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It's funny you should mention that, cause a new part is coming up. And yes, I am working on Schotsky's, so hopefully I'll get something for you a little later today. Here's more Mup Adventures.Hi, do you have any more fic for us hungry readers? We'd love another piece of this Muppet Adventures, since Kermit has to pick up some mayo on his way home.
Back on the Kidman estate, Fozzie was asking an all too important question.
“You think I should go home and change?”
“Yes,” Piggy nodded, though the crossing of her arms hardly meant that she was in agreement. “About two hours ago. We don’t have time for you to change!”
“But…but…” the bear fretted. He pulled at his tie and exclaimed, “She can’t see in me in…in…this! It makes me look shabby!”
“I have been saying that for years and you’re only listening to me now?”
“Oh my gosh!” the bear panicked, pacing back and forth in the living room. “I should’ve thought ahead! What’ll I do?”
“Calm down for one thing,” Piggy huffed. She then proceeded to travel down the hall, where Fozzie wondered what she was doing, when she reappeared with something in her hand. “Here,” she said, thrusting what now looked to be a jacket in the furry hands. “Wear this.”
“Where’d you get this?”
“Fozzie!” the diva exclaimed. “Don’t ask questions! Just put the jacket on!”
Doing as he was told, Fozzie immediately put on the jacket, noting that it was a silky black that felt very soft against his fur. “Oooh!” he cooed. “Comfy.”
Piggy looked at him, quite surprised how good the bear looked in a smoking jacket. “I have to admit,” she murmured, looking the bear a few times. “You actually decent in a smoking jacket. May have to consider giving you one as a present.”
“With a pipe?” the bear asked, excitedly.
“No,” Piggy replied, before looking at him in confusion. “Wait, why?”
“I just feel this would look good while holding a pipe.”
The retort that was waiting on her lips actually died out as she considered what he had said. “What the hey?” she shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
The two stood, looking around at their handy work. All the pictures that could be taken down were and quickly hidden in places where only they would be able to find them. “I think we might actually be able to pull this off,” Piggy stated. “There’s only one problem with this plan though.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re a horrible liar.”
“That’s what I have you for.”
“True that,” Piggy agreed. “However, even I admit to not being my best at the moment.”
“Well,” Fozzie began. “We’ll…we’ll just keep it simple. Like, you’re my wealthy neighbor who came over to wish me luck on my latest comedy tour in New York, where I’ll meet my secret lover. My secret married lover!”
Piggy looked at him, incredulously. Who knew the bear had the imagination of a lunatic? “Why don’t I just be your next door neighbor?”
“Yeah,” Fozzie nodded. “I suppose that could work.”
[hr]
“You are now under house arrest.”
Receiving a call from Gonzo wasn’t exactly a surprise, however receiving said call when the weirdo should have been resting and receiving the call from his very own home phone had sent Kermit right back to his home, this time with help.
“Yeah,” Rizzo replied, hands on his hips. “And I’m da warden.”
Trying to find someone at the last minute while trying to corral acts was probably one of the most difficult things Kermit had ever done. Rizzo was really the last person that Kermit wanted alone with Gonzo in his home, but he was desperate. Really, really desperate. So snagging the rat, the two headed over to the house to find out why Gonzo was calling in the first place.
Whatever Kermit thought Gonzo was doing was nothing in comparison to what they found him actually doing – despite having a concussion, the daredevil was up and about, dressed in his normal stuntman attire, however he also seemed to be covered in…mayonnaise.
“Come on, guys!” Gonzo exclaimed, crossing his arms in a pout. “I’m fine! You know I bounce back better after a concussion. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like all those latent ideas I have are knocked loose and let free into the open!”
“I’m convinced something is knocked loose,” Kermit muttered.
“And the last thing we need is to let it run free into the open,” Rizzo added.
“Gonzo,” Kermit started. “I don’t want to hear another word. From this point on, you are under house arrest. The two of you are not to touch anything, eat anything, or steal anything; I think we are all aware of the consequences should Piggy find out that you’ve been here. Now, I am going back to the theatre and so help me, if I hear one more word about whatever it is you plan on doing or thinking about planning on doing here, I will kill you. Both. Better yet, I will get Piggy to kill you! And I won’t stop her. Now, goodbye.”
And with that, Kermit the Frog left his house for the third time that day with the hope – the deepest, deepest hope - that he wouldn’t need to return until an actual appropriate time.
“Can you believe that guy?” Gonzo asked, smiling while shaking his head.
“The little guy has a lot of problems,” Rizzo agreed. “Least of all being you.”
“You mean you,” the weirdo retorted. “Wanna see why I’m covered in mayo?”
“Letch,” Rizzo preened, his voice in a falsetto. “You’ve tried that line on me before.”
Gonzo smirked. He still didn’t know why he and Rizzo were such good friends, but he was glad to have the little rat on his side when it counted. “Wrong,” he stated. “I’ve tried that line on Camilla before and she was a lot more receptive than you’re being right now.”
“Alright,” Rizzo begged, covering his ears. “I don’t care what Kermit says, I’m looking for some bleach to erase that image from my mind.”