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want titles for parts? this is rest stop part I
Floyd felt the bus roll to a stop. He blinked, looked around. Dr. Teeth turned to face them.
"Alright folks, last rest stop in seventy-five miles. Everybody out." He said.
They slowly unboarded again. The usual stretching and yawning was followed by an unexpected race to the bathrooms. Animal dragged Floyd there first.
When he was done, Floyd stood out in the parking lot, completely empty except for the bus. They were no longer any where near the city. Signs of civilization were scattered across the landscape, but they were becoming more and more scarce. They were surrounded mostly by desert. The six-lane highway was down to two lanes now, and what traffic they did see was all headed towards the city.
Floyd gazed off into the distance, losing himself in his thoughts once more...
The emergency workers had arrived within minutes. They had to use the jaws of life to open the truck door. They were working as fast as they could. But due to the circumstances, "as fast as they could" was fairly slow.
The muppets all sat on the porch steps, worrying about the girl. It was strange to think about- they had no idea who this girl was. They had never met her before, never seen her face. But they were insanely worried about her. Perhaps it was just seeing her in so much trauma that had caught hold of their heart strings. Whether that was it or not, they all knew they wouldn't be able to sleep that night until they knew she was alright.
Kermit seemed to be the most distressed. "I told her she would be alright," he said. "But what if she isn't?"
"She will be," Rowlf assured them. "It was good that you told her that, Kermit. Sometimes just hearing they'll be alright is enough to make a person well."
Miss Piggy could see how upset Kermit was. Rowlf's words hadn't provided quite enough comfort to set him at ease. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, and her own curiousity and worry were getting the better of her.
"I'll go see how she's doing," she said. The other muppets watched her as she got up and walked over to the truck, where the paramedics were still working.
They had just gotten the door open and the seat belt off as she cautiously approached. One of them was giving instructions.
"Okay, Frank, on the count of three: one, two-"
"Wait a second, Jim," the one called Frank said. "Look at this. Her hair is all tangled on the headrest."
Jim looked at where Frank was pointing. "Hmm. So it is. We can't take her out with her hair holding her in."
"We'll have to cut it," Frank agreed.
"Woah! Hold it! Cut her hair?" Miss Piggy interupted.
Jim turned to her surprised. "Yes. How else can we-"
"NO!" Miss Piggy shouted. "Absolutely not!"
These silly paramedics! She thought. It was clear to her that this girl cared for her hair. It was long, it had been well-brushed before the accident, and it had a healthy sheen to it. Yes, this was a girl who cared for her hair. Something these paramedics clearly knew nothing about- guys with long hair and beards- they looked like a couple of hippies. Surely they had no idea how to cut her hair so that it would look good. She would wake up and find her hair in a wreck. That would be trauma enough to match the enitre rest of the accident. So if Miss Piggy had any say in it, those paramedics wouldn't lay a finger on this girl's hair.
"Do NOT cut her hair! Here, just... just untangle it..." And she started to work at the girl's hair, slowly trying to untangle it.
The paramedics looked at her, looked at each other, sighed. Jim turned to another paramedic standing by the ambulance. "Jerry!" He called, signalling for scissors with his hands. He turned to the pig and gently pushed her away from the girl. "Ma'am," he said softly, "We'll be as careful as we can, I promise. But right now it's important that we get her to the hospital as soon as we can."
Miss Piggy realized she was crying. "Well... alright." She whimpered. "Just... just cut as low as possible..."
Jerry came with the scissors, and Jim cut carefully, following Miss Piggy's instructions. The pig stood watch to make sure the hair could be restored easily. Finally the paramedics lifted the girl from the truck wreck.
Miss Piggy returned to the muppets on the porch steps. "The poor thing," She said, "they had to cut her hair to get her out!"
"Miss Piggy? Is she going to be okay?" Robin asked. Miss Piggy nodded. Kermit looked encouraged.
"We'd better go to the hospital with her," he said. "Just until her family comes. So there'll be someone to speak for her."
The other muppets nodded, and got onto the bus to follow the ambulance.
They waited in the emergency room for hours. No one came for the girl, no doctor came out to report. It was around midnight when a nurse finally approached them.
"You're the folks who came with the girl in the truck?" She asked. They nodded. "Well, I have good news, and I have bad news." she said. Judging by her voice, the bad news wasn't that bad.
"Give us the good news first," Kermit said.
The nurse nodded. "Well, the good news is that she had identification on her, so we know who she is. Her name is Gina Brinks, and she's going to be just fine. In fact, she doesn't even need to stay here over night. She'll need plenty of rest, of course, but she'll be just fine."
A collective sigh escaped from the group of muppets. Then they were confused. "Well, then, what's the bad news?" Kermit asked.
"Well, the bad news is that she doesn't live any where near here. We've called her parents, and they're about a thousand miles away. Apparently she was on some sort of road trip. Getting something, I guess." The nurse shrugged. "Basically, she has no where to go until her parents get here to take her home, and that won't be for a couple of days. But we don't want to keep her in the hospital. Like I said, she doesn't need to stay here. We have a shortage of beds as it is, and we wouldn't want to charge her for the extra time in the hospital. It gets expensive, you know, and we try to think of our patients wallets as well as their health."
The nurse took a deep breath. "So what I was wondering, is if... if maybe you folks could let her stay at your place until her parents come? I mean they should get in town by tomorrow night, they said they were leaving right away, and... I mean, if it's not too much trouble..."
Kermit nodded. "Of course. We understand. We've got plenty of room, she can stay with us. Right, guys?" He looked around at his friends. They all nodded except for Miss Piggy. She was hesitant. But Kermit hadn't noticed, and the nurse hadn't either.
"Oh good! I'll go tell the doctor, then." And the nurse hurried down the hall, calling for Dr. Goelz.
The muppets set up a bed for Gina on the couch. There were more than enough bedrooms, but the doctor hadn't wanted her to deal with stairs for a while because of her broken leg.
All of them slept soundly except for Miss Piggy. Sure, she had been worried about Gina, they all had. But this whole having-the-beautiful-damsel-in-distress-stay-with-them thing was worrying her. Because she was a beautiful damsel in distress, and beautiful damsels in distress get Kermit's attention and care. Attention and care that belonged to Miss Piggy. She rolled over in her bed. Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. After all, it was only for one day. But still... She rolled over again and finally drifted to sleep.
Kermit woke up earlier than usual the next day. The doctor had said for Gina to get as much rest as possible. Kermit had an idea: why not give her breakfast in bed? That way she could relax, get some rest, and eat.
He hurried downstairs to make some french toast. As he did, he thought about what little conversation he had had with Gina the day before. It turned out she was something of a fan. Well, maybe more than "something" of a fan- the first thing she did was ask for everyone's autograph.
He carried the food over to the couch on a tray. Gina was laying there awake, staring at the ceiling. She turned and smiled when she saw him. He sat and talked with her as she ate, and they both enjoyed having someone new to talk to.
Miss Piggy heard them talking and came down to join them. She did NOT want any flirting going on while she was sleeping. Of course, there hadn't been any flirting, but she didn't know that.
Soon everyone was downstairs, eating their breakfast in the kitchen while Gina drifted back in and out of sleep. Then Robin went off to school, and everyone went about their usual routines. Except of course for Kermit, who was on his way out the door for his meeting with Mr. Lloyd Galt.
He arrived at the hotel exactly on time and was escorted to Mr. Galt's room. He walked in to find that it had been set up to appear as more of an office. The desk had been pulled away from the wall so that it faced the door, with an extra arm-chair facing either side of it.
"Ah, Mr. the Frog. Come in, please, have a seat." Mr. Galt was tall, with thick muscles. He had light brown hair that looked like it had been tossed onto his head, and grey eyes that seemed to pierce right through Kermit. Something about his composure refused to set Kermit at ease. He had a bad feeling about this Mr. Galt. But surely he was jumping to conclusions- the greeting had been welcome enough.
Kermit sat in the arm-chair opposite Mr. Galt.
"I'm so glad you came, Mr. the Frog" Lloyd Galt continued. "You see I would just be thrilled to have you and your friends in this movie. I actually wrote it with you in mind," he said.
"Oh! Well, I'm, I'm honored, Mr. Galt-" he started to say.
"Please, call me Lloyd."
"Ok, then, Lloyd. Call me Kermit."
"Kermit. Right."
"You see Lloyd, we would like to know more about the movie before we agree to do it," Kermit said.
Lloyd hesitated before answering, his grey eyes seeming to freeze on the frog. "Well, um... here!" He handed Kermit a large manilla envelope. "Why don't you read the script? You'll need to read it anyways... learn your part and all."
Kermit took the envelope. "Alright." This wasn't making any sense at all. Why didn't he just tell Kermit what the movie was about? "Are you sure you don't want to just give me, you know, a basic overview of the plot?"
"No, just read the script." Lloyd's eyes narrowed on the frog like a hawk taking aim on it's prey. Then he suddenly relaxed and smiled at Kermit. "I'm sure you'll like it. It's perfect for you and your friends." He pulled his chair in, set his arms on the desk. "Now then, shall we discuss pay? I'm sure you're accustomed to getting a lot..."
"Well now wait a minute, Lloyd," Kermit said. "We haven't even agreed to do the movie yet. We haven't even read the script. We don't even know what the movie is about!"
Lloyd leaned back in his seat, his grey eyes growing narrow again. If it was possible, flames would have surely flown from his eyes. He stayed silent for what seemed like a long time. "Alright." he said finally. "Go read the script. Call me when you've decided to do the movie."
" If we do the movie." Kermit corrected him.
"Right."
Kermit was relieved to be out of the hotel room. He got into the waiting cab, and slowly opened the manilla envelope and took out the script. He began to read as the cab slowly made its way to the boarding house.
Meanwhile Miss Piggy was not at all pleased with having Gina on the couch. After breakfast she was making her way upstairs when she heard singing coming from the family room. She paused to listen.
"Darling can't you see
what you do to me?
Oh, how you fooled me
with those giggles, winks and nudges.
The love that you gave me was
a duplicate with smudges!"
"Oh, brother." Miss Piggy muttered. "And she sings, too." She walked away, still listening to Gina sing,
" 'Cause you put a piece of carbon paper
under your heart,
And gave me just a copy of your love!"
Robin came home from school to find Gina reaching a book in her bag.
"Hey, Gina" he said. "what are you doing?"
"Oh hi, Robin. I was just going to read my book."
"Oh. What book?'
"It's called Old Con and Patrick. Hey, want me to read it to you?"
"Sure!" The young frog hopped up onto the couch next to her.
Soon Rowlf, Fozzie, Gonzo, Camilla, and all of the Electric Mayhem were crowded arounded Gina, listening intently to the story. Then Miss Piggy came downstairs and, seeing that all attention was focussed on Gina, was immediately jealous. Then she heard a piece of the story, and was immediately captivated. She hurried to the couch to hear the rest.
It wasn't long after that when Kermit finally arrived in front of the Muppet Boarding House. He gave the cab driver his fair, then looked at the script and sighed. How would he tell them that they couldn't do this movie? They had all been so excited. But the script was disgusting and depraved, and even Pepe wouldn't stoop to that level. The story line itself was enough to make Kermit's stomach turn. He trudged wearily into the house and set the script in its envelope on the counter. Slowly, he made his way into the family room... and couldn't believe what he saw. Every single one of them was crowded onto the couch, listening to Gina read. It was a truly beautiful, heartwarming sight. It was exactly what he had needed after reading the script.
Robin was the first to notice him standing there. "Hi, Uncle Kermit!" he said cheerfully, and a chorus of hellos followed.
Kermit smiled. "Hello, Robin. Hello, everybody."
"How was the meeting?" Gonzo asked eagerly. Gina looked around, confused. Meeting? What meeting? Oh well, it was none of her business.
Kermit hesitated. "I'll tell you about it later. What are you guys reading?" He said, quickly changing the topic and sitting next to his nephew on the couch.
"It's called Old Con and Patrick," Gina said.
"Oh. That's a good book."
Gina nodded, and continued the narration.
"For the second time since his home-coming Patrick wanted to cry. The fall had wrenched his whole body, scraped the braces against his legs, rubbed the skin off his nose, and hurt his pride abominably..."
Gina's parents came to pick her up after dinner. They thanked the muppets a thousand times for taking care of her, and were quickly ready to go. Gina hobbled to the door on her crutches, turning to face them before she went.
"If you guys ever need anything... anything at all... I'll be happy to help you. You have my number." She said. And like that, she was gone.
All attention immediately turned to Kermit.
"So?" Rowlf asked. They all knew what he was asking about.
Kermit sighed. This would be tough. "So, we're not doing the movie."
"WHAT?!?" They were all shouting instantly.
"What do you mean, 'we're not doing the movie'?"
"Why not?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why wouldn't we do the movie?"
"QUIET!" Kermit shouted. He picked the script up off the counter. "It's no good, guys. It's absolutely disgusting. It has absolutely no morals at all, the jokes aren't the slightest bit funny, it's wretched!"
They stood silently, staring at their leader in shock.
Gonzo spoke up. "What about stunts?"
Kermit shook his head. "The closest thing to a stunt is crossing a busy street."
"Any love scenes?" Miss Piggy asked.
Kermit sighed, opened the script to a page about half way through it. "This is the closest thing to a love scene, if you could even call it that." He handed the script to Miss Piggy, and the rest of the muppets crowded around, trying to read over her shoulder. Kermit pulled Robin away, shaking his head. There was no way he would let his nephew read that.
Miss Piggy threw the script down on the floor, repulsed. "HE EXPECTS ME TO DO THAT!?!" she shouted. "Well, he can FORGET about it!" And the other muppets nodded in agreement. They wanted nothing to do with this pathetic excuse of a movie.
"My point exactly." Kermit said. He went to the phone and called Lloyd. He got an answering machine, so he left a message. "Hello, Lloyd, this is Kermit the Frog calling about that script you gave me today. I've read through it, and we've all discussed it-" he looked around at his friends, "And we've decided that we're not interested in working on it. But thank you for the offer, and best of luck to you."
He hung up. They stood around looking at Kermit, at the floor, at each other. They were bored. Again.
"So now what?" Floyd asked. "We just go back to doing nothing?"
"Rully, like, that was sooo dull," Janice added.
"BORING! BORING!" Animal agreed.
"No," Kermit said. "No, now we're going to do a new show." He had been thinking about it for a while now, without saying anything to anyone. But now it was clear that they needed something, and a show would be perfect. They would have total control over it, it would be an outlet for all their creative muses, it was perfect!
And everyone else seemed to agree. They were all excited.
"Oh, Kermie, really?" Miss Piggy gushed.
"Yes, really. In fact, let's start on it tomorrow." The room roared with excitement. Kermit smiled, knowing that the same old same old was gone. "I'll have to get everybody together. We'll all meet at the theater." And with that, he picked up the phone and started dialing.
"Hello, Scooter? It's Kermit. Yeah, listen, we need to do a new show. Yeah. So start calling people, and tell them all to meet at the theater tomorrow. Yeah. Here, why don't you call Rizzo, Pepe, Clifford, Beauregard- you know what, I'll call Beauregard. But call Pops..."
Floyd felt the bus roll to a stop. He blinked, looked around. Dr. Teeth turned to face them.
"Alright folks, last rest stop in seventy-five miles. Everybody out." He said.
They slowly unboarded again. The usual stretching and yawning was followed by an unexpected race to the bathrooms. Animal dragged Floyd there first.
When he was done, Floyd stood out in the parking lot, completely empty except for the bus. They were no longer any where near the city. Signs of civilization were scattered across the landscape, but they were becoming more and more scarce. They were surrounded mostly by desert. The six-lane highway was down to two lanes now, and what traffic they did see was all headed towards the city.
Floyd gazed off into the distance, losing himself in his thoughts once more...
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The emergency workers had arrived within minutes. They had to use the jaws of life to open the truck door. They were working as fast as they could. But due to the circumstances, "as fast as they could" was fairly slow.
The muppets all sat on the porch steps, worrying about the girl. It was strange to think about- they had no idea who this girl was. They had never met her before, never seen her face. But they were insanely worried about her. Perhaps it was just seeing her in so much trauma that had caught hold of their heart strings. Whether that was it or not, they all knew they wouldn't be able to sleep that night until they knew she was alright.
Kermit seemed to be the most distressed. "I told her she would be alright," he said. "But what if she isn't?"
"She will be," Rowlf assured them. "It was good that you told her that, Kermit. Sometimes just hearing they'll be alright is enough to make a person well."
Miss Piggy could see how upset Kermit was. Rowlf's words hadn't provided quite enough comfort to set him at ease. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, and her own curiousity and worry were getting the better of her.
"I'll go see how she's doing," she said. The other muppets watched her as she got up and walked over to the truck, where the paramedics were still working.
They had just gotten the door open and the seat belt off as she cautiously approached. One of them was giving instructions.
"Okay, Frank, on the count of three: one, two-"
"Wait a second, Jim," the one called Frank said. "Look at this. Her hair is all tangled on the headrest."
Jim looked at where Frank was pointing. "Hmm. So it is. We can't take her out with her hair holding her in."
"We'll have to cut it," Frank agreed.
"Woah! Hold it! Cut her hair?" Miss Piggy interupted.
Jim turned to her surprised. "Yes. How else can we-"
"NO!" Miss Piggy shouted. "Absolutely not!"
These silly paramedics! She thought. It was clear to her that this girl cared for her hair. It was long, it had been well-brushed before the accident, and it had a healthy sheen to it. Yes, this was a girl who cared for her hair. Something these paramedics clearly knew nothing about- guys with long hair and beards- they looked like a couple of hippies. Surely they had no idea how to cut her hair so that it would look good. She would wake up and find her hair in a wreck. That would be trauma enough to match the enitre rest of the accident. So if Miss Piggy had any say in it, those paramedics wouldn't lay a finger on this girl's hair.
"Do NOT cut her hair! Here, just... just untangle it..." And she started to work at the girl's hair, slowly trying to untangle it.
The paramedics looked at her, looked at each other, sighed. Jim turned to another paramedic standing by the ambulance. "Jerry!" He called, signalling for scissors with his hands. He turned to the pig and gently pushed her away from the girl. "Ma'am," he said softly, "We'll be as careful as we can, I promise. But right now it's important that we get her to the hospital as soon as we can."
Miss Piggy realized she was crying. "Well... alright." She whimpered. "Just... just cut as low as possible..."
Jerry came with the scissors, and Jim cut carefully, following Miss Piggy's instructions. The pig stood watch to make sure the hair could be restored easily. Finally the paramedics lifted the girl from the truck wreck.
Miss Piggy returned to the muppets on the porch steps. "The poor thing," She said, "they had to cut her hair to get her out!"
"Miss Piggy? Is she going to be okay?" Robin asked. Miss Piggy nodded. Kermit looked encouraged.
"We'd better go to the hospital with her," he said. "Just until her family comes. So there'll be someone to speak for her."
The other muppets nodded, and got onto the bus to follow the ambulance.
They waited in the emergency room for hours. No one came for the girl, no doctor came out to report. It was around midnight when a nurse finally approached them.
"You're the folks who came with the girl in the truck?" She asked. They nodded. "Well, I have good news, and I have bad news." she said. Judging by her voice, the bad news wasn't that bad.
"Give us the good news first," Kermit said.
The nurse nodded. "Well, the good news is that she had identification on her, so we know who she is. Her name is Gina Brinks, and she's going to be just fine. In fact, she doesn't even need to stay here over night. She'll need plenty of rest, of course, but she'll be just fine."
A collective sigh escaped from the group of muppets. Then they were confused. "Well, then, what's the bad news?" Kermit asked.
"Well, the bad news is that she doesn't live any where near here. We've called her parents, and they're about a thousand miles away. Apparently she was on some sort of road trip. Getting something, I guess." The nurse shrugged. "Basically, she has no where to go until her parents get here to take her home, and that won't be for a couple of days. But we don't want to keep her in the hospital. Like I said, she doesn't need to stay here. We have a shortage of beds as it is, and we wouldn't want to charge her for the extra time in the hospital. It gets expensive, you know, and we try to think of our patients wallets as well as their health."
The nurse took a deep breath. "So what I was wondering, is if... if maybe you folks could let her stay at your place until her parents come? I mean they should get in town by tomorrow night, they said they were leaving right away, and... I mean, if it's not too much trouble..."
Kermit nodded. "Of course. We understand. We've got plenty of room, she can stay with us. Right, guys?" He looked around at his friends. They all nodded except for Miss Piggy. She was hesitant. But Kermit hadn't noticed, and the nurse hadn't either.
"Oh good! I'll go tell the doctor, then." And the nurse hurried down the hall, calling for Dr. Goelz.
The muppets set up a bed for Gina on the couch. There were more than enough bedrooms, but the doctor hadn't wanted her to deal with stairs for a while because of her broken leg.
All of them slept soundly except for Miss Piggy. Sure, she had been worried about Gina, they all had. But this whole having-the-beautiful-damsel-in-distress-stay-with-them thing was worrying her. Because she was a beautiful damsel in distress, and beautiful damsels in distress get Kermit's attention and care. Attention and care that belonged to Miss Piggy. She rolled over in her bed. Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. After all, it was only for one day. But still... She rolled over again and finally drifted to sleep.
Kermit woke up earlier than usual the next day. The doctor had said for Gina to get as much rest as possible. Kermit had an idea: why not give her breakfast in bed? That way she could relax, get some rest, and eat.
He hurried downstairs to make some french toast. As he did, he thought about what little conversation he had had with Gina the day before. It turned out she was something of a fan. Well, maybe more than "something" of a fan- the first thing she did was ask for everyone's autograph.
He carried the food over to the couch on a tray. Gina was laying there awake, staring at the ceiling. She turned and smiled when she saw him. He sat and talked with her as she ate, and they both enjoyed having someone new to talk to.
Miss Piggy heard them talking and came down to join them. She did NOT want any flirting going on while she was sleeping. Of course, there hadn't been any flirting, but she didn't know that.
Soon everyone was downstairs, eating their breakfast in the kitchen while Gina drifted back in and out of sleep. Then Robin went off to school, and everyone went about their usual routines. Except of course for Kermit, who was on his way out the door for his meeting with Mr. Lloyd Galt.
He arrived at the hotel exactly on time and was escorted to Mr. Galt's room. He walked in to find that it had been set up to appear as more of an office. The desk had been pulled away from the wall so that it faced the door, with an extra arm-chair facing either side of it.
"Ah, Mr. the Frog. Come in, please, have a seat." Mr. Galt was tall, with thick muscles. He had light brown hair that looked like it had been tossed onto his head, and grey eyes that seemed to pierce right through Kermit. Something about his composure refused to set Kermit at ease. He had a bad feeling about this Mr. Galt. But surely he was jumping to conclusions- the greeting had been welcome enough.
Kermit sat in the arm-chair opposite Mr. Galt.
"I'm so glad you came, Mr. the Frog" Lloyd Galt continued. "You see I would just be thrilled to have you and your friends in this movie. I actually wrote it with you in mind," he said.
"Oh! Well, I'm, I'm honored, Mr. Galt-" he started to say.
"Please, call me Lloyd."
"Ok, then, Lloyd. Call me Kermit."
"Kermit. Right."
"You see Lloyd, we would like to know more about the movie before we agree to do it," Kermit said.
Lloyd hesitated before answering, his grey eyes seeming to freeze on the frog. "Well, um... here!" He handed Kermit a large manilla envelope. "Why don't you read the script? You'll need to read it anyways... learn your part and all."
Kermit took the envelope. "Alright." This wasn't making any sense at all. Why didn't he just tell Kermit what the movie was about? "Are you sure you don't want to just give me, you know, a basic overview of the plot?"
"No, just read the script." Lloyd's eyes narrowed on the frog like a hawk taking aim on it's prey. Then he suddenly relaxed and smiled at Kermit. "I'm sure you'll like it. It's perfect for you and your friends." He pulled his chair in, set his arms on the desk. "Now then, shall we discuss pay? I'm sure you're accustomed to getting a lot..."
"Well now wait a minute, Lloyd," Kermit said. "We haven't even agreed to do the movie yet. We haven't even read the script. We don't even know what the movie is about!"
Lloyd leaned back in his seat, his grey eyes growing narrow again. If it was possible, flames would have surely flown from his eyes. He stayed silent for what seemed like a long time. "Alright." he said finally. "Go read the script. Call me when you've decided to do the movie."
" If we do the movie." Kermit corrected him.
"Right."
Kermit was relieved to be out of the hotel room. He got into the waiting cab, and slowly opened the manilla envelope and took out the script. He began to read as the cab slowly made its way to the boarding house.
Meanwhile Miss Piggy was not at all pleased with having Gina on the couch. After breakfast she was making her way upstairs when she heard singing coming from the family room. She paused to listen.
"Darling can't you see
what you do to me?
Oh, how you fooled me
with those giggles, winks and nudges.
The love that you gave me was
a duplicate with smudges!"
"Oh, brother." Miss Piggy muttered. "And she sings, too." She walked away, still listening to Gina sing,
" 'Cause you put a piece of carbon paper
under your heart,
And gave me just a copy of your love!"
Robin came home from school to find Gina reaching a book in her bag.
"Hey, Gina" he said. "what are you doing?"
"Oh hi, Robin. I was just going to read my book."
"Oh. What book?'
"It's called Old Con and Patrick. Hey, want me to read it to you?"
"Sure!" The young frog hopped up onto the couch next to her.
Soon Rowlf, Fozzie, Gonzo, Camilla, and all of the Electric Mayhem were crowded arounded Gina, listening intently to the story. Then Miss Piggy came downstairs and, seeing that all attention was focussed on Gina, was immediately jealous. Then she heard a piece of the story, and was immediately captivated. She hurried to the couch to hear the rest.
It wasn't long after that when Kermit finally arrived in front of the Muppet Boarding House. He gave the cab driver his fair, then looked at the script and sighed. How would he tell them that they couldn't do this movie? They had all been so excited. But the script was disgusting and depraved, and even Pepe wouldn't stoop to that level. The story line itself was enough to make Kermit's stomach turn. He trudged wearily into the house and set the script in its envelope on the counter. Slowly, he made his way into the family room... and couldn't believe what he saw. Every single one of them was crowded onto the couch, listening to Gina read. It was a truly beautiful, heartwarming sight. It was exactly what he had needed after reading the script.
Robin was the first to notice him standing there. "Hi, Uncle Kermit!" he said cheerfully, and a chorus of hellos followed.
Kermit smiled. "Hello, Robin. Hello, everybody."
"How was the meeting?" Gonzo asked eagerly. Gina looked around, confused. Meeting? What meeting? Oh well, it was none of her business.
Kermit hesitated. "I'll tell you about it later. What are you guys reading?" He said, quickly changing the topic and sitting next to his nephew on the couch.
"It's called Old Con and Patrick," Gina said.
"Oh. That's a good book."
Gina nodded, and continued the narration.
"For the second time since his home-coming Patrick wanted to cry. The fall had wrenched his whole body, scraped the braces against his legs, rubbed the skin off his nose, and hurt his pride abominably..."
Gina's parents came to pick her up after dinner. They thanked the muppets a thousand times for taking care of her, and were quickly ready to go. Gina hobbled to the door on her crutches, turning to face them before she went.
"If you guys ever need anything... anything at all... I'll be happy to help you. You have my number." She said. And like that, she was gone.
All attention immediately turned to Kermit.
"So?" Rowlf asked. They all knew what he was asking about.
Kermit sighed. This would be tough. "So, we're not doing the movie."
"WHAT?!?" They were all shouting instantly.
"What do you mean, 'we're not doing the movie'?"
"Why not?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Why wouldn't we do the movie?"
"QUIET!" Kermit shouted. He picked the script up off the counter. "It's no good, guys. It's absolutely disgusting. It has absolutely no morals at all, the jokes aren't the slightest bit funny, it's wretched!"
They stood silently, staring at their leader in shock.
Gonzo spoke up. "What about stunts?"
Kermit shook his head. "The closest thing to a stunt is crossing a busy street."
"Any love scenes?" Miss Piggy asked.
Kermit sighed, opened the script to a page about half way through it. "This is the closest thing to a love scene, if you could even call it that." He handed the script to Miss Piggy, and the rest of the muppets crowded around, trying to read over her shoulder. Kermit pulled Robin away, shaking his head. There was no way he would let his nephew read that.
Miss Piggy threw the script down on the floor, repulsed. "HE EXPECTS ME TO DO THAT!?!" she shouted. "Well, he can FORGET about it!" And the other muppets nodded in agreement. They wanted nothing to do with this pathetic excuse of a movie.
"My point exactly." Kermit said. He went to the phone and called Lloyd. He got an answering machine, so he left a message. "Hello, Lloyd, this is Kermit the Frog calling about that script you gave me today. I've read through it, and we've all discussed it-" he looked around at his friends, "And we've decided that we're not interested in working on it. But thank you for the offer, and best of luck to you."
He hung up. They stood around looking at Kermit, at the floor, at each other. They were bored. Again.
"So now what?" Floyd asked. "We just go back to doing nothing?"
"Rully, like, that was sooo dull," Janice added.
"BORING! BORING!" Animal agreed.
"No," Kermit said. "No, now we're going to do a new show." He had been thinking about it for a while now, without saying anything to anyone. But now it was clear that they needed something, and a show would be perfect. They would have total control over it, it would be an outlet for all their creative muses, it was perfect!
And everyone else seemed to agree. They were all excited.
"Oh, Kermie, really?" Miss Piggy gushed.
"Yes, really. In fact, let's start on it tomorrow." The room roared with excitement. Kermit smiled, knowing that the same old same old was gone. "I'll have to get everybody together. We'll all meet at the theater." And with that, he picked up the phone and started dialing.
"Hello, Scooter? It's Kermit. Yeah, listen, we need to do a new show. Yeah. So start calling people, and tell them all to meet at the theater tomorrow. Yeah. Here, why don't you call Rizzo, Pepe, Clifford, Beauregard- you know what, I'll call Beauregard. But call Pops..."
= Miss. Piggy and 
= Animal.