Destination: Home

[Beauregard]

I thought she was getting married all along...but...

Also, don't feel next time that you need to keep close to the story all the time. If you want a one-on-one basketball with Piggy and Giuna...I would LOVE to see that. Deleted scene maybe?

 

[TogetherAgain]

Ooh... deleted scenes... let's see, we can have the Miss Piggy vs. Gina Brinks game, we can have the opening number- what, you didn't know there was an opening number? Back before I decided everybody moved out, there was a very cool opening number. So we can have that, we can have the Electric Mayhem song, we can have... Oh, this is fun!

And Count, it was hard to find a Muppet name's correct spelling because I wasn't using my brain and didn't remember your list. Silly me, I was searching Kermitage... oy, I hate it when I make things a zillion times harder than they should be.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Hey, just got caught up on the commentary and just wanted to let you know I'm still liking it! It's really fun to see where you got your ideas. I like your ideas for the deleted scenes. I hope that you use some of those! Drag this out as long as you like, it's SO entertaining!

 

[TogetherAgain]

Drag this out as long as you like, it's SO entertaining!

Oh, I fully intend to. Why? Well, because I have nothing better to do. And my next story just isn't coming along like it should. But we'll get there. For now, more commentary to come, and then a "making of," and then deleted scenes. Ooh, I wonder if I could figure out some good bloopers... probably not... I think I'm having too much fun with this.

 

[Emosewa]

Ahh I finally read it all! It's a very great story! ^_^ Though sadly I dont' have the energy to read the commentaries right now.Heh.. But bravo! Bravo! and it's given me inspiration for another fraggle story. *can already hear all the groans at Fraggle Rocker. * ^_^

 

[TogetherAgain]

commentary on Terror Dirt Road

commentary I'll provide some comic relief in this chapter. It's so serious and scary, it needs a little mocking. If I don't laugh at it, I'll get scared, and there's something wrong about the commmentator getting scared of the story. end commentary​

They found Galt's property with surprising ease. Like the cabin, it was surrounded entirely with woods, but the entrance was much more visible.

commentary I'm terribly unoriginal when it comes to seclusion. The cabin was surrounded by trees. Galt's house was surrounded by trees. And in the story I'm writing now, guess where the bad guy's current hide out is? Surrounded by trees! I gotta get my characters a nice deserted island someplace... end commentary​

Gina unhitched her car from the bus as the muppets slowly unboarded. Then she turned to face them. One look in their eyes told her that none of them wanted to be there. They were filled with fear, worry, dread, and doubt. Gina couldn't help but wonder what she would feel if she were ever to...

commentary ...if she were ever to... face her run away brother and try to keep herself from beating him to a pulp for all the things he's put her and her family through. She has a very violent nature that is covered entirely by her sympathy. Ok so she doesn't, but sometimes she tells herself she does. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, the story. Anyway. end commentary​

She brushed the thought from her mind. No time for that. Only time for encouragement and goodbye, and then she had a wedding to get to.

commentary The original sentence was something like "only time for giving encouragement and saying goodbye, and then she had a wedding to get to." But then I kept singing "Saying Goodbye", and I had already tried singing and writing at the same time and found that it doesn't quite work, so I re-worded the sentence. I ended up singing "Saying Goodbye" anyway. end commentary​

So she smiled at them. "Alright, guys," she said, bending down to give each of them a hug. "Good luck."

Miss Piggy got the last hug. She looked at Gina skeptically, trying to quelle her own nerves. "Is that what you're wearing to the wedding?" she asked, examining Gina's blue jeans and bright yellow t-shirt, her long black hair tied in a sloppy pony tail.

commentary Miss Piggy. Ever the fashion critic. Reminds me of my sister in that way. But anyway, I had Gina dressed all sloppy so we didn't see her wedding dress yet. end commentary​

Gina smiled into Miss Piggy's eyes. "No, I'm changing when I get there. I have my dress and everything in the car."

Miss Piggy nodded vaguely, wishing that really was all she cared about at that moment.

Gina started to walk back towards her car. "You'll call if you need help?"

Fozzie hesitated. "But... you'll be at the wedding..."

Gina waved it aside. "Oh, don't worry about that," she said. "People get married all the time, right?"

commentary Oh yeah, all the time, you know, people are always getting married. That's what people do these days, you know, they're always just... getting married! ...right? <ahem>. Maybe not. end commentary​

"Well, yeah, but Gina-" Kermit started to say, but she silenced him with a single look.

"Kermit. If you need help. Call me." Then she smiled again. "Good luck."

commentary She's very stubborn, that Gina. Very stubborn indeed. Thank goodness for that, or they might not have called her. end commentary​

Then she got in her car and started up the engine. As she roared off, they heard her shout, "Destination: Wedding!"

They turned to face the dirt road that led to Galt's house. They grasped each other's hands without quite realizing it, and took a deep breath. They took one step, and then another, and another, and another, slowly walking towards their greatest fear.

commentary Ooh, powerful words, powerful words. They're scared. They're petrified. Their subconciouses are all in "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my" mode. Oh, they're just shaking in their boots. Or at least, they would be if any of them were wearing boots. We've got scary music playing in the background, and we're just... things are just getting creepy in a "it's the middle of a sunny day but it feels like midnight" kind of way. Freaky. end commentary​

Five feet of dirt road behind them. And now ten, and now twenty. And now the road was going up a large hill. And now thirty feet of dirt road behind them. And now forty, and fifty, and here they were at the top of the hill. And now sixty feet, and now seventy feet...

They found themselves at the bottom of the hill, a war within each of them between the need for calm and the reality of nerves.

There was a crash of branches, a flash of grey, blocking their path, and suddenly the grey mass snapped out at them, snatching Kermit right out of their hands, and starting to walk away.

commentary This is the part where everybody in the theater screams. "Ah, sudden grey! AHHHHHH! Movement!" end commentary​

"HOLD IT!" Miss Piggy shouted.

"Where are you taking him?!?" Fozzie asked.

The mass of grey turned to face them. Kermit was squirming in one man's arms, trying to wiggle his way to freedom, but it was no use. The man was holding just a little too tight for that. He looked desperately to his friends. Then he saw Robin, and he tried to hide his fear. But it was too late for that. Robin had already seen the look in his uncle's eyes.

commentary Uh oh, now Robin's scared. Wait he was scared before. But now he sees Uncle Kermit's scared. And that's bad. That's very bad. That's his support system breaking. That's some major trauma for a little frog. end commentary​

Another man in grey spoke to them, softly. "We're taking him to Mr. Galt," he said. "Mr. Galt told us to take Mr. the Frog to him. He didn't ask for any one else." His eyes seemed to plead with the muppets as he said, "Go away from here."

commentary Now pretty soon we're gonna find out that this is Brian Henson talking to us. So of course he's on our side. But we don't really know he's on our side yet. This is the first hint that the men in grey might not be so bad. end commentary​

"NOT SO FAST!" Miss Piggy shouted. She stepped forward from the group. "You take your filthy paws off that frog RIGHT NOW!"

The man's eyes continued to plead. "Ma'am, please..."

She took up her classic karate position. "NOW."

The man was getting nervous now. "I... I can't..."

"HIIIIIIIII-YAAAAAAAA!"

And chaos erupted. The men charged her. She charged the men. A series of karate-chops, kicks, screams, yells, punches, shouts. The other muppets watched, trying to help, but finding they fared better on the sidelines, cheering for Miss Piggy with all of their might. Kermit's struggling became more fierce in the first man's arms, still to no avail. Somewhere in the midst of the fight, the man slipped away with the frog towards Galt's house. Kermit shouted out, "HELP! HELP!" but no one could hear him above all the other noise.

There was a sudden silence on the dirt road. Eleven men dressed in grey circled around Miss Piggy, while she stood, prepared to fight in the center. Then all at once they charged, from every direction, and she was powerless against the combined force. They lifted her up and began to hurry back to the house. The other muppets chased after, screaming, "WAIT! WAIT!" They ran as long as they could, each of them slowly coming to a stop, scattered down the dirt road. They were exhausted, collapsing into the ground, unable to go a single step more. In the distance, growing fainter and fainter, they could hear Miss Piggy crying out, "Helllllllllllllp!"

commentary They were going easy on her. At this point, she hardly has a scratch on her. They don't want to hurt her. They don't want to hurt anybody. Well, except for maybe Galt. But that's different. He's been threatening their families, and the Muppets... he's a bad guy. It's okay to hurt him. Or to want to, anyway. end commentary​

They lay in the dust for what felt like a very long time. Slowly, they got up, and headed back up the road, until they returned to being one large group.

The ten of them looked at each other in silence. None of them knew what to do. None of them were quite sure what had happened. They stood there for a while, trying to get their bearings.

Robin broke the silence. "They took Uncle Kermit."

They nodded. "Yeah, and Miss Piggy, too," Rowlf said.

"So what do we do now?" Gonzo asked.

A brief moment of silence before Floyd spoke. "We've gotta get them back."

"Rully. But like, how are we going to do that?" Janice asked.

commentary They are so lost. They have absolutely no idea what to do without their not-so-fearless-leader, Kermit the Frog. I figured Fozzie would step up to bat. Rowlf maybe, too, but more Fozzie. He was the intended second-banana on The Muppet Show, so he got to be the banana here. But not in the banana sketch. And he doesn't have a banana in his ear. What is it with muppets and bananas? end commentary​

And another brief moment of silence. Fozzie turned and started walking up the road away from the house, and the others followed. "We'll call Gina," he said.

They got back to the main road and split into two groups. The Electric Mayhem turned to the right, while Fozzie, Rowlf, Gonzo, Camilla, and Robin went left. They walked in their opposite directions searching for a pay phone. After an hour, The Electric Mayhem found one. Floyd and Animal ran back the other way to catch up with the other group, and led them back to the phone. Fozzie put in the coins and dialed.

Gina was laughing with her friends when she heard her phone. "Oh, excuse me..." she said.

commentary This scene would be very difficult to do in movie form without giving away that Gina was the bride. Not sure how that would work. end commentary​

She stepped away from the group and picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Gina?" Fozzie's voice came across the line.

"Fozzie! What's wrong? What happened?"

"They ...they just came out of nowhere, Gina, I don't know what happened, it just... it... I mean..."

"Fozzie, now, just calm down. Take a deep breath. Calm down. Get your thoughts together. Now just tell me what happened."

"We were on the way to the house, and all of a sudden, there were those men, and... and they took Kermit and Miss Piggy..."

"Okay, Fozzie, just relax. Tell me where you are now."

Something clattered at the other end. She thought she heard a muffled scream, but she couldn't be certain.

"Hello? Fozzie? Fozzie, are you there? Fozzie?..."

...The receiver dangled from the silver cord of the pay phone, swinging just a little bit in the air. There was no one around to hear a voice coming from across the wires.

"Guys? Are you there? Hello? Hello? Guys?"

commentary No scary music here, the image alone is effective. In fact, it's more effective without scary music. Now do you want to know what happened? The grey men snuck up behind the muppets, grabbed them, put a hand over their mouths, and carried them into the waiting truck on the other side of the trees. No one was hurt. They wouldn't hurt the muppets. end commentary​

 

[redBoobergurl]

The commentary definately made this chapter less scary and threatening! I found myself laughing out loud. And I'm at work right now and everyone's like "yeah...."

 

[The Count]

Well... If you don't want to give it away that it was Gina's own wedding... Not just yet anyway...
You could have the scene where she picks up the phone with Gina wearing her bridal dress. But wait just a second... Don't give her the veil nor flowers nor none of that. Establish the misdirection home that Gina's dressed in her wedding outfit as one of the bride's maids. Then, when she comes back later in the story, there she's dressed in full bride regalia.

Hope that helps somewhat.
Now, if you don't mind, I have three certain young kittens to tend to.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Ooh, cool idea, Count.

Meanwhile you know what I'm doing?

I'm bouncin off the walls, bouncin off the walls, bouncin bouncin bouncin bouncin bouncin off the walls. Because I'm writing another story, and I want to post it, but I want to wait until I'm done with this one, and it doesn't have a title yet, and all that other stuff. So I would just continue writing it in my funny little notebook, but all of a sudden I hit a writer's block, so I'm like, ok now what? And I'm thinking I'll post more commentary, but it's confusing, because I'm already thinking what I want in the commentary for my new story, and blah blah blah blah blah, so yeah. And I just wrote this scene, that's like, ooh, got you by the heart and yanking it out. I almost started crying. Which is weird, because I was crying at something I wouldn't normally cry at. I think I'm more affected by what I write than what I read, hear, and watch. It's kinda creepy. But anyway, since I'm in a rambley commentary-ifying mood, I think I'll go commentary-ify. I don't think commentary-ify is really a word, but I don't particularly care. Anyway.

This post is definately not concise at all.

 

[TogetherAgain]

The Bottom of commentary

commentary Well, here we are in chapter fourteen. The chapter that poses two questions. One, how many fanfics can I reference in one chapter. Two, how bad can it get for the muppets. Let's find the answer to number one together, shall we? I will point out all of the references as we go, and give you a link to each one. How does that sound? Good? Good, because that's what you're getting. end commentary​

A blank, square hole at the top of the far stone wall functioned as a window and the only light. It was a long, narrow room that ran beneath the entire right side of the house. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of a dark, cold stone. Each of the two side walls were lined with five jail cells, equal in size, each with a pile of old rags in one of the corners. On each side of the room, next to the window wall, there was an empty space the same size as the cells. But instead of a cell, there was a large empty bird cage mounted on the wall to either side of the window. Through the window, one could see only the tips of a few blades of grass. About a foot below the window, a single nail driven partway into the stone carried a large, metal ring that held keys to every cell and the cages. A narrow aisle ran between the two lines of cells, just as wide as the door that stood exactly opposite the window.

A sad, low voice echoed slightly on the walls in a slow, mellow song.

"...bein red, or yellow, or gold,
or something much more colorful like that.
It's not that easy bein' green.
It seems you blend in
with so many other
ordinary things.
And people tend
to pass you...
...over..."

commentary Alright, reference number one is a double reference. First the bird cages, and then the "frog singing "Bein Green" in a dungeon setting". These are both references to the phenomenal fanfic of Beauregard's "Fan Fic- And what is on the other side...?" This story, though long, is wonderful. However, it is quite unfortunately routinely forgotten by it's own author. end commentary​

From his seat on the pile of rags in the first cell on the right, Kermit let the song die before it ended. It had always made him feel better before. Always. But now it offered him no comfort at all. He had thought they had hit the bottom a week ago when the bus had broken down. But now he knew he had been wrong. Because they had been there before, and they had gotten out before, and deep down, they had known they would get out again.

But now...

Kermit leaned his head against the stone wall. It was so smooth, hard, cold... like marble... marble numbers, that had been a gift... he brushed the thought away.

commentary Reference number two is to The Count's "Numbers of the Night". This story is spooky and wonderful and it has not been added to for a full week. <ahem.> end commentary​

Now he didn't have anything. He really, truly had nothing. He had been taken from his friends, from the outside world. He was alone in a dungeon in Galt's basement. Alone, with absolutely nothing. He had come to The End.

commentary That's another reference to Beau's story. I keep doing that on accident. It's kind of funny. end commentary​

He felt his heart breaking at the thought. Why had Galt torn them apart like this? Surely even he couldn't stoop this low. Who would take friends apart, he thought. Especially friends that are family. He might as well take away food and water, too. Where would anyone be without friends?

He thought of all the pairs and sets of friends he knew. As for himself, well, he had Fozzie, and Gonzo, and Rowlf, and Scooter, and Robin, and Miss Piggy, and Grover, and so many others. Then the Electric Mayhem came to mind. Nothing could break them up. And Gonzo and Rizzo, and Statler and Waldorf, and Robin and Sweetums, and Bunsen and Beaker, and Johnny and Sal, and all of the Fraggles... and there was Blotch and Goggles and Croaker and Pilgrim... Ernie and Bert. Bert and Ernie. Their friendship had had it's own fair share of tests, and they could never break up.

commentary We have here a reference to redBoobergurl's "Fan Fic- SS: The Search for Bert". This beautiful story has recently received some commentary of it's own. Very wonderful. end commentary​

There were so many pairs, so many groups, of people who had such strong friendships. People he knew. People who were family. His family.

And now, they had all been taken from him. All of them. And he was left, alone, in some forlorn jail cell, with no contact to the outside world...

The outside world... The theater... Scooter... I haven't talked to him since I called last week. I wonder how things there are. I wonder how they're doing, getting ready for the show. I hope things are ok there. I wish I had some way to talk to them. For all I know, the theater's burned down..."

commentary The theater's burned down! A reference to Beth C's "Fanfic- We Need A Little Christmas". A beautiful, unfinished, long forgotten tale, many threads beyond what you'll find listed on the board. She started and didn't finish another beauty that I didn't reference, but I'll give you the link anyway because it's only two threads ahead of the other one. It's called "Behind the Romance, There is Reality" and it is really my inspiration for just about any Kermit/Miss Piggy conflicts. And somebody better use those links, because I went through a lot to get them. end commentary​

He shuddered at the thought, then continued to shiver from the cold. He pulled one of the rags up around himself for warmth.

I wonder what Fozzie and everybody is doing now. Miss Piggy was fighting. I wonder who won. Maybe she did. But then, there were twelve of them... no, eleven. One of them took me here. Well, they'll probably try to find a way to get me out of here. That seems like what they would do. I hope they can find me.

He wondered, then, if they would be angry when they found him. After all, it was his fault. He was their leader, and he had led them here. He had been the one to say they weren't going to do the movie. He had been the one to decide to leave. He had been the one to say they were going to face Galt. He had been the one who told them they were going to his house. It would make sense for him to be the one they got mad at. But some how, he doubted they would. He had been the one to lead them there, but he would be the only one to blame him.

He tried, as he had many times before, to figure out why he was leading them in the first place. He struggled with it a bit, and decided, as he usually did, that he simply didn't know. Perhaps that was just the way it was. Perhaps there was no reason to it at all. Perhaps if he had known them in high school, he would have led them then, too.

commentary Ah ha, another reference. This one to theprawncracker's "Fan-Fic: Muppet High". Absolutely hilarious, I must say. And this one has been getting some of it's own commentary, too. I feel like a trend setter. Except not really. Oh, and did I mention, this is another one of those "Kermit's moment of depression and 'boy did I screw up' ". I think I forgot to mention that. I've been too busy pointing out references. Gah! end commentary​

He could understand why he led Robin. That made sense. He was Robin's uncle, he was supposed be some sort of leader. Still, he had somehow turned into more of a father than an uncle to the young frog. But that had happened long ago...

commentary Another reference! This one hadn't come out yet when I referenced it, but Beau had talked to me about it. It is referencing his lovely "Robin's Story", which I knew about ahead of time because I helped with the ending a little bit. Not much though. That is definately Beau's story for Vibs. Thus endeth the long line of references. Now wasn't that fun? Now we get to be all depressed! end commentary​

Suddenly the door swung open with a loud bang. Kermit jumped to his feet, surprised, scared.

Galt walked in, with his personal set of keys in one hand, and a large bundle of something in his other arm.

commentary This was painful to write. How do you refer to Miss Piggy as being nothing more than a mere "large bundle"? Oh gosh, it was awful to write. end commentary​

He unlocked the cell next to Kermit's, threw the bundle in, and locked it again. He started to walk back out, but he stopped right in front of Kermit. He grabbed one of the bars of the cell and leaned in.

"You feeling any regret yet, Frog?" he sneered, and then he walked out of the room, slamming the heavy door behind him.

commentary You evil, evil Mr. Galt, you... You evil... evil... Evil Thing! Oh, I hate him. I can't believe I created that monster. end commentary​

Kermit looked into the next cell. The bundle had collapsed onto the floor, and hadn't moved. It was something... and then he realized. It wasn't something. It was someone.

He rushed to the other side of his cell, crouching next to the heap, examining.

commentary I hate this part. I mean, I love that it's so gut-wrenchingly-depressing, because that means I did a good job. But I hate it. It was absolute torture to write. It hurts to do this to the muppets. It really hurts. end commentary​

The normally perfect curls of blonde were tangled and matted. The purple gloves were soiled and torn. The heel on one of the shoes was broken off, the toe of the other had a hole. The dress that had looked so clean and perfect was now twisted on her body, covered with shoe marks where she had been kicked. Her legs, arms, and neck were covered with cuts and bruises. The single string of pearls she always wore was broken. She laid there without moving, not making a single sound. Her face was blocked by her hair, but he didn't have a doubt as to who this was. He just didn't want to admit to himself that this was her.

commentary I had already admitted it to myself. And I hated myself for it. Oh, gosh... I really don't like reading this part... end commentary​

But he had to. He found his voice. "Miss Piggy?"

She didn't move. She didn't say anything. She just laid there.

"Miss Piggy?" he tried again.

Nothing.

"Miss Piggy? Piggy, it's me. It... it's Kermit, Piggy."

Nothing.

commentary I'm making myself cry over here. Why am I reading this? I... oh, I can't look... end commentary​

He reached through the bars and brushed her hair away from her face.

The rest of her looked awful. But this looked even worse. Longer cuts. Bigger bruises. Her eyes were shut.

He tried to bite back his tears. "Piggy? Piggy, you're okay. You're okay now, Piggy. See, I'm... I'm right here, Piggy..."

He took her hand, squeezed it. "Piggy?... Piggy, please, answer me... Piggy..."

But she didn't say anything. She didn't make a sound. She didn't move at all.

He took a rag from the pile in her cell and spread it over her. Then he pulled her hand through the bars and held it close to him, leaning against the bars, his eyes never moving from her face. "Don't do this to me, Piggy. Please..."

commentary You're on your own, folks. I can't do this. I can't do commentary for this. I know what's coming, and I just can't do it. I don't know how I ever wrote this. One thing before I go, though. I mention that her eyes open and shut, but Miss Piggy's eyes can't move. I think they would have to make a special puppet for this scene, because it's very effective, and I would hate for it to be cut. Anyway, I'll meet you at the next chapter. The rest of this is pretty self-explanitory, anyway. end commentary​

Her eyes flickered part way open for a brief second and shut again. Then they opened, slowly. Only a little bit. But it was enough for her to see him, recognize him, look at him for just a moment before her eyes slid shut again, and the darkness overtook her once more.

Kermit clutched her hand, squeezing it closer to him, not realizing he was shaking. A tear escaped from his eye and slid down his face, dropping onto the cold stone ground. She didn't move at all, didn't make a single sound.

"Piggy..."

He sat with her like that for a long time. Then her eyes fluttered slowly open, resting on his face. She felt weak, oh, so weak...

"Piggy?"

She squeezed his hand.

He reached his other hand through the bars and gently touched her hair.

"Is this all from the fight?" he whispered.

It took a lot of effort, but she managed to rock her head, just a fraction of an inch, a little closer to the ground and then back up. No. It wasn't all from the fight.

He moved his hand from her hair to her face, stroking her cheek, being carful not to touch any of her injuries.

She let her eyes drift shut again, trying to find her strength. The pain overwhelmed her body to the extent that she couldn't even think. Her only comfort was Kermit's gentle hand. She tried to focus on it, tried to forget the searing pain. After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes once more.

He watched her, holding her hand, stroking her cheek. It hurt so much to see her like this. And it wasn't even all from the fight. Which meant that she had been put through something else. Something worse. Where was everybody else? Were they being put through something similar? Or had they somehow gotten away? He hoped the second one was what had happened.

He realized tears were flowing down his face like a river. He tried to force himself to stop crying. Stop that, he thought. Stop it right now. You have to be strong for Piggy. The tears began to slow, and finally stopped completely. He gave her hand just the tiniest squeeze, trying to tell her that he was okay, that everything would work out.

But she had seen his tears. She had seen the effort it took him to stop them. She saw the despair he was trying to hide in his eyes. A single tear rolled down her own cheek.

Kermit quickly wiped the tear away and returned to stroking her cheek. It was all he could do. He looked once more at her cuts, her bruises, her battered clothing, and returned again to her eyes.

"What happened to you," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Miss Piggy squeezed his hand again, shut her eyes, opened them, gathered every bit of strength she could, and sent it to her vocal chords.

"Galt."

Her eyes shut again, and Kermit could feel her slipping back into unconciousness. He held her hand, stroked her cheek, gazed into her face, hoped she would come back.

"Oh, Piggy..."