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Would Have Been a Perfect Trip with commentary
Kermit strolled along the sidewalk, chatting with the guest star. He knew there was still a lot to be done at the theater before that night’s show, and he was glad to have some time to talk with her before everything got hectic.
“You know, Ms. Rowling, it’s really a shame that Robin won’t be here,” he said. “He was really looking forward to meeting you.”
“Oh, is he back at the swamp?” J. K. Rowling asked.
“No, actually, he’s with his Frog Scout troop. They’re camping up in Colorado for the week,” Kermit explained. “But we just love to read your books together...”
Meanwhile in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, the frog scouts were proudly wearing their uniforms, on the way to the campsite where they were going to pitch their tents.
“This way, scouts!” Miss Appleby said.
The young scouts grumbled amongst themselves. They had hiked several miles already, they were tired, their feet hurt, their gear was heavy, and they still had two miles ahead of them. And that was assuming they didn’t get lost for a third time under Miss Appleby’s navigation.
Robin was in the lead, and he knew his troop needed a good morale lift.
“I can’t wait to get to the campsite,” he said. “We’re going to have so much fun this week! Right, guys?” He turned to look back at the frogs behind him.
Suddenly the ground fell from beneath them. They dropped several feet to the hard-packed dirt. Then everything went black.
Robin awoke to find himself on a concrete floor, surrounded by his fellow scouts and Miss Appleby, without their gear. They were locked in some sort of jail cell, inside a cold concrete building, with an open door just a few feet away on the opposite side of the cell bars. He looked carefully at the cell door, noticed something, and smiled. The key was still in the lock.
He quickly woke up the rest of the troop. Then he reached through the bars, grabbed the key, and turned it, releasing the lock. He pushed the cell door open, and they all bolted for the outdoors.
“HEY!” a man shouted.
They heard heavy footsteps running behind them. The frogs ran as fast as they could, afraid to look back. The man chased them all through the woods at frightening speeds.
Robin tripped over a loose stone and fell to the ground as the frog scouts raced past him. He started to get up and noticed a gigantic butterfly net coming down on top of him. He hopped quickly out of the way, and the net fell on bare ground. The man lifted it and took aim on Robin’s new position. He hopped just out of the way, and the net fell, lifted, aimed...
The young frog dodged the net repeatedly, hopping to where ever he could to get out of the way. The man with the net chased him a long way through the forest before they broke into a clearing of tall grasses. Seeing the opportunity, Robin leapt with all of his might into the middle of the clearing and held perfectly still. Blend in, he thought. Blend in.
He heard the man’s footsteps trudging through the grass. He’s looking for me, Robin thought. Don’t find me, please, don’t find me.
The footsteps were coming closer, stopping, coming closer, and stopping again. There was a pair of boots right next to him now. Robin slowly looked up. The man was wearing black jeans and a blue button-down denim shirt. He held the net at his waist, looking straight out, examining the grass. Don’t see me, Robin thought. Don’t look down.
The man sighed. “Papa is definitely not going to like this,” he said, and he walked away.
When the footsteps had died away completely, Robin poked his head up from the grass.
Now he had another problem. Where was he, and where was the rest of the troop?
Meanwhile, the other scouts had found their way back to the trail. Miss Appleby took a headcount. “Where’s Robin?” she asked.
The frogs looked around nervously.
“He must have gotten caught!” one of them said. “We have to go and save him!”
“No, David,” Miss Appleby said sternly. “It’s too dangerous. What we have to do is report this to the ranger station.” And she led them back up the trail.
Back at the theater, Kermit stood out in front of the curtain.
“Well folks, it’s time to bring this show to an end. But first, let’s give a warm thank you to our fantastic guest star, Ms. J. K. Rowling!”
Ms. Rowling stepped through the curtain to thunderous applause.
“You know Kermit, I had a great time here tonight,” she said. “It was really wonderful to meet all of you.”
Kermit looked surprised. “All of us? Even Crazy Harry?”
She laughed. “Even Crazy Harry. He adds a whole new meaning to having a blast,” she said.
“Did some one say ‘blast’?” Crazy Harry appeared behind them holding a stick of dynamite.
They laughed.
“We’ll see you next time on The Muppet Show!” Kermit shouted.
BOOM!
They laughed their way off the stage.
A while later, Kermit was talking to Scooter.
“The show was just great tonight, boss!” the go-fer said energectically.
“Yeah, it’s kind of surprising,” Kermit said. “No cancellations, no set or costume problems, no complaints from anybody...”
“Yeah, all we had was those three explosions.”
“Four. One more during the goodnight,” Kermit corrected him.
“Right. But not even big explosions.”
“Yeah. Something almost doesn’t feel right about it.”
They chuckled.
“Well, boss, I’m gonna head for home,” Scooter said.
Kermit nodded. “Right. Looks like just about everybody’s gone now. Props all put away?”
“Yup. We’re all set for next week.”
“Good. I’ll see you later, Scooter.”
“Okay. Have a good night, boss!” the go-fer waved as he walked away.
“You too, Scooter,” Kermit said. Then he sat down at his desk and sighed. The show had gone well. Now if only the paper work would do the same. He picked up his pencil and began to work, enjoying the silence. He was the only one in the theater now. Even Statler and Waldorf had left.
There was complete and utter silence. The only sound was the scratching of Kermit’s pencil on his paper.
Ring ring.
Kermit dropped his pencil, startled.
Ring ring.
He picked up the telephone receiver. “Hello, Muppet Theater,” he said.
“Uh, yes, is this Mr. Kermit the Frog?” A man’s voice came across the wires.
“Yes.”
“Sir, this is Dan Jacobs, head ranger here at Rocky Mountain National Park. I understand your nephew, Robin Frog, was here with his frog scout troop?”
Kermit felt his muscles tense. Something was wrong. “That’s right,” he said.
“Sir, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you...”
commentary Originally I had Kermit talking with Ms. Rowling backstage towards the end of the show, with nothing having gone wrong yet and her asking him where Robin was. But then I realized that would mean the frog scouts got captured, escaped, and made it back to the ranger station in less than half an hour, and that didn't seem possible at all. So, we started in the middle of the day. end commentary
Kermit strolled along the sidewalk, chatting with the guest star. He knew there was still a lot to be done at the theater before that night’s show, and he was glad to have some time to talk with her before everything got hectic.
“You know, Ms. Rowling, it’s really a shame that Robin won’t be here,” he said. “He was really looking forward to meeting you.”
“Oh, is he back at the swamp?” J. K. Rowling asked.
commentary What's kind of sad is that since I'm not into Harry Potter and don't own any of the books, I ended up searching online for the correct spelling of J. K. Rowling's last name. What's kind of funny is that now that I'm typing her name in the commentary, I keep wanting to add an 'f' after the 'rowl' because I'm so used to typing 'Rowlf'. end commentary
“No, actually, he’s with his Frog Scout troop. They’re camping up in Colorado for the week,” Kermit explained. “But we just love to read your books together...”
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Meanwhile in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, the frog scouts were proudly wearing their uniforms, on the way to the campsite where they were going to pitch their tents.
“This way, scouts!” Miss Appleby said.
The young scouts grumbled amongst themselves. They had hiked several miles already, they were tired, their feet hurt, their gear was heavy, and they still had two miles ahead of them. And that was assuming they didn’t get lost for a third time under Miss Appleby’s navigation.
commentary Heh, that was a semi-reference to the camping trip I went on last summer. We divided into three groups for a backpacking trip, and one group got lost twice on the way to the campsite, and then a third time on the way back. They ended up hiking thirty miles in two days. So that's sort of how I imagined the frog scouts about now, except that they've showered recently and it's the middle of the day instead of the middle of the night. end commentary
Robin was in the lead, and he knew his troop needed a good morale lift.
“I can’t wait to get to the campsite,” he said. “We’re going to have so much fun this week! Right, guys?” He turned to look back at the frogs behind him.
Suddenly the ground fell from beneath them. They dropped several feet to the hard-packed dirt. Then everything went black.
commentary Ah! Robin! Oh wait, I wrote this, why am I reacting? Actually I was pretty nervous about this part when I posted it. By that time I had read it out loud to my mom and my cousin, and neither one of them reacted. At all. I was thinking, hello, they just fell through a hole in the ground! Everything went black! The least you could do is gasp. But no, they just gave me a funny look like, yeah? and? So thank you very much to everyone who actually reacted to this. end commentary
Robin awoke to find himself on a concrete floor, surrounded by his fellow scouts and Miss Appleby, without their gear. They were locked in some sort of jail cell, inside a cold concrete building, with an open door just a few feet away on the opposite side of the cell bars. He looked carefully at the cell door, noticed something, and smiled. The key was still in the lock.
commentary Don't you love it when the bad guys make mistakes? It makes life so much easier. end commentary
He quickly woke up the rest of the troop. Then he reached through the bars, grabbed the key, and turned it, releasing the lock. He pushed the cell door open, and they all bolted for the outdoors.
commentary That would be a very difficult sequence to film. Brian Henson mentions in the commentary for Muppet Christmas Carol that it took a lot of takes to show Kermit locking the door. This would be Robin unlocking the door, which is similar, except that now he's reaching around from behind the lock. That would take some doing. end commentary
“HEY!” a man shouted.
They heard heavy footsteps running behind them. The frogs ran as fast as they could, afraid to look back. The man chased them all through the woods at frightening speeds.
commentary That flows much better than how I first wrote it. I was trying to describe everything the footsteps chased them through, and it just felt cluttered. end commentary
Robin tripped over a loose stone and fell to the ground as the frog scouts raced past him. He started to get up and noticed a gigantic butterfly net coming down on top of him. He hopped quickly out of the way, and the net fell on bare ground. The man lifted it and took aim on Robin’s new position. He hopped just out of the way, and the net fell, lifted, aimed...
The young frog dodged the net repeatedly, hopping to where ever he could to get out of the way. The man with the net chased him a long way through the forest before they broke into a clearing of tall grasses. Seeing the opportunity, Robin leapt with all of his might into the middle of the clearing and held perfectly still. Blend in, he thought. Blend in.
He heard the man’s footsteps trudging through the grass. He’s looking for me, Robin thought. Don’t find me, please, don’t find me.
commentary Trudging. I like that word. Oh, and you notice we have no idea what this man looks like yet? That's because Robin doesn't know, either. All Robin knows is there's a man with a giant butterfly net. So that's all we know, too. end commentary
The footsteps were coming closer, stopping, coming closer, and stopping again. There was a pair of boots right next to him now. Robin slowly looked up. The man was wearing black jeans and a blue button-down denim shirt. He held the net at his waist, looking straight out, examining the grass. Don’t see me, Robin thought. Don’t look down.
commentary So now we know what this guy is wearing, but we don't really know what he looks like. I didn't even realize that until I was trying to write the last chapter. So I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you what he looks like, but considering we've gone through the whole story and no one has complained, I think you all have some image of him in your heads that I don't particularly care to disturb. end commentary
The man sighed. “Papa is definitely not going to like this,” he said, and he walked away.
commentary Now this line was actually very hard for me to write. See in Destination: Home, Gina refered to her father as "Dad." In Muppets Take Manhattan, Jenny refers to her dad as "Pop." Now because I'm so crazy, I wanted Junior to call his father something other than "Dad" or "Pop." However the only other thing I could think of was "Papa," and Papa just so happens to be my ninety-two year old grandfather. So it was a little awkward to describe the villain as "Papa," but I'm crazy like that, so... end commentary
When the footsteps had died away completely, Robin poked his head up from the grass.
commentary Isn't that a cute picture, Robin's head poking up in a bunch of tall grass? I think it's cute. Not in these circumstances, of course, but cute. end commentary
Now he had another problem. Where was he, and where was the rest of the troop?
Meanwhile, the other scouts had found their way back to the trail. Miss Appleby took a headcount. “Where’s Robin?” she asked.
The frogs looked around nervously.
“He must have gotten caught!” one of them said. “We have to go and save him!”
“No, David,” Miss Appleby said sternly. “It’s too dangerous. What we have to do is report this to the ranger station.” And she led them back up the trail.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back at the theater, Kermit stood out in front of the curtain.
“Well folks, it’s time to bring this show to an end. But first, let’s give a warm thank you to our fantastic guest star, Ms. J. K. Rowling!”
commentary Yes, now that I know how to spell her name, let's give her a round of applause. Actually at first I couldn't figure out who the guest star would be, because I wanted it to be someone who would ask where Robin was. I considered Robin Williams, but he's kind of impossible to write for. So I picked J. K. Rowling, and ended up not having her ask about Robin anyway. That's life, I guess. end commentary
Ms. Rowling stepped through the curtain to thunderous applause.
“You know Kermit, I had a great time here tonight,” she said. “It was really wonderful to meet all of you.”
Kermit looked surprised. “All of us? Even Crazy Harry?”
commentary The creative process behind this statement: Hm, J. K. Rowling writes Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Crazy Harry... ok. end commentary
She laughed. “Even Crazy Harry. He adds a whole new meaning to having a blast,” she said.
“Did some one say ‘blast’?” Crazy Harry appeared behind them holding a stick of dynamite.
commentary You can't tell me you didn't see that coming. Well I mean you could, but I don't think I would believe you. end commentary
They laughed.
“We’ll see you next time on The Muppet Show!” Kermit shouted.
BOOM!
They laughed their way off the stage.
A while later, Kermit was talking to Scooter.
“The show was just great tonight, boss!” the go-fer said energectically.
“Yeah, it’s kind of surprising,” Kermit said. “No cancellations, no set or costume problems, no complaints from anybody...”
“Yeah, all we had was those three explosions.”
“Four. One more during the goodnight,” Kermit corrected him.
“Right. But not even big explosions.”
“Yeah. Something almost doesn’t feel right about it.”
commentary Now keep in mind I wrote this not long after reading something about how people love the Muppets because they try so hard and everything comes out wrong. So here's Kermit, working off his little froggy behind to get everything right, and it actually works. Of course it's going to feel weird. This is a bit of irony for us- everything's going swell at the theater, because they have no idea that Robin is in deep trouble. end commentary
They chuckled.
“Well, boss, I’m gonna head for home,” Scooter said.
Kermit nodded. “Right. Looks like just about everybody’s gone now. Props all put away?”
“Yup. We’re all set for next week.”
“Good. I’ll see you later, Scooter.”
“Okay. Have a good night, boss!” the go-fer waved as he walked away.
“You too, Scooter,” Kermit said. Then he sat down at his desk and sighed. The show had gone well. Now if only the paper work would do the same. He picked up his pencil and began to work, enjoying the silence. He was the only one in the theater now. Even Statler and Waldorf had left.
commentary Yes, they left, and they left for good. You will notice that they do not talk at all for the entire length of this story. That's called me messing up. end commentary
There was complete and utter silence. The only sound was the scratching of Kermit’s pencil on his paper.
Ring ring.
Kermit dropped his pencil, startled.
Ring ring.
He picked up the telephone receiver. “Hello, Muppet Theater,” he said.
“Uh, yes, is this Mr. Kermit the Frog?” A man’s voice came across the wires.
“Yes.”
“Sir, this is Dan Jacobs, head ranger here at Rocky Mountain National Park. I understand your nephew, Robin Frog, was here with his frog scout troop?”
commentary Dan Jacobs. I think Dan was the name of one of the ranger's who came to that group's rescue, the one I told you about who got lost three times? I'm pretty sure one of the ranger's name was Dan. Don't ask where Jacobs comes from, because I honestly don't know. end commentary
Kermit felt his muscles tense. Something was wrong. “That’s right,” he said.
“Sir, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you...”