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Still writing Don't give up on me guys--it's just taking longer to get to opening night than I thought because of a whole new wrinkle. Will post more tonight and think I can clear the logjam for opening night to post it tonight.

Chapter 21: Surprises Scooter ran into Kermit outside the sound booth. “Hey Scooter—I’m just going to get Robin. Who’s up now?” “Johnny’s on stage for Christmas All over the World’ with the Amy Lu and Gloria Jean and Sally Ann and Laura May.” He looked at Kermit. “How do you think this is...

Ooh--and Leyla, come and hang out with me an Piggy in our dorm room. Just move a pile of Piggy's clothes off of any soft surface (bed, couch, comfy chair) and crash as long as you need to. I'm off to crashland myself!!!

Apparently, I'm a big fat liar. I'm dying here of sleep deprivation and I'm not quite done with opening night. Tomorrow. Opening night tomorrow. Happy birthday, Sara!

Chapter 20: Funny doin's back stage Fozzie had been more than elated to shed his backstage responsibilities once Scooter had come to the rescue, but force of habit and the still-remembered adrenaline rush he’d received when Pepe had arrived made him stop some ten feet away from the big...

Opening night coming up, um, tonight. Um, or at least before I turn in, which could be after midnight.

She shifted her weight as enticingly as she could, which was very enticingly indeed. Are you KIDDING? WHO ELSE COULD IT BE! YEA! Yea for Lisa joining the rest of us gals in the ushy-gushy arena. (And no, guys, that is NOT like pudding wrestling.)

Stop posting and post already! Hey--this is your, um, well, let's see. You've all already got mothers, and I don't have any of you in class.... Hmmm.... Ah ha! No...that won't work either.... Darn. So just post already, won't you, guys? (Beau--I'm working my way toward visions in the, um...

I was all excited because I saw you had posted, but it was not more story. *bummed* More story! MORE STORY! P.S. Corrected my dumb mistake in "Advice on writing fan fiction." Sorry, sorry, and how-stupid-was-I sorry!

Well said. I actually tried to write a better explanation after Java's post, but failed miserably. You, however, did a lovely job of explaining. I sometimes think of my fictional offspring as children. Like my real children, they come with a will of their own and I cannot always bend them to...

Yes, I find that characters take on a life of their own whether they are yours are other people's characters. I've been noticing something about all of us that write fanfic, but I've been debating about whether or not to say it lest I get shot by a million penquin cannons or pelted with stale...

Chapter 19: Conspiracies Scooter poked his head around the doorway of the kitchen. “I know, Honey,” Mabel was saying, ladling soup into a sipping bowl for Beaker. “It’s the same wherever you go.” Beaker sighed and nodded. “Mee mee Mo Mee Mo Mo Meep.” Mabel stopped and put a hand on her...

How perfectly silly of me. I left out the segment with Dr. Honeydew and Kermit last time. S'okay, s'alright, but here it is, along with a few more unexpected twists....

Welcome home, dear. Hope your trip was awesome but very glad to have you home safe. Looking forward to new posts!

Editorial notes (I really try to resist the urge stage direct but sometimes I just can't help myself.) If you've never heard "Baby It's Cold Outside," (words & music by Frank Loesser) you need to know that the second phrase in italics is sung/spoken over the top of the previous nonitalicized...

Chapter 18: Something Important Rowlf barreled through the end of A Christmas Song, his paws flying over the white and black keys. After the last note had died away, Piggy looked at Kermit unhappily. “Kermit, I don’t think this is working.” Kermit frowned. “Me either,” he admitted. He...

Ooh--yes, I did spot them! (I think I was looking at them somewhere where I couldn't post a reply, but I did see them and like them.) What a fun carload full of estrogen we must have been! And with Christmas songs to boot!

Loved the cherries getting cheered up--only the Swedish Chef would use Fozzie's act to cheer up depressed fruit. (If happy cherries make cherries jubilee, do Bing cherries sing White Christmas? Just a thought....) I especially liked the heckling of "those two old men in the balcony."...

Ooh, ooh! Don't tempt me! I might write you into the story! You wanna go to Vegas, Edvard, darlink? Anybody else wanna go? I'm working on an idea....

Piggy: (bringing a cup of hot tea to Catherine and setting it by her elbow) Here you go, roomie. (Catherine sits back and looks at it. Looks at Piggy. Blinks. Rubs eyes.) Hm! Still there. For a moment I thought I might have been halucinating. Piggy: Ha ha. Catherine: (taking sip of...