to door, selling services, you know. Like my previous job.”
The frog was completely irritated, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered, because all he wanted was to leave. “You know what?” he sighed. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t care, just get back here.”
There were sounds of movement going on, thankfully downstairs however, the voices were coming closer, as mother and daughter began to climb the stairs. “Ginger, how would you like to go to the beach every day?”
“Really!?”
“Absolutely!” said the home owner. “I’ve already packed your bag. It’s in your room.”
“Did you pack Marmo?” the girl asked.
“No, I packed Evie.”
“But I don’t want Evie, I want Marmo!” the girl whined.
“Well, go get him cause we’re gonna leave in a little bit.”
Looking at each other, Kermit immediately hit the button to notify Scooter. “Scooter! Little girl is coming your way!”
“I’m on it,” the manager said. “If she sees me, I’ll whip her in the face!”
“There is absolutely no need for that!” Kermit stressed, looking in horror at the others.
“We have got to get that whip away from him,” Piggy said. “We should have never given him that whip in the first place. That was a bad idea.”
“This whole thing is one big
bad idea!” the frog cried.
“Oh you know what?” Gonzo interrupted, pulling up to the pickup window. “I’ll do it with a Swedish accent.”
“Why?” asked Piggy. “There is no reason to do that. These people don’t know who you
are!”
“Okay, I’ll have you know I get recognized on a daily basis,” the stunt weirdo huffed. “So the accent is needed.”
“The accent is
not needed,” Kermit insists. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t even need to come to the door. You just need to bring
the car back so we can get into it!”
“You could call the police,” Fozzie said, his face scrunched in anger. “And report that you’ve stolen my car!”
“Oh my god, we do not have time for this!” Kermit shouted. “Gonzo, get back here!” Pointing at Fozzie and Piggy, he said, “You two come with me because we are leaving
right now and I swear, Gonzo if you are not outside by the time we leave, we are having you
arrested!”
Not waiting for the answer, the frog pushed his way past the pig and bear to head out of the closet, before turning and heading towards the stairs, not caring if his companions are right behind him or not. “There is nothing weird or suspicious or malicious going on here,” he mutters. “This is a nice family, who are obviously planning a nice vacation, and we have just so
very conveniently broken into their house because we obviously have
nothing better to do during the day! Which is surprising, because we
should be doing a show, but what’re we doing instead?
Breaking into people’s houses!”
The back staircase was slightly hidden, a second path taken to the second landing, while the front staircase was a prominent feature as you walked through the front door. As far as Kermit was concerned, he was done and the further away from this thing the better. Coming through the side path, Kermit made a deliberate stride towards the front door, only to – once again – be stopped in the act of escaping when the doorbell rang.
Uncharacteristically, both Piggy and Fozzie heard him mutter a swear word before back peddling into both of them. Luckily, Fozzie remembered the nearby closet that was situated under the stairs, pushing the frog inside and going in himself, leaving Piggy to eaves drop. The home owner had already rushed down the front stairs to open the door, greeting the visitor.
“Marcus!” she said, breathlessly. “What took you so long?”
“Ran into some traffic on the way.”
“Mommy? What’s Marcus doing here?”
“We’re gonna be going to the beach together,” replied Marcus.
“Without Daddy?” asked the little girl.
“Well, I’ll be your new daddy.”
“Oh boy,” Piggy mumbled, quickly entering the closet and closing the door behind her. “Not good,” she whispered to her companions. “The woman’s having an affair and they’re taking off for the beach!”
“That’s great!” Fozzie said, causing the two to look at him. “If they’re gone, then we don’t need to sneak around. We can escape! Or we can look for those jewels.”
“Forget about the jewels!” the two exclaimed.
The sound of a car screeching its way into the driveway was faintly heard before the front door was opened and slammed. “Marcus! I knew it!!
“Dave!? What’re you doing here?”
“Despite what you may think,
I live here!” cried Dave. “I’ve suspected for a while now, but I had hoped I was wrong. How could you
do this to me!?”
“Oh, this is bad,” Kermit grimaced.
“Wife’s cheating on him, family’s falling apart, we’re in his house trying to steal his jewels,” Fozzie added, ignoring the looks Piggy and Kermit threw at him. “This is just not his day.”
“Alright, everyone shut up!” Dave shouted, silencing
everyone in the house. “Now. Why don’t we just sit down and talk this out? And I don’t care if it takes all night…”
All night!?
The occupants in the downstairs closet inwardly groaned. They had already spent nearly two hours within the house as it was. “All night?” Piggy asked. “Kermit, I can’t. I can't do all night. I don’t have it in me.”
“Okay,” Kermit began. “You know what? Let’s just walk out the front door. They probably won’t even notice.”
“They have a lot going on right now,” Fozzie supplied.
“Exactly,” the frog nodded. “Let’s go.”
The three slowly opened the closet door, hearing the murmured conversation within the living, and began to take the steps towards the door. The living room was opened, allowing for easy sight to the front door, but the group within were so involved, they initially didn’t see the trio leaving until the frog stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of the family.
And the family caught sight of them.
“Hello,” Kermit said, smiling nervously at the group.
The door suddenly opened, revealing Gonzo as he walked in. “Hello! I am a Swedish plumber and I am…”
“Gonzo…” the frog waved him off, showing that the family was already aware of their presence. The stunt weirdo also stared into the living room, noting the trio of adults, with the small little girl sitting on her father’s lap.
“Dave?”
“Gonzo?”
“Hey guy!” Gonzo said, smiling at the father. “How’s it going? Gosh, I haven’t seen you since…oh! That night in ‘Cisco. And look at you now! This your family?”
“Gonzo,” Kermit interrupted. “Dave has a lot going on right now, so…really don’t think now is a great time for conversation.”
“Right,” he said, thinking the frog was talking about them being in the house and not Dave’s
other problem. “Right! Well, you know, we were just…just cruising down Trenton and saw the house and…you know.”
“This isn’t Trenton,” Dave said, still shocked at having
more people in his house.
“What’s that now?”
“This isn’t Trenton,” Dave repeated. “The street, I mean. This isn’t Trenton Ave, it’s Thorton Road.”
“Oh!” Gonzo said, looking the others. “We’re at the wrong house.”
“Of course we are,” Kermit replied, sarcastically. “Cause that explains a lot.”
“Scooter, we’re out of here!” shouted Fozzie.
The sounds of footsteps coming down signaled the sounds of Scooter coming into the room, shocked to see his co-conspirators standing in the front hallway and a group of others sitting in the living room. Leaning around the comic, Piggy told Scooter, “We’re in the wrong house.”
The page nodded. “That explains a lot.”
“Well…” Kermit said, waving his hands in a nervous tick. “We’ll uh…we’ll just be going now. Um… good luck with…all of this. Best wishes…to everyone, obviously, involved and…yeah.”
The group began to head out, with Fozzie throwing a “You have a lovely home” which Piggy quickly agreed with, as she ushered the others outside before closing the door behind her.
Once outside, the group stood in silence, not sure what their next course was. “So, who was our navigator for this trip?” asked Kermit.
“Um…that…that was me,” Scooter admitted, shyly.
“Okay,” the frog replied. “Well, you suck at it, so…never again.”
“It was weird they were fish, right?” Piggy asked.
“No, that was weird,” Kermit said, leading the others towards the car.
“That was not expected,” Fozzie added.
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