• Welcome to the Muppet Central Forum!
    You are viewing our forum as a guest. Join our free community to post topics and start private conversations. Please contact us if you need help.
  • 50th Anniversary Celebration
    Read fan reactions and let us know thoughts on Sesame Street's 50th anniversary special. The show debuts on PBS next Sunday at 7|6c and an official DVD is on the way.
  • 50 Years and Counting
    Read our review and discuss with fans the highly anticipated Sesame Street "50 Years and Counting" DVD set from Shout Factory featuring over five hours of beloved moments.
  • "Muppets Now" announced for Disney+
    It's finally official. A new, unscripted short-form series, “Muppets Now”, is coming to Disney+ in 2020. Let us know your thoughts on the Muppets big announcement.
  • The Dark Crystal: "Age of Resistance"
    After a 36 year wait, return to the great conjunction. The Dark Crystal "Age of Resistance" is a mesmerizing and beautiful prequel series now on Netflix. Renew your essence today.
  • Music is Everywhere
    Muppet Central Radio is now on TorontoCast, TuneIn and Apple Music. Listen to Muppet music 24/7 wherever you go with TuneIn and Apple apps and devices.

Desert Delay

WebMistressGina

Well-Known Member
Joined
Mar 26, 2012
Messages
877
Reaction score
627
The fact that this is a Southwest flight greatly upsets me. Flew with Southwest last year, great service. They have an open seating arrangement, so long as you have a ticket for a flight, you can pick whichever seat you want and that's your seat. Plus they flew us faster to our destination, at least it felt like we got there faster.
I know, I know, I love Southwest too, hence why I used them. It was an airline I was familiar with.

You just gave me a delightful image of Denise to work with in me mind's imagination thanks to Gonzo seeking an audience with His Majesty, the Frog.
Well, unlike the show, I'm trying to actually add her into things. Unfortunately for her, she's not gonna last long, but it kinda defeats the purpose of having Kermit be in a committed relationship with someone who isn't Piggy and not show so called relationship.

Patron tequila, hoo boy. I is familiar with the effects that has on someone.
Well, luckily they picked the vodka, but the alcohol was there for a purpose.

Intereschting schtuff with Piggy's family. Now I see why you were asking about that in the Oneshots thread. Maybe Andy & Randy learned something from working on Muppets Tonight, cause they've been kept as silent backgrounders on The Muppets so far. *Leaves couple of graveyard brownies for Gina.
Actually, Piggy's fam was gonna be used in something else, which I have decided - at some point when I finish the ever growing list of things I have - is going to be an actual Piggy Mupp Adventure instead of part of another story I had written out.

That adventure - title not yet known - was gonna be heavy on Piggy's family and get into a little background on our Divine Miss P. Needless to say, it'll be more dramedy than the current comedic adventures Miss P usually has.

So it's Monday and that means I have some actual work to do, but we'll see if I can put some time into the next section for you.

And what will that feature, you say?

Well, now that we know what the group was doing the rest of Thursday and the start of Friday, we'll check back in to our passengers on Flight 3546. Did they survive? Where exactly did they crash? What made them crash?

Up next!

[thank you for brownies!!!!]
 

The Count

Moderator
Staff member
Joined
Jul 12, 2002
Messages
30,909
Reaction score
2,767
Heh, actually meant I has an awesome mental fanart image of Denise now thanks to the exchange in the above posted story segment. Hope to read when you've got the next piece ready. :wink:
 

WebMistressGina

Well-Known Member
Joined
Mar 26, 2012
Messages
877
Reaction score
627
Hello hello! Sorry for the lateness, but here's your next segment!



50 miles outside of Eagle Mountain, CA

Ten minutes after the crash of Flight 3546


Silence.

Not even the chirping of birds sounded in the afternoon air in the desert that surrounded the literal ghost town of Eagle Mountain, CA. Back in 1948, this was an actual town; it was the beginnings of what would turn into the Kaiser Permanente health maintenance organization, thanks in part to town founder Henry J. Kaiser. The town actually managed to last well into the 2000’s until the last of its citizens all moved on, leaving the city as a modern day ghost town.

Several miles outside of this remote city were the remains of the former Flight 3546. After flying overhead, the plane experienced a sudden and violent fall from the sky before pilots had been able to control its descent; it wasn’t much, but enough that the continued falling was evened out and instead of smashing into the ground with the force of an explosion, the plane touched down hard before spinning, breaking apart, and both pieces coming to rest on the desert floor. Miss Piggy, star of stage and screen and current host of Up Late with Miss Piggy had closed her eyes as the plane began to fall and had been afraid to open them until they had finally stopped.

While she had never been a religious pig by any means, the diva was convinced that she would open her eyes and she’d be surrounded by big, fluffy clouds, angels with harps, and a big pearly gate; the other option was being surrounded by fire and brimstone and every horrible nightmarish idea she could possibly imagine. But when those baby blues opened, she was neither in the clouds or down below, but still in the seat she had been in when she had first gotten on the plane. Looking around, there seemed to be light streaming in from the front of the plane, a lot more than she would have expected from when they had first entered.

Just as everything seemed to slow down as they fell out of the sky, they seemed to speed back up, forcing her brain to catch back up to the reality. Reality told her that she had just been in a plane crash; she had just survived a plane crash. Soon, she was checking to make sure everything was where it should and nothing was damaged or bleeding…after a few pats, she realized she was fine. A quick feel of her face made her wince upon touching her left eye, but other than that, she was okay.

Looking around to her left, she was surprised to see the two teen boys and their father that had been sitting next to her starting to stir; they also seemed to be alright. Looking back confirmed that those who had been sitting in the back were also alright. Turning quickly back to her own companions, Piggy surveyed both Fozzie and Ruby, who were coming out of their own stupors.

“Fozzie?” she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. What if he wasn’t okay? “Fozzie? Buddy, you alright?”

“Piggy?” he groaned, his breath hitching as he tried to sit back. “Are we okay?”

A small giggle escaped her mouth before she could stop it. “We’re okay,” she said. “Shaky and a little bruised, but definitely alright. You okay? You’re looking like Kermit on a good day.”

Fozzie chuckled hard before he started breathing hard. “Foz?” Piggy began, rubbing his shoulder. “Foz, sweetheart, I need you to breathe.”

“Piggy…um…don’t feel so good.”

The diva had about two seconds to grab the complimentary heave bag before Fozzie made use of it. While the bear was emptying his stomach, Piggy looked over him at their window seat companion. “Miss Ruby, you alright?”

The elderly Muppet nodded, slowly. “I’m fine, honey,” she whispered. “Go and see about everyone else. I got Fozzie.”

Nodding her understanding, Piggy unbuckled her seat belt and took a breath, and made another grimace. There would definitely be a bruise across her waist, but if she was able to walk away with two bruises and a sick comic, she could live with it. Standing and stepping out into the aisle, Piggy was able to pinpoint why there was so much light within the cabin – looking out the front of the plane, there was no front of the plane to look at.

“Holy Christ,” someone whispered behind her. Turning slightly, she could see the familiar blue polo of the head flight attendant – ironically named Stewie – who was also taking stock of the situation and the passengers. “Is everyone okay?” he called, thankfully getting affirmatives back. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Stewie asked, “Miss Piggy, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Where the heck is the rest of the plane?” asked Eli, who was stumbling out of his seat.

“We have to get out of here,” Mark replied, standing and looking out the opening at the front. “There’s no telling what’ll happen if we stay in here.”

“I got some rope,” offered Ian, who sat up a little further from the rest. “It’s repel rope actually, so it shouldn’t be too hard on the hands.”

“We also need to find out where we are,” Stewie said.

“We haven’t left Cali yet,” Fozzie whispered, standing shakily to his feet. He still looked pale, but he was standing and that was something.

“How do you know?” asked Marky.

“Please,” the diva huffed. “It’s Fozzie; he’s literally driven all of the US.” She looked at her co-star, a simple glance if Fozzie hadn’t ever seen the worry in her eyes. He nodded, confirming that he was alright, shaky, but alright.

“He’s right,” Ian replied, looking out his window. “We’re outside Joshua Tree, you can see the park in the distance.”

“That means we’re near the ghost town,” replied one of the flight attendant, whose name was Carrie. “I’ve been there before, once when coming back from Joshua Tree.”

“Alright,” Stewie nodded. “First things first – everyone out of the plane. While it seems okay, we could be filling up with fuel and we don’t want to be on here if this thing goes up. Just like we described, single file to the front. Sir?” he asked, gesturing to Ian.

“Ian.”

“Excellent,” the flight attendant replied. “Everyone follow our new friend Ian, who will help you get down the rope. Ian, you need any help?”

“I can give him a hand,” Mark volunteered, moving past his sons and towards the front.

“Thank you. Last thing – is there perhaps a doctor onboard?”

“I used to be a nurse,” one woman said, raising her hand in the air.

“That’ll work,” Stew said. “Alright everyone, let’s get out of here.”


[hr]


Twenty minutes later, everyone was off the plane and on the ground. Astonishingly, thirty-nine out of forty-one passengers managed to get off; everyone but the pilots were accounted for. The front half of the plane had broken off and was sitting a few yards away, just as silent as their half was. After about five minutes to see what would happen to either portion, it was decided that people needed to see if the pilots were okay.

While Mark, Ian, Marky, and Stewie tended with that, Sarah – the former nurse who had been picked as their doctor – was assisting to those who had been injured. Again, just as miraculously as all passengers surviving the crash, most only had some minor injuries or discomfort from the pressures of the fall. She confirmed Piggy’s guess that her left eye was swollen, probably from either hitting the seat in front of her or having the oxygen mask swing her face; Fozzie, like many of the passengers, would need to deal with a slight concussion.

Fortunately, it seemed like the number of adults onboard were also parents – there was only two families that had children under the age of eight – so they had various band-aids and aspirin, which helped to supplement the airline first aid kit they were already using.

“There you go, Miss Piggy,” Sarah replied, handing the diva back her bag of ice. Piggy elected to go last, letting everyone else go ahead of her in terms of getting looked it; in fact, she’d gently given Fozzie a push before her to make sure he was fine. “None the worse for wear, though you’ve got a shiner to write home about.”

“Must be Thursday then,” she chuckled.

“You get into fights often on a Thursday?” asked Chaz, another passenger whom Sarah had roped into being her nursing assistant.

“No,” came the retort. “But I don’t often get into plane crashes either, so…”

“Hey,” called a man named David Gillespie, whom everyone called Gill. “Stupid question -” Holding up his cell phone, he continued with, “Anyone getting a signal?”

Most checked and were disheartened to discover that no one had any signal to speak of. “You would think between a national park and a ghost town, you’d get something,” Sarah grumbled.

“Here’s something else to ponder,” Rachel began, leaning closer to the group. “Seeing as we just fell from the sky, with no warning, what’re the chances we’re gonna be rescued today?”

“What’re you saying?” asked Chaz.

“My brother watches all of those air crash mystery shows,” she went on. “And sometimes, when something sudden like this happens, it can take hours or even days for them to find survivors. Sometimes, they aren’t in time.”

“Alright, stop it,” Piggy hissed, nodding her head to Fozzie, who had made a whimper on the girl’s last sentence. “You’re gonna upset the boy. Don’t let the tie and hat fool you; he is a child. Secondly, with exception to the pilots, everyone has survived, minor injuries which we’ve just fixed, so unless someone isn’t saying anything, Moi highly doubts we’ll all be dropping like flies.

“Third, all of us were headed somewhere. Work, home, engagements, whatever. And unless you were headed past Phoenix, even if you were headed past Phoenix, someone will have been notified. Moi guarantees you that in about ten minutes, our radio gig is going to call back to the studio to say we haven’t shown up and after Kermit throws his ‘I knew I shouldn’t have let the two of them go alone’, he’s going to call the airline and find out what happened.”

“Not sure if you know this,” Fozzie piped up. “But Kermit the Frog is a worrier. He worries. Like a lot.”

“And normally,” the diva continued. “While we’re worried he’s gonna worry himself into an early grave, today he’s gonna worry himself into our rescue.”

“Diva’s got a point,” replied Richie, an LA businessman who had been headed to Phoenix for work. “I’m supposed to be in a meeting today and if I don’t show up, they’ll know something’s wrong. Can you imagine what’ll happen when the stars of Up Late with Miss Piggy don’t show up for their show tonight? I’m surprised TMZ hasn’t shown up yet.”

“Let’s not add more trouble,” Piggy muttered.

“Richie’s right,” Ruby said, patting the young man on the hand. “Anyone who was expecting us will get worried and start to look for us.”

“And the tower,” Fozzie added. “Depending on what the last communication was between them and the pilots, they may already have helicopters looking for us, especially when we don’t touch down in Phoenix.”

“He’s right,” Sarah said. “We were only a few minutes late before and now we’re bordering on the hour mark. We aren’t gonna be here forever. Watch, I bet we’ll be out of here before dinner.”

Instinctively, the passengers knew rescue was at hand and there shouldn’t be any worries. However, when afternoon turned into evening and even turned into night, the hope of rescue began to slowly slip away.


[hr]


By the middle of Friday afternoon, it was very clear that no one was about to work at Up Late, not when they all seemed to be crammed inside Rowlf’s Tavern across the street. Mayhem guitarist Janice Bennington had all but rallied everyone still left in the studio to follow her and Floyd over to the Tavern, where Scooter, Gonzo, and Kermit seemed to be holed up.

Janice was every bit the sunshine kid she had been when she was little. Very few things could bring her down from the mellow that was her cloud of awesome, but she would be lying if this thing with Piggy and Fozzie wasn’t harshing that. She wasn’t like bestest friends with either of them the way Kermit and Gonzo were, but they were all tight; Fozzie was a sweetheart who could give anyone a laugh and Piggy was tough as nails, strong woman, hear her roar! It was a totally downer to think about them being gone, even more so to see the way it was affecting their leader.

So when Scooter went flying past her without a word – which was totally not like her little brother in arms – she and Floyd knew something was up. Her man may not admit it, but he loved getting Piggy’s goat and the fact that she gave as good as she got made their weird game worth it. He may not have been visually as upset as Kermit was, but Floyd would totally be bummed if he lost his favorite sparring partner.

It only took like ten minutes since Scooter finally called back that she and the others were charging through the doors, the quartet inside not at all surprised by their arrival.

“I see you brought the cavalry,” Scooter quipped, barely finishing the sentence before Janice had him wrapped up in a hug. She may not have been best friends with their missing members, but it was so very easy to replace them with others and Janice knew she would just curl up and sob if anything ever happened to Floyd and Scooter.

“Of course, honey bunny,” the guitarist cooed and dropping a loud smack to the red head’s cheek. “I couldn’t let the four of you be harsh your mellows by yourselves.”

“Hey Jani, how come you never call me honey bunny?” Gonzo pouted, playfully.

It was amazing at how well they could pull themselves together, even in the worse situations, but that’s who the Muppets were. If they had to put on the show, the show would go on, even if that show was for the other’s benefits. Gonzo didn’t like being that dark place of sorrow and sadness, so if pretending to flirt with Janice would help put a smile on everyone’s faces, that’s what he would do.

And it worked, at least surface wise. He and Floyd cracked wise over who’s girlfriend Janice was, so if her hug was a little tighter and longer, that was okay, but at this point, they didn’t need to say anything to just get it. Janice didn’t need to hug Kermit, because they both knew that while they bickered back and forth and could grind each other’s gears, everyone in that room loved Fozzie and they loved Piggy and they loved everyone in that room.

But she did hug him because that’s who Janice was. And while their leader was the king of pick me up speeches, sometimes even your leader needs reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Boss Man,” she whispered, against his cheek. “Everything’s gonna work out okay, you’ll see.”

And if the hands of fate didn’t intervene at that moment by sending a call to Scooter’s phone. “Hey guys, hold it down!” he shouted, pulling his phone from his pocket. He had been expecting calls all day, from the network, the parent company, and everyone in between trying to fan the fires of having a missing star and her co-host seemingly lost in a plane crash. The news had already gotten word that the plane was missing, but thankfully no one had leaked who had been on it, however this morning’s report that there wasn’t a new Up Late the night before had been a little troubling.

The name and number on his screen gave him a bit of a pause – he hadn’t really exactly on the up and up when it came to getting his information. True, his first knowledge of Flight 3546 going had come from the news, but it was actually someone else he had gotten it from. His secret source was so secret, the others didn’t even know about her yet and he told Kermit and Piggy just about everything. But appearances were everything – Piggy taught him that.

“Grosse,” he greeted, holding his breath. There was news and he literally braced himself for the horribleness of it. “What?” he asked, the wind knocked out of him. “Uh…when? Where?” Casting his eyes to the clock that sat on the wall above the bar, he noted the time. It was a little after three and if he heard right, they could make it to the hospital…

“What hospital?” he asked, hurriedly. Snapping his fingers at Gonzo, he sputtered, “Cedars-Sinai. Okay, thanks!” Hanging up, he realized the entire bar had gone silent during his conversation and everyone was looking at him.

“Well?” Rizzo asked, impatiently.

“They…they found them,” he whispered. “They’re…they’re air-vac’d them about…forty-five minutes ago? If we go now, we’ll probably meet them there.”

“And our pig and bear?” Dr. Teeth asked, hesitantly.

“Fine,” Scooter laughed. “I think. I mean, some injuries, but everyone’s good. And I…seriously mean that. Every passenger on that plane is fine.”

A loud cheer went up, the worry and tension that had been in the air seemed to explode, leaving only the happiness at knowing that not only were their friends okay, but so were their fellow passengers. “C’mon Scooter,” called Gonzo, running past the manager, keys in hand, and Kermit and Rowlf right behind him. “We gotta go!”

“Floyd!”

Rowlf tossed the tavern keys to the bassist, calling to him to ‘lock up’ when he was done. It was totally, probably, most likely the most irresponsible thing ever to leave a non-employee and non-manager behind to watch over his Tavern, but Rowlf trusted his friends and he certainly trusted Floyd to run things while he was gone. Besides, co-owner counted for something and this was a celebration.
 
Last edited by a moderator:

The Count

Moderator
Staff member
Joined
Jul 12, 2002
Messages
30,909
Reaction score
2,767
Well, you know what they say... Any landing you can walk away from.
Ms. Ruby's a Whatnot? And here I thought her as human.
Er, which eye is it that Piggy got a shiner? You kind of contradicted yourself from the reveal to when Sara treated her for it later.
Joshua Tree National Park. Heh, I think we visited that, but I could be wrong since that trip was almost thirty years ago. Then again, I knows it because of the PBS Carmen Sandiego game show episode and because it's namesake Joshua Tree is also named a boojum as a reference to a character from the more obscure works of Louis Carroll.
Incidently, boojums are originally meant to be invisible snarks, though they're depicted as banshees in American McGee's Alice.

*Can automatically picture :sing: as bartending behind the counter at Rowlf's Tavern.
Good stuff, thanks for posting.
 

WebMistressGina

Well-Known Member
Joined
Mar 26, 2012
Messages
877
Reaction score
627
Well, you know what they say... Any landing you can walk away from.

Ms. Ruby's a Whatnot? And here I thought her as human.
Miss Ruby went from human to whatnot. Last minute change. I decided to make a mix of it, so that the Muppets aren't just Muppets hanging out in Cali.

Er, which eye is it that Piggy got a shiner? You kind of contradicted yourself from the reveal to when Sara treated her for it later.
Blah, again another change. It was originally going to be the right, but as I was typing it, I went over all the times she's chopped someone and I believe she's left handed. There's a joke about it in the next segment, but it should be the left.

Unless she's ambidextrous, then...we'll go with the right.

Could you, would you change any occurrence of her having the black eye to her left eye, por favors?

*Can automatically picture :sing: as bartending behind the counter at Rowlf's Tavern.
Good stuff, thanks for posting.
You know, I've pretty much slotted Floyd as a bartender several times, this being the third. The first time was...I believe during the Thanksgiving dinner from 2-Ball (yes, I'll get back to this), second was Gonzo and Fozzie mentioning that Floyd was Gonzo's 'bar buddy' in my most recent one shot, and now this.

I was thinking Floyd was a bartender in his past life and is fairly responsible enough to hand out drinks - or take them away - from anyone who asks, so Rowlf letting him bartend - which I'm sure is probably frowned on, if not outright illegal - wouldn't be surprising.

But that's also why I threw in the comment that Floyd was also part - if not silent - owner; I can't imagine Rowlf puppy starting a bar and not having his friends back him up on it.

So what's up next when I have the time?

We'll get a reunion at the hospital, we'll learn the fate of the pilots, and we could get a visit from the NTSB.

Following all of that, we'll see the aftermath of a near death experience, while one set of Muppets get closer, another set falls apart.

Stay tuned!
 

The Count

Moderator
Staff member
Joined
Jul 12, 2002
Messages
30,909
Reaction score
2,767
Made the change as requested.

Smart to have Whatnots mixed in with regular humans with the rest of the Muppet crew. After all, we do have Debbie (a Whatnot version of Muppet Studios VP Debbie McClellan) who was swept away by Thor's brother in Ep 103.

Maybe it's because :sing: has the signature Jerry Nelson mustache and ponytail hairdo that make me easily imagine him or his namesake Muppet as bartenders. That, or I'm just overimposing the stereotype of Bubba from the Doghouse Bar as seen in Dog City from the JHH. Odd, since like I've said elsewhere I purrsonally purrfer cats.
 

AlittleMayhem

Well-Known Member
Joined
Apr 6, 2012
Messages
1,241
Reaction score
1,347
Goodness this is a tense and emotional read!

Not that I want to make comparisons to the show's lack of compassion and family but man I really missed that and it's so great to see Piggy being as nice as she can with Fozzie and everyone being worried about them!

Looking forward to the next instalment!
 

WebMistressGina

Well-Known Member
Joined
Mar 26, 2012
Messages
877
Reaction score
627
Goodness this is a tense and emotional read!

Not that I want to make comparisons to the show's lack of compassion and family but man I really missed that and it's so great to see Piggy being as nice as she can with Fozzie and everyone being worried about them!

Looking forward to the next instalment!
Apparently watching Air Crash Disasters makes for some mean muse thought writing! LOL

I'm liking the show, but as many have mentioned/said/argued, it's not what we're used to in like TMS or the movies, where we get more of a camaraderie than we get from the current show. However, as I've mentioned, we've only gotten four episodes; we seem to be forgetting that season 1 wasn't as tight as we might be remembering and this is true for a lot of hit shows that didn't become hits until much later.

I do think they overcorrected for a lot of folks, like Kermit and Piggy, to make it more 'adult'. The best way is for our current writers to 1. go back to their original source material (TMS, movies) and 2. pay attention to the reviews they're getting. So far, I've been seeing a clear 70/30 in unhappiness with the show; not that they need to go back to the drawing board, but a lot it has been mostly "the Muppets don't seem to like each other or themselves", which is the opposite of what we know.

Okay, enough about that! Next up - an extra long section!
 

WebMistressGina

Well-Known Member
Joined
Mar 26, 2012
Messages
877
Reaction score
627
So, I actually had a post for you, but thought it too short, so I have an extra long one for you!

In case you're just catching up, here's the obligatory mid-story summary:

On what should have been a routine trip, Flight 3546 crashes in the middle of the California desert. On board, 5 crew members and 36 passengers, including Miss Piggy and Fozzie Bear. In our last segment, the Muppet gang have just learned that after nearly 36 hours, the remnants of the plane have been found, along with some survivors.

And now...



The scene at Cedar-Sinai was organized chaos, as family and friends of the passengers and crew arrived to see about the safety of their loved ones. By now, the major media outlets had learned about the crash and were actively hovering outside when Gonzo had pulled up in front of the hospital; fortunately, they hadn’t heard about the passengers on the flight, but it wouldn’t be long until the word that Piggy and Fozzie had been on would leak.

Worse was they still weren’t sure who exactly had made it out. While the word that most passengers had made it out alive, there was still speculation that passengers could have been injured or had badly those injuries were.

While the media wasn’t allowed to be parked in front of the ER, they were still in front of the doors, just yards away so that ambulances could get through; should they see four Muppets head in, it would be over before they could figure out the situation themselves. It was dire enough to elicit a curse from Gonzo when he saw the group before putting the car into reverse and parking elsewhere in the hospital parking lot, the idea being they’d enter in through a man hospital door and make their way to the emergency room.

The Muppets were known to do a number of charities, especially those that were based on helping and brightening the days of patients in the hospital, so their arrival wouldn’t be so surprising. They hoped.

Reaching the ER, they were immediately directed to a sitting room where the other family and friends were. A few people were surprised to see the four Muppets appear in the room, but the concern for their loved ones overrode their curiosity. It still took another thirty minutes before a doctor entered their area to give an update – all thirty-six passengers were alright, as were the three flight attendants; sadly, the pilots did not make it out alive and had perished in the crash. Aside from a few minor injuries, which seemed to have gotten attention while the group awaited rescue, everyone was fine.

Most of the passengers were already checking out, though the passengers who had taken young children with them wanted to be sure their child was perfectly fine before leaving. The group as a whole was lead as a whole down the hallway towards the checkout station, with many families being reunited as they entered; many of the passengers were or had been checked out from ER and were just waiting for family or friends to arrive.

It took a few minutes before the group was able to spot the bear and pig, who were doing what they did best – performing for those passengers who had waiting around to either leave or be checked out; Fozzie was entertaining a group of passengers, while Piggy seemed to be telling some elaborate fairy tale to a small group of children who had been cleared.

“Fozzie!”

“Piggy!”

Both turned, happy to see their own family and friends appearing alongside the others. Hugs were thrown all around, until they just ended up in large group hug, while injuries were assessed – Fozzie was cleared with a minor concussion and a few stitches to the right of his head, while the puffiness of Piggy’s left eye had gone down, though it was definitely a shiner to home to.

“We’re alright,” she confirmed.

“You sure?” Kermit asked, placing his hand on her cheek.

“What happened to your eye?” asked Gonzo.

Chuckling, the diva replied, “Well, you’ve been telling me for years that I have a wicked left hook, well…you weren’t lying.”

“That’ll teach ya for beating up on yourself,” Rowlf joked, causing the group the laugh.


[hr]


Two hours later, the group were gathered over at Gonzo’s house in West Hollywood, almost on automatic as it was Gonzo who had been driving. He had purchased the house earlier that year, excitedly inviting everyone over nearly every weekend since he bought, a drastic difference between the little apartment he had in South Gate.

Fozzie had conked out within the first thirty minutes after they had arrived and it was clear that Piggy was doing her best to fight off her own fatigue. She had been fairly tight lipped on what exactly had happened, which wasn’t like her to not share some harrowing story in which she may have been the star; however, it was obvious that she was tired, so they let it go for the moment.

A chirp from Scooter’s phone alerted him to a new text message, this one from Janice. “Kermit, do you have your phone?” he asked.

Kermit patted himself down before looking around the living room for it and not having any luck. “Uh…no?”

Stopping himself from rolling his eyes, the red head said, “Janice has your phone. You left it at Rowlfie’s on the bar top.” Handing the frog his own phone, he continued with, “And you should probably call your girlfriend. She’s looking for you.”

A look of concerned fear crossed the frog’s face as he reached for his manager’s phone, as Piggy stated, “You should put that fire out before you flame out.”

Standing as he dialed Denise’s number, Kermit moved past her, saying, “Will someone please make sure she falls asleep?”

“’M not tired,” came the grumpy response.

“C’mere, kitten,” Rowlf said, throwing his arm around the diva’s shoulders and pulling her to lean against him. “You owe me a hug.”

“’M not sleeping, Rowlfie,” she grumbled, despite snuggling against the pianist’s shoulder.

“I know you’re not,” was his response, attaching a brotherly kiss to the side of her head.

Kermit stood in the kitchen, waiting for his girlfriend to answer the phone, finally getting her on the third ring. “Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” came the greeting. “Are you alright? I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Where are you?”

The frog grimaced at the shaky tone in her words; he hadn’t meant to worry her and he probably should have called, if he had realized he didn’t have his phone. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, sheepishly. “I guess I left my phone when I left the Tavern. I just realized it now when Janice texted Scooter; I’m using his phone actually.”

“Oh,” Denise sighed. “So you’re with Scooter still?”

“Yeah,” he said. “We’re over here at Gonzo’s; Fozzie and Piggy are okay, thankfully, so was everyone else. All passengers accounted for, but the pilots didn’t make it.”

“How sad,” the pig whispered. “So Fozzie and Piggy are okay then?”

Kermit let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah,” he said. “Slight concussion and a few stitches for the bear and a nice shiner for the pig, but nothing too drastic.”

“That’s good,” the manager sighed, happily. “Very good. I’m glad. For them and you.”

The frog couldn’t help but blush; his girlfriend had been a brick about this, letting him worry about the fates of his friends for two days without complaint. He would definitely have to make it up to her. “Are you coming over?”

Just not tonight.

“Uh,” he started. “Probably not. I think…I think we’ll make likely stay, you know, make sure they’re okay for the night.”

“And they need you there?”

“I can’t leave my best friends.”

There was a lull in the conversation, something that neither person wanted to address or get into. “No, you can’t,” Denise whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Um…not sure, actually,” Kermit admitted. “I’ll uh…I’ll give you a call. Well…just in case, it might be coming from Scooter’s phone. I’ll have to get mine from Janice hopefully before Monday.”

“Alright,” came the sigh, which Kermit could hear had a slight disappointed huff to it. “Call me when you can.”

“I’ll make this up to you,” he said, hurriedly. “I promise.”

“I know you will,” she replied. “Have a good night, Kermit.”

“Night.”


[hr]


A little under a week after the crash, the studio set received some unusual visitors, that of two agents from National Transportation Safety Board or the NTSB. The NTSB was originally created in 1940 under another name before becoming the official independent body in 1974, investigating transportation accidents in the US, as well as assisting other transportation boards in other countries.

As part of the investigation process, the NTSB had a go team that looked at every aspect of the crash – from the time of the flight to the crash itself, all in the effort to discover what made the plane go down. In many cases, there are no passengers or witnesses to tell investigators what had happened, leaving only the evidence from the crash to help piece together. In the case of Flight 3546, every passenger and the cabin crew were alive, which would help them understand what was going on in the cabin, however with the deaths of both the captain and the co-pilot, finding out what was going on in the cockpit would need to be left up to the cockpit voice recorder and the flight data recorder.

The investigation was already under pressure to discover how a 737, one of the most popular Boeing models had crashed and how had all passengers and cabin crew survive, but the pilots did not; added to this was the fact that the media had now gotten word of who was on the plane, namely the host and announce of Up Late with Miss Piggy. The two agents needed to get through a swarm of reporters who were outside the studio gates, hoping to get one or more of the Muppets to speak with them.

Inside the studio, it was pretty much standard as usual, though not for everyone. Kermit was starting to grow increasingly worried, but not about the person he thought he’d be worried about; Fozzie, who had gotten a slight concussion, had been the first on his mind. His best bear friend hated flying, almost bordering on phobia levels and the frog was certain that the comic would be suffering terribly after the ordeal. Ironically, Fozzie seemed fine, more than fine. He was pretty much back to his old self by the time they started their work week on Monday.

Piggy, whom Kermit had assumed would be able to handle the aftermath, was the one he actually was worried about. The normally very outgoing and attention seeking diva seemed more withdrawn than Kermit had ever seen her before, so much so that by Wednesday, he needed to actually find out why.

The only way he could even do that was to corner her in her dressing room, probably her most private sanctuary besides her own home. Both were places Kermit was very familiar with, so it was completely disconcerting when even he was being denied inside, which of course started an argument.

“Kermit, I really don’t have time right now.”

Clue number two – Piggy rarely broke her diva persona, unless she was under emotional stress.

“Well, you’re making time,” he said, following her inside and closing the door behind him. Reaching out to grab her hand, Kermit pulled her to face him. “Hey,” he whispered, giving her hands a squeeze. “It’s me.” Sweeping some of her hair from her neck, he continued with, “Don’t you think I’d be the first person to notice if something’s wrong?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Piggy ran a hand over her face. “Of course you would,” she said. “It’s…it’s really nothing, Kermit. I’m just…I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping and having the media camped outside my gate isn’t helping matters.”

“Then we’ll fix it,” he said. “We’ll get Scooter to make up some joint statement, you and Fozzie face the media, tell them you’re okay, and it’ll be over. Alright?” The diva nodded, tiredly. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Shaking her head, Piggy took a deep breath and Kermit could literally see Miss Piggy coming back to life. “Just restless,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. A knock on the door prevented whatever comment Kermit had prepared. “Entre.”

Surprisingly, it was Denise whose head popped through the door, causing the current occupants to take a few steps away from each other. “Hey,” Kermit said, smiling nervously. “You looking for me?”

“No, actually,” the marketing manager began. “Scooter texted you; there’s a couple of guys from the safety board that need to talk to you. About the crash.”

“Oh,” Piggy said, nodding quickly. “Yeah, no, that’s…that’s fine. Moi is more than happy to talk to them. Does…does Fozzie know?”

“Not sure,” Denise said, shrugging. “But they’re right here.” The brunette pointed behind her to the two investigators that stood behind her.

“Do you need me to stay?” whispered Kermit.

“No,” she sighed, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s…it’s fine. But…vous could find our furry comic friend, s’il vous plait?”

Kermit nodded. “Oui,” he answered back, probably the only thing he actually knew in French. “I’ll…go find Fozzie then.”

Giving her one last concerned look, Kermit made his way out while the two NTSB investigators made their way in, closing the door behind them, leaving the frog staring longingly at the closed door. “She’ll be fine,” Denise said, seeing the look on her boyfriend’s face. “Piggy’s the toughest gal around, like nails. I’m sure she can handle those two. I’d actually be more worried about the investigators.”

If she had hoped the joke would elicit a laugh, she was disappointed, though a small quirk of his lips showed he at least appreciated the commentary. “Yeah,” he whispered, still gazing at the door. “Yeah, you’re right.”

But he didn’t really feel that way.


[hr]


There is a ride at both Disneyland and Disney World called the Tower of Terror, an accelerated drop tower ride that was located in Disneyland’s California Adventure, within Hollywood Land. Piggy had gone on it, just once, after a dare from Gonzo; never one to let Gonzo have the last word, she went on with Gonzo, Floyd, Janice, and Rowlf, leaving Kermit and Fozzie to shake their heads at them, thinking they were completely crazy.


Which she obviously was, because she let Gonzo talk her into several rides while they were there.

The Tower of Terror did nothing to prepare her for actual falling from a large height. Simulated as a 13 story building, Tower of Terror had a drop of 139 feet; Flight 3546 was falling from a height of 35,000 feet and it didn’t seem to be stopping. It was the same feeling she had from that park ride, the exception being she had lived after getting off the ride – she and Janice had hit Gonzo within an inch of his life, laughing and crying at the same time and still shaking with adrenaline.

This wasn’t a ride however, and Piggy was pretty sure that she and everyone onboard were going to die. And that’s when she started to panic – she didn’t want to die! She still had a ton of things to do in her life – she was still single, she hadn’t gotten married yet, she hadn’t had children yet! And she had a lot of regrets – she wouldn’t see her family again, as much as they fought and argued, she didn’t want to die and have her family think she totally hated them. She didn’t, she didn’t really!

She loved her brothers! They drove her crazy and she was likely to kill one or both of them, but they were her brothers and she did love them.

And then there were the idiots she worked with.

Oh God, she was going to get Fozzie Bear killed! If his mother wasn’t already dead, she would kill her. Actually, there was a pretty good chance Ma Bear would be waiting for them and she’d be kicking Piggy down from Heaven to the underworld.

Had she ever told Scooter how much she loved him? Did he even know he was the bestest friend she had ever and would ever had? The dark apprentice to her dark master, as his beloved Star Wars movies would dictate; her constant partner in crime in all her schemes, the boy that had grown up before their eyes…god, his parents would be so proud of him, his uncle too, to see the sweet, intelligent, funny, nerdy kid.

Or the Mayhem. Was there a better band in the world? Maybe, but they weren’t the Mayhem and she had gotten lucky to get them as her house band. The whole group was great, but she couldn’t remember if she ever told them that. Did they know? Did they know that Dr. Teeth’s exuberance always brightened her day, that Animal had been a valuable watch dog when she needed it, that Janice was probably the only woman she knew that never expected Piggy to be anyone else but Piggy, or that the ribbing she and Floyd did always kept her on her toes?

When was the last time she had told Rowlfie he was the brother she needed in an unfamiliar state with unfamiliar people? That his advice had always kept her from making colossal mistakes? That sometimes he knew Kermit better than anyone and that had been so helpful when trying to navigate her relationship with him?

And Gonzo. That lunatic could drive her crazy better than anyone, but he could be the sweetest person in the world. How many times had she needed to stop him from putting his fist in Kermit’s face on her behalf? Oh, she was sure some of that was because he did have feelings for her and she couldn’t lie; there were times when the thought of dating Gonzo had outweighed dating Kermit.

Had she ever told him that? That once upon a time, she had felt a similar attraction to him as he did to her – they both held a dangerous aspect to their character, though whether it was mostly an act or not, she was never sure. But Gonzo had definitely been on a short list of potential love interests should Kermit never notice her.


Kermit.

They had settled into a nice, friendly pattern, but she couldn’t help that her heart broke every time she saw him with Denise. She loved him, was still very much in love with him, and while it was clear he was over her, Piggy didn’t think she’d ever be over him and now she was going to die and he would never know.

She was a terrible girlfriend, a horrible friend, and an even worse sister, daughter, niece, aunt, and everything in between and she was going to die without the ability to change.

And then, the falling stopped.

Which didn’t matter, as the diva was now having a heart attack. Or an aneurysm, if the blood coming from her nose was any indication.

She turned to look at Fozzie, perhaps to tell him goodbye, because she was going to die, but Fozzie didn’t respond to her call. In fact, he seemed very unconscious, dead maybe? Before she could tell him she was sorry and apologize to his mother for not keeping a better eye on him, they were falling again and then they were spinning and Piggy was back to apologizing to every single person she knew.

And then they stopped.

They had landed. They had landed…and Piggy was the only person alive.

“Fozzie?” she asked, shaking his shoulder, with no response.

“Did you kill my boy?”

Looking up, Piggy was startled to see Fozzie’s mother standing in the aisle next to her. “What?” she asked. “No!”

“You knew how much he hated to fly,” the mama bear insisted. “And you let him fly and now he’s dead.”

“I didn’t…” Piggy sputtered. “Kermit’s the one who booked this gig!”

“It’s always someone else, isn’t it?” the bear asked. “As long as the mighty Miss Piggy isn’t touched…”

“That’s not true!” the diva shouted. “I loved Fozzie!”

“Oh, just like you love the others, huh?”

“Piggy?”

Turning to her right, the being that had been Fozzie Bear was now replaced with an eerie, burning skeleton. “Am I dead?”

Shutting her eyes tightly, Piggy tried to block the image of a burning, deathly bear, and could feel herself falling again, this time more steeply than before, taking her breath away, and causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest. In fact, it was beating so hard and so loudly, it felt as though it had literally pounded itself out of her chest and stealing her breath with it…

Blue eyes opened to stare in the dark of the room, before they began to look around wildly. I’m in my room, it’s just my room, but the thought seemed muddled; no matter what she did, she couldn’t separate herself from being in that plane, couldn’t stop the feeling of falling, the bright light from the sun…she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe and she was having a heart attack. She couldn’t breathe, she was having a heart attack, she was shaking, and she was crying, and she was losing her mind.

She wasn’t sure how long it took, but at some point, she had slid from the bed and was sitting on the floor, trying to breathe normally, and calm her heart down. Blindly searching for her phone, it took Piggy at least five minutes to grab it and check the time, shaking as she was. She wasn’t sure what number of nightmare this was, but this was the third time it had awoken her in a panic, though this one was the worst yet. The previous times she had been able to calm herself, chalk it up to just a bad dream, and doing a few things to take her mind off seemed to help and she had gone back to sleep.

This dream however had been different, as she hadn’t ever seen a…shaking her head, she tried to stop the images that were still fresh in her head, something that closing her eyes didn’t seem to help. Phone in her lap, Piggy had been a little surprised to see that Fozzie’s name and contact info was now showing on her screen, as though she had been about to call him.

“Did you kill my boy?”

“Am I dead?”

Moaning in distress, Piggy quickly canceled out of the contact, bringing it back to her most recent and favorite list. Almost immediately, she tapped on the card for Kermit before hitting the call option. It rang a few times and just when the diva was sure he wasn’t going to answer and she would have to wake up Scooter or maybe Gonzo, she heard the sleepy, “Lo?”

“Kermit? Kermit, I…”

It was starting again and she could feel the drop and the spin and she was going to die…

“Piggy? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

They were falling and they were going to hit the ground and would break into a million pieces…

“Piggy? Baby, I need you to breathe. Just nice and slow, honey.”

It took ten minutes to even out her breathing, but it didn’t feel as though she was choking to death and her heart wasn’t trying to escape from her chest. Kermit could hear she was still breathing heavy, but it wasn’t the hyperventilation level he heard when she first called. “Alright?” he asked.

“I…”

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

“Kay.”

Fifteen minutes later found Piggy sitting on her couch when Kermit walked in. At a little before three in the morning, both of them should have been in bed, sleeping, and the frog was pretty sure when – or if – he told his current girlfriend about this, she would say the same thing. But Denise didn’t have to listen to the very clear panic that had been in Piggy’s voice and he wasn’t about to just leave her like that. It didn’t take him long to reach the house they had once shared, her pride and joy he had once joked.

Despite no longer being a couple, he still had the house keys, just as she had the keys to his apartment; emergency reasons, they had stated. Just in case. Scooter had keys to their places, Kermit had an extra to Fozzie’s apartment, it was normal, of course.

“Hey,” he greeted, walking past her to sit beside her on the couch. She had been leaning forward, elbows on her knees, with her head resting in her hands, but now Kermit was trying to coax her to lay down. It was a testament of just how tired and stressed she was that it only took a few tugs before she complied, letting her head rest in lap, with his arm slung loosely over her upper chest.

“Hi,” he said, smiling slightly when she looked up at him.

“Hey,” she replied, weakly.

“You alright?”

“Incredibly tired,” she sighed. “Just a few bad dreams.”

“Doesn’t sound like a few,” he whispered. “Gonna tell me?”

Piggy shook her head. “Not now, at least,” she said. “Probably should’ve had you with me during that interview.”

“Pretty bad?”

“No,” she replied. “Just very detailed.”

“I thought Fozzie was supposed to be with you.”

“He was, but he ended up getting waylaid by his girlfriend over something. He didn’t get there until I was nearly finished.”

Kermit took a deep breath, a few choice words for Fozzie shifting through his brain. “Kermit, please don’t be mad at Fozzie.” It was only the hitch of her voice made him take notice that this didn’t seem to be a normal request.

“I’m not,” he insisted, pushing her bangs off her forehead. “Sweetheart, I’m not, okay?”

It was nearly four in the morning before Piggy managed to calm herself down to the point where she could actually go to sleep. Kermit, wanting to ensure that she would indeed go to bed and not do anything else, literally tucked her into bed, sitting next to her to make sure her eyes were at least closed before he left.

“You need to go to bed,” she said, sleepily.

“So do you,” he retorted. “Now you’re all tucked in, I told you about the time I left Jimmy on a floating mattress, and I think you already had some water, so you should be asleep before I leave.”

He smiled at the giggle he elicited. “Aye, aye, captain.”

“Gonna be alright?” she nodded.

“Thank you,” came the whisper. Squeezing the hand that held hers, she swallowed deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said. “Always. I’d do anything for you.”

“Even show up at my house at 3am?”

“Even that,” he said. Leaning over, he kissed her lightly, whispering “Go to sleep” before delivering a goodbye kiss to her forehead. Standing, he began to leave with, “I don’t want to see you until 10 o’clock.”

“Yes sir.”

With that, Kermit took his leave, hoping he could get a few hours’ sleep before he needed to be at his own office.
 

The Count

Moderator
Staff member
Joined
Jul 12, 2002
Messages
30,909
Reaction score
2,767
Thankses for posting this.

*Wonders if Kermit made it up to Denise, I'm liking her more and more through these fics. And I'd rully hate for her to have to go through the brakeup which we all know is coming with an air of simple resignedness. Then again, her relationship to Kermit is somewhat doubtful given she's only appeared in one out of four episodes, but I'm waiting to watch the next four or batch before making such pronouncements as final.

You know from previous posts that I sympathize with Piggy going through the sleeplessness cycle of being waked up in the early AM due to a bad story dream, the type that just keep going no matter how much you want to stop or change them, the kind that you can't scrub out of your mind after waking and have to busy yourself with something else until tiredness finally overtakes your senses.

Rully like what you've posted here, hope to read more when possible. :smile:
 
Top