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*ahem* Ladies and germs, this next chapter's main scene was the brain-child of Layla and myself... so it's not all my fault! Oh, and sorry it's a short one... but I'll more than make up for it in the upcoming chapters! Enjoy!
Chapter 26
Kermit was wondering where the cards were—and then he saw Scooter and Dr. Teeth rushing inside and suddenly escorting everyone from Sesame Street out into the backyard.
He was about to get up to question the flashy musician, but then remembered his voicemail from Mickey. He gulped lightly then got up from the couch and pulled Fozzie away from the group. Fozzie looked around nervously. “Something wrong Kermit?" the bear asked.
“No," said Kermit. “Well… okay, that’s not entirely true.”
Fozzie bit his bottom lip. “What is it?" he asked.
“It’s about the script," Kermit whispered so no one else in the room could’ve possibly overheard.
Fozzie perked up. “Do you need some help writing some jokes for it?"
Kermit smirked. “Not exactly," he said. “It’s just… well, Mickey called me earlier.”
“What’d he say?" Fozzie asked.
“He… well… he wants me to bring the script in on—”
Kermit was interrupted by the bursting open of the front door. He was not as surprised as he should’ve been when Skeeter, Janice, and Camilla appeared in the hallway facing the living room.
Clifford flipped off his sunglasses and stared at Skeeter skeptically. “Yo, Skeet, what’re you girls doin’ here anyhow?" he asked.
“Gentlemen," said Skeeter, addressing the crowd. “Tonight’s entertainment has arrived!"
The men (dogs, frogs, bears, whatevers, etc.) exchanged glances. “But Dr. Teeth said he—” Sal blurted out.
Dr. Teeth came running back into the living room just in time. “I said I would handle the entertainment!" he shouted defensively.
“Brawk bawk," Camilla clucked. “Bragawk byuck baw.”
“Right, no one’s handling this entertainment except Kermit," Skeeter insisted.
Kermit stared at Skeeter with a worried look glazed upon his eyes. Then his gaze shifted to Dr. Teeth and Scooter—mostly Scooter—as it turned into a glare.
By now the girls were moving into the room. “Like, take a seat, Kermit! You’re rully gonna need to be sitting down fer this one," Janice said, grabbing Kermit by his shoulders and lightly pushing him back onto the couch.
Out, out, out! Kermit rehearsed in his head. Out, out, OUT! He repeated. He wasn’t sure who he’d be saying this to—Scooter, Dr. Teeth, the girls, and the “entertainment” all seemed like logical choices at this point.
Kermit heard pointed heels clack against the hardwood floor of the Boarding House hallway. He gulped audibly and sunk down in the couch, afraid to turn around. I’m sorry, but my fiancé, you see, would KILL you if I even considered— no… too wimpy.
The heels clicked along the living room floor and grew louder as they approached the couch. She must be gorgeous, Kermit thought. No one’s making any remarks—they must be stunned!
Across the room, Fozzie fainted into Rowlf’s arms. The dog shook his head and chuckled lightly. Well both of those things are to be expected in this situation, Kermit thought.
There was a light tap on his head. A single finger tap-tap-tapped between his eyes. He gulped again. “Thank you for your time, but I’m afraid—”
Kermit looked up.
Miss Piggy looked down.
“Hello Kermit," the entertainment told the frog. “Vous lied to moi.”
Kermit was twitching uncontrollably and his words weren’t coming out even though his mouth was moving.
“Mm-hm," Miss Piggy said, nodding slowly. “And now, frog, it’s time to get what’s come to you.”
Miss Piggy pulled back and was behind the couch again. Kermit straightened up slightly, but was sunk back down again like a battleship when Miss Piggy made her way in front of the couch.
She was wearing her outfit from The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz—the Wicked Witch of the West. The leather jacket, the slick black gloves, the shining black rubber pants, the boots, the hat…
The hat was the first to come off.
Piggy reached atop her head, pulled off the hat, spun it towards Kermit’s head like a Frisbee, and landed it safely on his eyes.
“I—I thought the monkey gets the hat," Johnny sputtered.
Sal shook his head slowly, his mouth and eyes wide open. “I don’t want the hat, Johnny.”
“You wanted entertainment," Miss Piggy announced to her audience as she pulled off the jacket in one swift move, revealing a revealing sleek black tube top.
“Yie!"
That was the sound Kermit made when he leapt from the couch to spread his arms in front of Piggy.
“Is there a problem Kermie?" Miss Piggy asked innocently, a gleam of evil flickering in her eye.
“‘Is there a problem Kermie?u201D Kermit asked in a huff, not moving his arms (even though they didn’t cover much—being so spindly and all). “Of course there’s a problem!" he shouted, his voice cracking. “You’re—and everyone’s—but I’m—GARGH!"
Skeeter handed Miss Piggy her jacket, holding back her laughter. “Here ya go boss," she said, mimicking Scooter.
Miss Piggy slipped the jacket back on around her shoulders and zipped it up. She patted Kermit’s head. “You did well Kermie," she said.
Kermit was stunned. “You—you planned this?" he asked.
“Well duh," Piggy said, adjusting her gloves. “Vous didn’t expect moi to—” she cut herself off laughing lightly. She cleared her throat. “I had to make sure the entertainment was up to standards," she said.
“Whose standards?" Rizzo asked.
“Yeah, the USDA?" Floyd asked, laughing heartily.
Sam Eagle—who was hiding in a coat closet somewhere as soon as Miss Piggy entered—swept out into the living room. “Do not compare the greatest country on Earth to that… display!" he shouted.
“And just what does the ‘D’ stand for?" Clifford asked.
Sam looked around without turning his head. “Umm… Distinguished," he decided.
Miss Piggy kissed Kermit on the cheek and started walking out of the living room with Skeeter, Janice, and Camilla following. “Enjoy the rest of your party boys," she told the group. “And don’t give moi a reason to come back.”
“Are you sure?" Kermit croaked out unexpectedly (even to him).
Miss Piggy swiveled around and grinned smugly at her frog. “Positive," she said.
Miss Piggy and the ladies turned and swept out the door.
Fozzie finally came to and wobbled a bit, trying to keep his balance he rubbed his head. “What’d I miss?" he asked woozily.
Rizzo sighed. “Nothin’…” he said.
“Well d’ere was something," Pepe said. “But nothing important, hokay.”
“I think Kerm liked it!" Clifford said.
“Fine," Pepe huffed. “One frog—forty of us, hokay. Jou do de math.”
“Math?" asked The Count as the Sesame Street gang entered the living room again. “I just love math! Adding, subtracting! Ah! Beautiful numbers!"
“Hi everybody," Big Bird said to the group. “We finished saying the alphabet.”
“Twice," Telly said.
“And once backwards," Luis added. “Boy, do I have a headache…”
“Ahh!" Fozzie shouted. “You’re a regular letter-head! Wocka! Wocka!"
Kermit pulled himself together as Sesame mayhem mixed with the regular Muppet mayhem (not just the Electric kind) and made his way next to Fozzie. “Erm… Fozzie?"
“Oh, Kermit! Hi! Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned for the frog.
Kermit smiled. “Just fine Fozzie—fantastic even," he said.
“Good!" Fozzie said. He looked around, and then whispered, “So what did Mickey say?"
“He wants the script done in a month," Kermit said.
Fozzie scratched his ear. “But I thought you were almost done.”
“Oh I am," Kermit reassured the bear. “It’s just… he wants to have a meeting to go over the script with Jason and Nick.”
“And…?"
“And they can only do it in exactly one month.”
The bear was, needless to say, not following. “Meaning…?"
“That’s the day of the wedding Fozzie!" Kermit said.
“Oh," Fozzie said calmly. “OH!" he shouted, turning a few heads. He quieted down again, “Oh…”
“My thoughts exactly," Kermit said.
“What’re you gonna do?" Fozzie asked, worriedly.
Kermit sighed. “I was hoping you had some sort of idea.”
Fozzie rubbed the back of his head. “Well… it’s the only day they can meet with you?"
Kermit nodded. “That’s what Mickey said.”
“What did you say?"
“Oh, I didn’t get to talk to him," Kermit explained. “He just left a message.”
“Hmm…” Fozzie said. “Have you called him back?"
“No," Kermit said, shaking his head. “I needed time to think.”
“Well what are you thinking?"
“I’m thinking that I need to meet with them," Kermit said point-blank.
“And miss the wedding?" Fozzie asked.
“No, no, of course not," Kermit said. “I just… might be a little late.”
“Well…” Fozzie said. “Then I’m going to be a little bit late too!" he declared.
“Fozzie?"
“Yep, Kermit, I’m going with you!" Fozzie said proudly.
“Aw, Fozzie," Kermit said, patting his best friend on the arm.
Fozzie shrugged. “But I do have a big part in the movie, right?" he asked.
Kermit scrunched up his face. “Fozzie!"
Chapter 26
Kermit was wondering where the cards were—and then he saw Scooter and Dr. Teeth rushing inside and suddenly escorting everyone from Sesame Street out into the backyard.
He was about to get up to question the flashy musician, but then remembered his voicemail from Mickey. He gulped lightly then got up from the couch and pulled Fozzie away from the group. Fozzie looked around nervously. “Something wrong Kermit?" the bear asked.
“No," said Kermit. “Well… okay, that’s not entirely true.”
Fozzie bit his bottom lip. “What is it?" he asked.
“It’s about the script," Kermit whispered so no one else in the room could’ve possibly overheard.
Fozzie perked up. “Do you need some help writing some jokes for it?"
Kermit smirked. “Not exactly," he said. “It’s just… well, Mickey called me earlier.”
“What’d he say?" Fozzie asked.
“He… well… he wants me to bring the script in on—”
Kermit was interrupted by the bursting open of the front door. He was not as surprised as he should’ve been when Skeeter, Janice, and Camilla appeared in the hallway facing the living room.
Clifford flipped off his sunglasses and stared at Skeeter skeptically. “Yo, Skeet, what’re you girls doin’ here anyhow?" he asked.
“Gentlemen," said Skeeter, addressing the crowd. “Tonight’s entertainment has arrived!"
The men (dogs, frogs, bears, whatevers, etc.) exchanged glances. “But Dr. Teeth said he—” Sal blurted out.
Dr. Teeth came running back into the living room just in time. “I said I would handle the entertainment!" he shouted defensively.
“Brawk bawk," Camilla clucked. “Bragawk byuck baw.”
“Right, no one’s handling this entertainment except Kermit," Skeeter insisted.
Kermit stared at Skeeter with a worried look glazed upon his eyes. Then his gaze shifted to Dr. Teeth and Scooter—mostly Scooter—as it turned into a glare.
By now the girls were moving into the room. “Like, take a seat, Kermit! You’re rully gonna need to be sitting down fer this one," Janice said, grabbing Kermit by his shoulders and lightly pushing him back onto the couch.
Out, out, out! Kermit rehearsed in his head. Out, out, OUT! He repeated. He wasn’t sure who he’d be saying this to—Scooter, Dr. Teeth, the girls, and the “entertainment” all seemed like logical choices at this point.
Kermit heard pointed heels clack against the hardwood floor of the Boarding House hallway. He gulped audibly and sunk down in the couch, afraid to turn around. I’m sorry, but my fiancé, you see, would KILL you if I even considered— no… too wimpy.
The heels clicked along the living room floor and grew louder as they approached the couch. She must be gorgeous, Kermit thought. No one’s making any remarks—they must be stunned!
Across the room, Fozzie fainted into Rowlf’s arms. The dog shook his head and chuckled lightly. Well both of those things are to be expected in this situation, Kermit thought.
There was a light tap on his head. A single finger tap-tap-tapped between his eyes. He gulped again. “Thank you for your time, but I’m afraid—”
Kermit looked up.
Miss Piggy looked down.
“Hello Kermit," the entertainment told the frog. “Vous lied to moi.”
Kermit was twitching uncontrollably and his words weren’t coming out even though his mouth was moving.
“Mm-hm," Miss Piggy said, nodding slowly. “And now, frog, it’s time to get what’s come to you.”
Miss Piggy pulled back and was behind the couch again. Kermit straightened up slightly, but was sunk back down again like a battleship when Miss Piggy made her way in front of the couch.
She was wearing her outfit from The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz—the Wicked Witch of the West. The leather jacket, the slick black gloves, the shining black rubber pants, the boots, the hat…
The hat was the first to come off.
Piggy reached atop her head, pulled off the hat, spun it towards Kermit’s head like a Frisbee, and landed it safely on his eyes.
“I—I thought the monkey gets the hat," Johnny sputtered.
Sal shook his head slowly, his mouth and eyes wide open. “I don’t want the hat, Johnny.”
“You wanted entertainment," Miss Piggy announced to her audience as she pulled off the jacket in one swift move, revealing a revealing sleek black tube top.
“Yie!"
That was the sound Kermit made when he leapt from the couch to spread his arms in front of Piggy.
“Is there a problem Kermie?" Miss Piggy asked innocently, a gleam of evil flickering in her eye.
“‘Is there a problem Kermie?u201D Kermit asked in a huff, not moving his arms (even though they didn’t cover much—being so spindly and all). “Of course there’s a problem!" he shouted, his voice cracking. “You’re—and everyone’s—but I’m—GARGH!"
Skeeter handed Miss Piggy her jacket, holding back her laughter. “Here ya go boss," she said, mimicking Scooter.
Miss Piggy slipped the jacket back on around her shoulders and zipped it up. She patted Kermit’s head. “You did well Kermie," she said.
Kermit was stunned. “You—you planned this?" he asked.
“Well duh," Piggy said, adjusting her gloves. “Vous didn’t expect moi to—” she cut herself off laughing lightly. She cleared her throat. “I had to make sure the entertainment was up to standards," she said.
“Whose standards?" Rizzo asked.
“Yeah, the USDA?" Floyd asked, laughing heartily.
Sam Eagle—who was hiding in a coat closet somewhere as soon as Miss Piggy entered—swept out into the living room. “Do not compare the greatest country on Earth to that… display!" he shouted.
“And just what does the ‘D’ stand for?" Clifford asked.
Sam looked around without turning his head. “Umm… Distinguished," he decided.
Miss Piggy kissed Kermit on the cheek and started walking out of the living room with Skeeter, Janice, and Camilla following. “Enjoy the rest of your party boys," she told the group. “And don’t give moi a reason to come back.”
“Are you sure?" Kermit croaked out unexpectedly (even to him).
Miss Piggy swiveled around and grinned smugly at her frog. “Positive," she said.
Miss Piggy and the ladies turned and swept out the door.
Fozzie finally came to and wobbled a bit, trying to keep his balance he rubbed his head. “What’d I miss?" he asked woozily.
Rizzo sighed. “Nothin’…” he said.
“Well d’ere was something," Pepe said. “But nothing important, hokay.”
“I think Kerm liked it!" Clifford said.
“Fine," Pepe huffed. “One frog—forty of us, hokay. Jou do de math.”
“Math?" asked The Count as the Sesame Street gang entered the living room again. “I just love math! Adding, subtracting! Ah! Beautiful numbers!"
“Hi everybody," Big Bird said to the group. “We finished saying the alphabet.”
“Twice," Telly said.
“And once backwards," Luis added. “Boy, do I have a headache…”
“Ahh!" Fozzie shouted. “You’re a regular letter-head! Wocka! Wocka!"
Kermit pulled himself together as Sesame mayhem mixed with the regular Muppet mayhem (not just the Electric kind) and made his way next to Fozzie. “Erm… Fozzie?"
“Oh, Kermit! Hi! Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned for the frog.
Kermit smiled. “Just fine Fozzie—fantastic even," he said.
“Good!" Fozzie said. He looked around, and then whispered, “So what did Mickey say?"
“He wants the script done in a month," Kermit said.
Fozzie scratched his ear. “But I thought you were almost done.”
“Oh I am," Kermit reassured the bear. “It’s just… he wants to have a meeting to go over the script with Jason and Nick.”
“And…?"
“And they can only do it in exactly one month.”
The bear was, needless to say, not following. “Meaning…?"
“That’s the day of the wedding Fozzie!" Kermit said.
“Oh," Fozzie said calmly. “OH!" he shouted, turning a few heads. He quieted down again, “Oh…”
“My thoughts exactly," Kermit said.
“What’re you gonna do?" Fozzie asked, worriedly.
Kermit sighed. “I was hoping you had some sort of idea.”
Fozzie rubbed the back of his head. “Well… it’s the only day they can meet with you?"
Kermit nodded. “That’s what Mickey said.”
“What did you say?"
“Oh, I didn’t get to talk to him," Kermit explained. “He just left a message.”
“Hmm…” Fozzie said. “Have you called him back?"
“No," Kermit said, shaking his head. “I needed time to think.”
“Well what are you thinking?"
“I’m thinking that I need to meet with them," Kermit said point-blank.
“And miss the wedding?" Fozzie asked.
“No, no, of course not," Kermit said. “I just… might be a little late.”
“Well…” Fozzie said. “Then I’m going to be a little bit late too!" he declared.
“Fozzie?"
“Yep, Kermit, I’m going with you!" Fozzie said proudly.
“Aw, Fozzie," Kermit said, patting his best friend on the arm.
Fozzie shrugged. “But I do have a big part in the movie, right?" he asked.
Kermit scrunched up his face. “Fozzie!"