Chapter Forty-Four
Kermit scurried off the stage from yet another introduction and found himself wrapped in Miss Piggy's arms.
"Oh!" He looked at her. "Hi-ho."
"Hi Kermie," she said softly with a sweet smile, pretending her eyes weren't plunging deep into his and trying to measure just what, exactly, was going through his sweet froggy mind.
Uh-oh. He gulped. "Um- you're on next, you know."
"Mm-hm," she said. She made no move to release him, or to stop measuring his eyes.
Oh good, he thought to himself.
Well since you know that, could you please let me go so I can make sure Gonzo knows to distract you now? ...I really hope you have no idea how much you want to let go of me right now. Sheesh, how would I NORMALLY react to this?
She pulled him closer and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. "Ready for the number?" she whispered.
He held onto her and nodded. "I think so," he said quietly. He earnestly looked into her eyes. "Do you think it'll work?"
She gave him a brief but tender kiss. "Kermie?" she whispered. "I think
everything is going to work tonight."
He gulped. Did she know- "Um-"
She felt his stiffened muscles and grinned. So there
was something-
The act came off the stage.
"Better get out there," Kermit said.
"Mm-hm!" She headed for the stage. "Wish me luck!"
"You're not the one who needs it!" he quietly called after her. When she was safely out of earshot, he added, "I am." He turned around to see a blue-nosed weirdo. "Gonz-"
"Don't worry, Kermit!" Gonzo said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I've got everything under control! ...Except for the asparagus and cream cheese."
"Oh good, that has nothing to do with it," Kermit said, relieved.
"Are you
kidding?" Gonzo said. "That has
everything to do with it! How do you expect me to distract her?"
"By just interrupting the act!" Kermit said.
"Well of course, I'm gonna do that, Kermit," Gonzo said. "But I'm gonna do it with
style!"
"Sheesh." Kermit scrunched up his face. "Just don't get her angry."
"But Kermit," Gonzo said, "That's the best way to distract her."
"Yes, but then I have to deal with it while
you go run for cover," Kermit said.
"Well-"
"Just get out there." Kermit pushed him towards the stage.
Kermit sighed, looked around, darted to the spare dressing room, shot to the vanity, yanked the drawer open, and pulled something out. He looked at it for a moment, closed the drawer, and darted behind the stage, where a hanger was waiting with something on it.
"Here goes nothing," he mumbled to himself. He put the thing he had grabbed in a pocket of the thing on the hanger, and looked over the garment with something akin to admiration. "One part of the night's for you guys," he said quietly, "And the other part is for me." He nodded, bolted back to his desk, and peered out to see just how much chaos was being created on stage.
He smiled. Chaos was certainly exactly what it was, and unidentifiable chaos, at that. But the audience seemed to love it.
He wasn't sure he could say the same for Miss Piggy.
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"Kermie, why weren't you back stage during the skit?" Miss Piggy crossly demanded as she came off stage.
Uh-oh. He gulped.
"Did vous
see what happened on that stage?"
"I saw, Piggy, I-" His mind raced. "Um- I was just putting my uniform back stage," he said.
She folded her arms and sighed. "That set will
never be the same..."
"Um- no, but- it's just a set," he said quickly. "I mean, uh- it's replaceable. You know?"
She eyed him carefully. "Yes-"
"Don't worry about it, dear- you'd better go get changed, though," he said. "Y'know, um- closing number soon."
She stared at him. "Yes, very soon," she whispered. She obediently went to her dressing room door, but before going in, she turned. "Scooter?" she said to the go-fer, who was emerging from who-knows-where.
"Uh- yeah Piggy?" Scooter said nervously.
"What was he really doing?" she asked quietly.
He gulped. "Um- he was putting his uniform backstage?" he said quickly.
She smiled. "Scooter?" She said sweetly. "It was all ready there." And with that, she went into her dressing room and closed the door.