Chapter Eight- Making another agreement
Mo has followed Miss Poogy all day, asking to do things, in hopes in discovering her plans. Unfortunately, everything Mo asked to do, Poogy wouldn't let her.
"Miss Poogy, can I make you a sandwich?" Mo asked.
"No, I'll do it." Poogy snapped.
"Well that's not fair! We made a deal, that I do you favors in exchange for information, but you aren't letting me do anything at all!" Mo yelled.
No one yells at Poogy. Ever. Period. So, I assume you can imagine the angry look on her face.
"You got some guts yellin' at me kid..." Poogy snapped.
Mo was sweating. Observing Poogy from a distance is scary enough. Imagine it up close!
"What're ya so quiet for? Say somethin'!" Poogy yelled.
Mo still remained quiet.
Poogy thought for a second.
"Alright fine. I'll let you do stuff. Your first favor is gonna be to say somethin'!" Poogy yelled.
Mo smiled at how silence gets her some results.
"Ok."
"Ask me somethin'."
"Um... So does this really have to do with Jaz?" Mo asked.
Poogy rolled her eyes. "Well... Yes, and no."
"Yes and no?" Mo's speechless again.
"The problem isn't really HER, but she's related to the problem..." Poogy explained.
"Interesting..." Mo mumbled.
Poogy walked off into the room she was staying in. Meanwhile, Mo ran to the kitchen.
Jaz seemed to have crashed on the floor last night.
It must be upsetting to be so scared, you can't even sleep in your own room. Mo attempted to shake her awake.
"Jaz, wake up!"
"FOREIGNERS!!!!!" Jaz yelled. Jaz looked around, clearly confused. All she saw was Mo.
"Oh, hi Mo. What's up?" Jaz asked.
"So, great news, you are half way not the problem." Mo smiled. Jaz, was puzzled again. But then again, she always was a puzzled. Always.
"What do you mean by that?"
Mo shrugged. "No idea."
At that moment, Fozzie came in, to get some breakfast.
He was so sleepy, that... he saw nothing.
Seriously, it's a wonder how he got to the kitchen.
"Fozzie!" Mo yelled, smiling.
It startled him so much, that he fell in the garbage can.
"Anyone else have the urge to watch The Great Muppet Caper right now?" Jaz chuckled.
Fozzie got up, with the garbage can stuck to his butt.
It only made Mo and Jaz laugh.
"I used to do that to Fozzie all the time when we were little!"
Mo laughed.
"And I hated it." Said Fozzie, trying to pry the can off his butt. Jaz laughed. Then frowned. She didn't have siblings...
"Anyway, Fozzie, Jaz is halfway not the problem, so I still need more information." Mo explained.
Jaz and Fozzie thought for a moment... Or at least Jaz did. It was really hard to think with a garbage can on his butt.
"Well... Maybe you should ask the other Moopets. Sometimes the right way to find out about someone is through their friends... If they're friends..." Jaz blushed a bit. Giving ideas wasn't her cup of java. But Mo seemed to have some cogs turning in that brain of hers.
"Great idea..." And with that, Mo walked off into the attic, where Roowlf was.
Roowlf was being a canine, trying to track down a kitten.
"Um, Roowlf?" Mo called.
Startled, Roowlf started barking. Then he realized it was a human, and not a feline.
"What?! I'm tryin' to catch me some breakfast!"
Mo took a few steps back.
"I only came to ask about Miss Poogy... What's she like?" Mo asked, trying to force out a smile.
"Well, she's mean, heartless, fat, mean, violent, pig-ish, mean, and mean!" Roowlf nodded once to confirm he was done. "You said, mean like four times!" Mo shouted.
"She's that mean."
"No comment..." Mo ran back downstairs.
Hoping to find Janooce.
Mo entered the room that all of the Moopets, except Poogy, were staying in. In the room now, was Janooce and Foozie. It was good for Mo, because that meant she could ask both of them and save time.
"Hey guys!" Mo smiled as best as she could.
Janooce smiled and nodded. "Hola."
"Yo." Foozie said, playing with one of Jaz's favorite game systems.
"Uh, does she only speak spanish?"
"No, no, I speak english." Janooce patted Mo on the hand in assurance that she wasn't so foreign.
"Oh. You don't seem as mean as everyone says..."
"Until you tick us off." Foozie chuckled.
"Oh... Uh... Anyway... Do you guys think you could tell me something about Miss Poogy?" Mo asked.
"Well, she's a bit overwieght..."
"Si, Si, Mucho grande puerca." Janooce agreed.
"Uh, I mean personality wise." Mo chuckled, a little nervously.
"Oh! Well... I couldn't tell you. Miss Poogy usually locks herself away in her room during the day. Unless we're all going somewhere and she comes along, I don't usually see her..." Foozie explained.
Mo thought for a moment. Miss Poogy was like, their leader. How is it, that she let's them live their lives? She doesn't appear to be that kind of person. And there's no way in heck she changed from The Muppets, to now. Mo pondered about her, until Janooce finally spoke.
"I do know she has a diary."
"Great. Miss Poogy has a diary. Civilization has no purpose. as of right now." Mo said, walking off to find Kermoot, the last Moopet she needed to speak to.
Kermoot was on the roof, just watching the clouds. Which is wierd, because he doesn't LOOK like the kind of guy who does that... But then again, Miss Poogy has a diary...
Mo approached Kermoot, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, are you Kermoot?" Mo asked.
Kermoot looked over his shoulder, and nodded.
"Yea, whatcha need?"
"Um, I was wondering if you could tell me about Miss Poogy."
"Well... She... I could tell you all about her..."
"Really?!"
Kermoot nodded.
"What kind of person is she?"
"Well... She's actually very sensitive, and girly... Well... Not girly, she hates that. She hates cute. So... I guess you could call her a tomboy..."
"I'm sorry, I zoned when you said she was SENSITIVE..." Mo said.
Kermoot smiled a bit when Mo said that.
"Well... She used to be."
"Then what happened?"
"She got amniesa, and I blame myself for it..."
Mo put a hand on her shoulder, thinking of a way to make him feel better, without walking into a long winded story.
"We used to love eachother..." Kermoot sighed.
"Ok, I'm outta here. I've lost it."
"Seriously! You have no idea what I've been through with her!"
"I do not, want to hear about it."
"Why do you want to know about her anyway!?" Kermoot yelled so loud, the neighbors looked around.
"Because she's after my brother's girlfriend, and I'm trying to figure out why. If I know why, I'll get her to stop somehow. We made an agreement for me to get information, as long as I do things for her, but she's not letting me do anything..."
Mo explained. Kermoot however didn't seem surprised. It was Mo who was surprised in the end.
"I know why."
"Really...?"
"Yea. She's after Jaz, because Poogy figures, that if Jay notices she's picking on her cousin, she'll ask why, then do anything to get her to stop. That would be Poogy's opprotunity to get Jay kicked out of the house." Kermoot explained.
"Why does she want that?" Mo asked.
"She wants Jay out of the house because... She doesn't like seeing romance like she used to... She almost hates it now."
"Aw, cracker jacks..." Mo sighed.
Now what was she going to do? Poogy won't stop until she leaves, or until Jay leaves. She could wait, but she's certain that Jaz doesn't want to spend the rest of the reunion in the kitchen. Mo was absolutely clueless, until it hit her.
No seriously, Kermoot backslapped her for zoning out.
"Ow! What was that f- Wait! I got it!" Mo smiled.
"What?"
"If I get Miss Poogy to like you again, will you get her to leave Jaz alone...? Please...?" Mo asked.
Kermoot almost didn't hesistate. The only thing was that Poogy turned into what The Sims 3, would call Unflirty. Otherwise known as difficult to woo. But... If Mo could do it...
"Alright, deal."
Remember when I said, let there be chaos?
Let there be more chaos.
It's coming, just you wait.