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I've got Kleenex and a copy of "Halfway Down the Stairs", but my teddy's been in storage for a whileTogetherAgain said:
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Chasing Robin
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What Happened?
Robin could feel his grip slipping from the bus fender. He had been holding on for a long time. But now daylight was fading and the last thing he wanted to do was let go while the bus was still moving.
But he didn't have a choice.
There was a bump, and the young frog was sent flying off. He landed right in the middle of the lane and crawled to his feet.
"Wait," he told the bus. "Stop." But of course the bus didn't listen.
Robin looked behind him, where Doc and Junior Hopper were sure to come from. He looked ahead of him, where the bus had already disappeared. There was only one thing to do, and that was to walk.
The Cadillac arrived in Palmer Lake late in the evening. They scanned the streets, but there was no sign of Robin or of Hopper.
"What was the place Robin was at called?" Rowlf asked.
"The Closet Pipe Diner," Kermit said.
"It's right there!" Gonzo said, pointing out the window.
"Oh good, a diner," Rizzo said. "I'm starving."
The two Lisa's were the only people in the diner. The older one was putting the chairs up on the tables to make for easier sweeping, and the younger one was wiping down the counter. They were laughing about something when the door opened and a frog led in a bear, a pig, a dog, a rat, and a... whatever.
"Excellent timing," the older Lisa said. "Ten minutes later and we would have been closed. What can we do for you?"
"We're looking for my nephew," Kermit sad. "He said he was in here earlier today, he's a little frog scout-"
"And he left this here," the younger Lisa interrupted, producing Robin's abandoned pack from behind the counter.
Kermit's face fell as he took the pack in his hands. Did Robin have anything now?
"Can I get some food?" Rizzo whined.
"Moi am a bit hungry," Miss Piggy said.
"Me too," Rowlf said.
"We haven't had dinner yet," Gonzo reminded them.
The older Lisa hurried behind the counter. "I'll start the grill back up," she said.
"What can I get you guys?" the younger Lisa asked.
"Kermit, why don't you order first," Rowlf said.
Kermit shook his head a little, still looking at the pack in his hands. "I don't want anything," he said.
"But, Kermit, you haven't eaten all day," Fozzie said.
"I'm not hungry," Kermit said.
"Kermie?" Miss Piggy said softly, "Please eat something."
He looked sadly up at her, then to the rest of his friends, and then at Lisa. "I'll take a salad," he said, and he looked back down at the pack. While the others ordered, he opened the pack and rummaged through it, looking for something. He started taking things out and setting them on the counter. A compass, a map, a flashlight, a clean set of clothes, it was all just standard camping gear. The pack could have belonged to anyone had it not been for the name tag on the front flap. When Lisa went back in the kitchen, the other muppets turned to Kermit, and he looked up at them, nervous.
"The box," he said. "The box is gone."
"What box?" Rowlf asked.
"The... the box," Kermit said. "The box I gave him for his birthday. It... It was a wooden box for him to keep things in. He brought it with him, but it... it's not here."
Fozzie put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Maybe he still has it with him," he said.
Kermit nodded a little, putting everything back n the pack, hoping that Fozzie was right. But somehow, he doubted it.
It was a bright sunny day in the city. A young boy was riding his brand new bicycle, with his mother walking just a few feet behind him.
"Come on, Mama!" the boy said as he sped forward. "Hurry up!"
"Slow down, Junior!" his mother said.
"I bet you can't catch me!" he called back.
"JUNIOR!" she shouted, "Wait for me at the corner. Did you hear me? Stop at the corner!"
He heard her, yes. But he had no intention to listen. He didn't have to! He was a big boy now, five years old already. He didn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He got to the corner and kept going, right across the street.
His mother saw the truck. "JUNIOR! NO!" she shouted. She raced after him.
Junior reached the other side of the road and stopped. He turned to look back at his mother, a smile on his face. He didn't know that he had narrowly missed getting hit by the semi-truck.
She hadn't. She looked him in the eyes as the truck hit her at full force and kept going. The driver never even saw her.
Junior awoke in a cold sweat. he was still in the truck, pulled over to the side of the road, his father still snoring in the passenger seat.
Junior got out of the pick-up truck, walked around to the back, and sat in the truck bed. He looked up at the stars, holding back tears.
"I'm sorry, Mama," he said.
Robin was walking along the side of the road. He was exhausted. His feet hurt, and they were slowly growing heavier and heavier. He wasn't sure how much farther he could go, or how much longer he could stay awake. But deep inside, he could almost hear Uncle Kermit encouraging him, telling him he could do it, he could keep walking, just a little more, and a little more, and a little more. All he had to do was try.
So he kept walking.
He pulled the picture out of his breast pocket and looked at it as he walked. "I'll keep going, Uncle Kermit," he said. Then he yawned. He tucked the picture back in his pocket. Maybe it would help to sing. Something relaxed, to fit his exhaustion. He hummed the opening bars, and began to sing.
"Halfway down the stairs
is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair
quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair
where I always-"
He tripped and fell. "Stop," he coughed, finishing the line. He got back on his feet and kept going.
"Halfway up the stairs
isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
it isn't in the town."
He wondered why the stars seemed to be bluring together.
"And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run 'round my head."
A thick darkness was slowly closing in on him. It would have been so easy to lay down and go to sleep. but he had to keep going. He had to. He HAD to! So he fought the darkness.
"It isn't really anywhere..."
With a sudden swiftness, the darkness surrounded him. He fell face down on the ground. He didn't get up.
The darkness had won the fight.
Robin could feel his grip slipping from the bus fender. He had been holding on for a long time. But now daylight was fading and the last thing he wanted to do was let go while the bus was still moving.
But he didn't have a choice.
There was a bump, and the young frog was sent flying off. He landed right in the middle of the lane and crawled to his feet.
"Wait," he told the bus. "Stop." But of course the bus didn't listen.
Robin looked behind him, where Doc and Junior Hopper were sure to come from. He looked ahead of him, where the bus had already disappeared. There was only one thing to do, and that was to walk.
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The Cadillac arrived in Palmer Lake late in the evening. They scanned the streets, but there was no sign of Robin or of Hopper.
"What was the place Robin was at called?" Rowlf asked.
"The Closet Pipe Diner," Kermit said.
"It's right there!" Gonzo said, pointing out the window.
"Oh good, a diner," Rizzo said. "I'm starving."
The two Lisa's were the only people in the diner. The older one was putting the chairs up on the tables to make for easier sweeping, and the younger one was wiping down the counter. They were laughing about something when the door opened and a frog led in a bear, a pig, a dog, a rat, and a... whatever.
"Excellent timing," the older Lisa said. "Ten minutes later and we would have been closed. What can we do for you?"
"We're looking for my nephew," Kermit sad. "He said he was in here earlier today, he's a little frog scout-"
"And he left this here," the younger Lisa interrupted, producing Robin's abandoned pack from behind the counter.
Kermit's face fell as he took the pack in his hands. Did Robin have anything now?
"Can I get some food?" Rizzo whined.
"Moi am a bit hungry," Miss Piggy said.
"Me too," Rowlf said.
"We haven't had dinner yet," Gonzo reminded them.
The older Lisa hurried behind the counter. "I'll start the grill back up," she said.
"What can I get you guys?" the younger Lisa asked.
"Kermit, why don't you order first," Rowlf said.
Kermit shook his head a little, still looking at the pack in his hands. "I don't want anything," he said.
"But, Kermit, you haven't eaten all day," Fozzie said.
"I'm not hungry," Kermit said.
"Kermie?" Miss Piggy said softly, "Please eat something."
He looked sadly up at her, then to the rest of his friends, and then at Lisa. "I'll take a salad," he said, and he looked back down at the pack. While the others ordered, he opened the pack and rummaged through it, looking for something. He started taking things out and setting them on the counter. A compass, a map, a flashlight, a clean set of clothes, it was all just standard camping gear. The pack could have belonged to anyone had it not been for the name tag on the front flap. When Lisa went back in the kitchen, the other muppets turned to Kermit, and he looked up at them, nervous.
"The box," he said. "The box is gone."
"What box?" Rowlf asked.
"The... the box," Kermit said. "The box I gave him for his birthday. It... It was a wooden box for him to keep things in. He brought it with him, but it... it's not here."
Fozzie put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Maybe he still has it with him," he said.
Kermit nodded a little, putting everything back n the pack, hoping that Fozzie was right. But somehow, he doubted it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was a bright sunny day in the city. A young boy was riding his brand new bicycle, with his mother walking just a few feet behind him.
"Come on, Mama!" the boy said as he sped forward. "Hurry up!"
"Slow down, Junior!" his mother said.
"I bet you can't catch me!" he called back.
"JUNIOR!" she shouted, "Wait for me at the corner. Did you hear me? Stop at the corner!"
He heard her, yes. But he had no intention to listen. He didn't have to! He was a big boy now, five years old already. He didn't need anyone to tell him what to do. He got to the corner and kept going, right across the street.
His mother saw the truck. "JUNIOR! NO!" she shouted. She raced after him.
Junior reached the other side of the road and stopped. He turned to look back at his mother, a smile on his face. He didn't know that he had narrowly missed getting hit by the semi-truck.
She hadn't. She looked him in the eyes as the truck hit her at full force and kept going. The driver never even saw her.
Junior awoke in a cold sweat. he was still in the truck, pulled over to the side of the road, his father still snoring in the passenger seat.
Junior got out of the pick-up truck, walked around to the back, and sat in the truck bed. He looked up at the stars, holding back tears.
"I'm sorry, Mama," he said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Robin was walking along the side of the road. He was exhausted. His feet hurt, and they were slowly growing heavier and heavier. He wasn't sure how much farther he could go, or how much longer he could stay awake. But deep inside, he could almost hear Uncle Kermit encouraging him, telling him he could do it, he could keep walking, just a little more, and a little more, and a little more. All he had to do was try.
So he kept walking.
He pulled the picture out of his breast pocket and looked at it as he walked. "I'll keep going, Uncle Kermit," he said. Then he yawned. He tucked the picture back in his pocket. Maybe it would help to sing. Something relaxed, to fit his exhaustion. He hummed the opening bars, and began to sing.
"Halfway down the stairs
is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair
quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair
where I always-"
He tripped and fell. "Stop," he coughed, finishing the line. He got back on his feet and kept going.
"Halfway up the stairs
isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery,
it isn't in the town."
He wondered why the stars seemed to be bluring together.
"And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run 'round my head."
A thick darkness was slowly closing in on him. It would have been so easy to lay down and go to sleep. but he had to keep going. He had to. He HAD to! So he fought the darkness.
"It isn't really anywhere..."
With a sudden swiftness, the darkness surrounded him. He fell face down on the ground. He didn't get up.
The darkness had won the fight.
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Yay darkness! Oh sorry, were we supposed to be rooting for Robin?
Well, maybe if he'd finished his song... just maybe...
Truly touching Lisa on two fronts. Must thank the Chef and his veggies back at the dorms for letting me in on the flashback scene. Or at least alerting us as to who we should rully be saddened about in this chapter.
Yeah, you let that clue drop back there... About the same place you let the bicycle crash.
Well, maybe if he'd finished his song... just maybe...
Truly touching Lisa on two fronts. Must thank the Chef and his veggies back at the dorms for letting me in on the flashback scene. Or at least alerting us as to who we should rully be saddened about in this chapter.
Yeah, you let that clue drop back there... About the same place you let the bicycle crash.
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<turns to teddy bear>The Count said:
How did I know he was going to say something like that? And where have all my readers gone? Why isn't anyone else saying anything? <sigh> I'll just have to go outside and write some more...
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Wow...
Powerful. Simply amazing.
Poor Robin...
Now he's keeping people in suspense in two fan-fics at once.
Powerful. Simply amazing.
Poor Robin...
Now he's keeping people in suspense in two fan-fics at once.
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Yes, he's quite the busy little frog, isn't he? Actually, that's sort of how I recover. I see Robin hurt or in trouble in your fanfic, and I go write a happy part in mine. It works surprisingly well. "What, Elmo stole Robin's brain? Oh that's alright, because now he's getting a free meal at The Closet Pipe Diner."
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I like how you put yourself into the mix. Im on the edge of my seat and now im waiting for Kermit and Robin to be reunited. Great story. More please 
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I'm here! Don't worry! I still like it, I just hadn't had time to gather my thoughts and didn't want to post another response like "excellent chapter!" Not that it wasn't an excellent chapter, I just wanted to be more specific. Anyway, I really like it. Halfway Down the Stairs was very touching and the scene with Junior's dream was heartwrenching! Keep it up!TogetherAgain said:
