Barry Lee
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I havent written or kept up with a muppet story for a long while. I've become more inspired while watching "The Muppet Show" episodes that i have been constantly tuning into all the seasons. (Sort of my goal with this summer that i already finished!) The title "Sweet Revival" is basically a revival in many terms, not only with the muppets, but the relationships with individuals such as Miss Piggy and Kermit, or The Electric Mayhem. Also revivals of family members. The setting takes place in the muppet universe, right now, 2008, in a swamp house. Kermit acquires new land, and builds two houses, one for him & Robin, and one for Fozzie. So we begin at the swamp house, Kermit's, for a dinner party with Robin, and Fozzie, as well as Fozzie's mother, who visits for the weekend.
Note: Sorry the first part of this chapter is short, I am about to eat dinner but I wanted to go ahead and post this part. See what you guys think!
Chapter 1 (Part One):
Mashed Potato Nights
Note: Sorry the first part of this chapter is short, I am about to eat dinner but I wanted to go ahead and post this part. See what you guys think!
Chapter 1 (Part One):
Mashed Potato Nights
"Pass the peas please...ahh get it, PEAS PLEASE!"
The clitter clatter of jingling bowls swifts around the short ruby wooden circular table made of oak.
"Uncle Kermit," a young beedy eyed green frog sighs, "What's for desert?"
"Robin," with a firm reply as he passes the peas to Fozzie, "you need to eat your mashed potatoes first!"
The eager young frog, Robin groans as if it was the end of the world finishing the creamy buttery helping of potatoes served to him. As Fozzie sprinkles peas onto the china, his mother raises a glass and raises her voice as well.
"Too all good health, and to a new muppet revival!"
Dead silence arose. So silent the crickets outside seemed as loud as a live rock concert with booming bass. Robin clatters outside as Kermit gulps.
"Um Ma, were taking a break." Fozzie explains to Emily, a now 80 year old bear in a wheelchair after surgery to her legs.
Emily swishes her glass of wine.
"Well I had a talk with the theater downtown... and you guys are hired for a show next month. I'll be your manager." Emily bares with a grin as she wipes her mouth with a pink clothed napkin of silk.
Fozzie's mouth drops and Kermit excuses himself from the dinner table. Little did Kermit or Fozzie realize, but the night would become much more crazier. As Fozzie ducks his head and drops his hat on the ground. A loud racket can be heard from miles away, as the sound drew closer to the house, everything started to shake.
Robin busted inside as the front door slammed and squeaked as it closed, with his eyes wide open.
"Uncle KERMIT! LOOK OUTSIDE!" Robin shouted.
Kermit bolts onto the front porch. With a slight smirk, and anxious weary feeling.
The clitter clatter of jingling bowls swifts around the short ruby wooden circular table made of oak.
"Uncle Kermit," a young beedy eyed green frog sighs, "What's for desert?"
"Robin," with a firm reply as he passes the peas to Fozzie, "you need to eat your mashed potatoes first!"
The eager young frog, Robin groans as if it was the end of the world finishing the creamy buttery helping of potatoes served to him. As Fozzie sprinkles peas onto the china, his mother raises a glass and raises her voice as well.
"Too all good health, and to a new muppet revival!"
Dead silence arose. So silent the crickets outside seemed as loud as a live rock concert with booming bass. Robin clatters outside as Kermit gulps.
"Um Ma, were taking a break." Fozzie explains to Emily, a now 80 year old bear in a wheelchair after surgery to her legs.
Emily swishes her glass of wine.
"Well I had a talk with the theater downtown... and you guys are hired for a show next month. I'll be your manager." Emily bares with a grin as she wipes her mouth with a pink clothed napkin of silk.
Fozzie's mouth drops and Kermit excuses himself from the dinner table. Little did Kermit or Fozzie realize, but the night would become much more crazier. As Fozzie ducks his head and drops his hat on the ground. A loud racket can be heard from miles away, as the sound drew closer to the house, everything started to shake.
Robin busted inside as the front door slammed and squeaked as it closed, with his eyes wide open.
"Uncle KERMIT! LOOK OUTSIDE!" Robin shouted.
Kermit bolts onto the front porch. With a slight smirk, and anxious weary feeling.