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Chapter 8
“Did you make the calls?” asked the man as he took of his trench coat and went over to his mahogany desk.
“Yes.”
“And all the networks understand that when the Muppets come with their proposal, they are not to be put on the air.”
“Well most,” the young assistant started nervously wringing his hands together.
“What do you mean most?”
“Well, KMUP, that specializes in the children’s public service announcements, wasn’t answering.”
“I don’t think we have anything to worry about from them just yet. That’s a fine upstanding station that has kept themselves in line. But keep trying to reach them, I want them to hear about this directly from the source.”
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“La, la, la. La, la, la”
“Big Bird, will you please come over hear and help me re-hang this.” Kermit patiently asked his six year old friend.
“Oh, sure Kermit.”
Across the theater, Gonzo was searching for punishment as his fist made a resounding clang, clang, clang against a trash can.
“What do you want?” Demanded the green occupant inside.
“Well, I thought you would enjoy having these glass shards that are left over from when I played the 1812 overture backwards while hopping on a bed of glass and juggling sixteen flaming bowling balls.”
“Hmm, yea, yea, I would. Now Scram!” Oscar said grabbing the loot and disappearing into his abode.
“Kermit, how long before these Fraggle creatures come?” Amber called down from the balcony where she was polishing Statler and Waldorf’s rail. She had sent the two to their apartment to take a nap and stop nagging the Muppets at their attempts to clean up the theater.
“Any minute now I should think. After all, Scooter has almost finished moving everything away from their hole.”
“Hey Kermit,” called Fozzie from backstage, “Clifford wants to know when he should come over for the meeting.”
“When everyone is here I will let him know and we’ll discuss how to change the KMUP programming then.”
Amber listened to the banter of everyone in the theater. For a group that had been unable to contact each other for so long, they were still very close knit. Some of them were even what Gonzo described as “old friends who just met.”
“Hey Amber, what are you thinking about?” Robin asked her as he brought her a meatball sandwich that the Swedish Chef had made.
“Oh, not much.”
“Have you though about singing a song with me during the special?”
“Robin, I don’t know how?”
Robin hopped onto the arm of one chair to get closer to her.
“I’ve heard you practicing as you get ready to come to theater in the mornings. If you let Rowlf and Kermit help you, you’ll do fine. We’ve all got to start somewhere.”
“Do you really think I can do it?”
Before Robin could answer they were interrupted by the arrival of two groups at once.
“Get the party started, the rest of us have arrived and I’m looking for the beautiful ladies, hokay!”
“Hey, Bert, this sure brings back memories doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yea, Ernie, it does.”
“Dance your cares away, worries for another day . . .”
All work was forgotten as everyone converged once again in celebration.
“Did you make the calls?” asked the man as he took of his trench coat and went over to his mahogany desk.
“Yes.”
“And all the networks understand that when the Muppets come with their proposal, they are not to be put on the air.”
“Well most,” the young assistant started nervously wringing his hands together.
“What do you mean most?”
“Well, KMUP, that specializes in the children’s public service announcements, wasn’t answering.”
“I don’t think we have anything to worry about from them just yet. That’s a fine upstanding station that has kept themselves in line. But keep trying to reach them, I want them to hear about this directly from the source.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“La, la, la. La, la, la”
“Big Bird, will you please come over hear and help me re-hang this.” Kermit patiently asked his six year old friend.
“Oh, sure Kermit.”
Across the theater, Gonzo was searching for punishment as his fist made a resounding clang, clang, clang against a trash can.
“What do you want?” Demanded the green occupant inside.
“Well, I thought you would enjoy having these glass shards that are left over from when I played the 1812 overture backwards while hopping on a bed of glass and juggling sixteen flaming bowling balls.”
“Hmm, yea, yea, I would. Now Scram!” Oscar said grabbing the loot and disappearing into his abode.
“Kermit, how long before these Fraggle creatures come?” Amber called down from the balcony where she was polishing Statler and Waldorf’s rail. She had sent the two to their apartment to take a nap and stop nagging the Muppets at their attempts to clean up the theater.
“Any minute now I should think. After all, Scooter has almost finished moving everything away from their hole.”
“Hey Kermit,” called Fozzie from backstage, “Clifford wants to know when he should come over for the meeting.”
“When everyone is here I will let him know and we’ll discuss how to change the KMUP programming then.”
Amber listened to the banter of everyone in the theater. For a group that had been unable to contact each other for so long, they were still very close knit. Some of them were even what Gonzo described as “old friends who just met.”
“Hey Amber, what are you thinking about?” Robin asked her as he brought her a meatball sandwich that the Swedish Chef had made.
“Oh, not much.”
“Have you though about singing a song with me during the special?”
“Robin, I don’t know how?”
Robin hopped onto the arm of one chair to get closer to her.
“I’ve heard you practicing as you get ready to come to theater in the mornings. If you let Rowlf and Kermit help you, you’ll do fine. We’ve all got to start somewhere.”
“Do you really think I can do it?”
Before Robin could answer they were interrupted by the arrival of two groups at once.
“Get the party started, the rest of us have arrived and I’m looking for the beautiful ladies, hokay!”
“Hey, Bert, this sure brings back memories doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yea, Ernie, it does.”
“Dance your cares away, worries for another day . . .”
All work was forgotten as everyone converged once again in celebration.