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Hi! Folowing in Beth C's footsteps, I've decided to try my hand at a fan-fic myself. So here is 'And what is on the other side?'
Rating: PG
Story: Robin wants to know what is on the other side of the rainbow, but there's only one Muppet who knows, and he ain't talking.
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Hingo! Flowing in Ceth B's smelly-sock-steppings, decided fan-fictionalisation writing a. 'Other side, on the, whataloader?'
Ranting: GP
Storigold: Robin rainbow colourycolours other side, what is? idn out, no talking zone...?
*****
And what is on the other side...?
Gonzo ducked through the low hanging branches of the thick forest, and glanced worriedly from side to side. Any minute now the evil Comedian of Death could, and would, appear. Beside him Kermit kept his bulgy eyes firmly fixed on the other side of the trees, where the lovely Lady of Shallotte would enter.
The gloomy glen they were stood in was wide and roomy. Above them a moon painted against the backdrop of stars glimmered and flashed warningly. “Get out, while you can,” the stars seemed to say.
“GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!” a loud voice boomed from the forest.
“No way!” Kermit said. “I’m not going until the Lady of Shallotte is by my side.” Kermit raised his sward and it reflected the light in bright flashes.
“Oh Kermie! I mean, Oh Lancelot!” said Miss Piggy. “How romantic. Voi, saving moi!”
“I thought Annie was the Lady of Shallotte,” Gonzo said, in an aside to Kermit.
“Obviously not,” Kermit whispered back. “My lady,” he said, bowing low. “We should leave these demented woods.”
“NOT SO FAST!” came the booming voice again. “I, FOZZWACKA, THE EVIL COMEDIAN OF DEATH WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!” Fozzie entered the stage, dressed in a long black cloak, and a wide brimmed hat. “The Pig Porky will stay here with me.”
Miss Piggy drew herself up to her fullest height. “I shall never marry you!” she said.
“I never asked you to,” Fozzie replied. “Ah, wocka, wocka. You are obviously thinking along the same lines as me though. Now will you marry me?”
“I already saod ‘No!’ dumb, dumb.”
Kermit’s, or rather, Lancelot’s sward flashed through the air, and Fozzie jumped back, tripping and falling onto the stage floor.
Everyone in the audience leaned forward and took a deep breath. What would happen now? Even Stadler and Waldorf were entranced by the show.
Then there was another booming sound. “AR-HOOOOO!” It came from off stage, where Beauregard had let go of a rope, to blow his nose. Unfortunately, the rope he had been, up until that point, holding was attached to a large backdrop at the back of the stage.
The result was that just as Lancelot and the Comedian of Death, slammed their large, but fake, swards together, a backdrop of a mid-city flower-garden fell from above, in turn knocking over one of the large forest Set-Pieces, which colapsed forward, knocking down the smaller tree set-pieces, which knocked Gonzo into Kermit, who fell against Fozzie, who tripped and fell against Miss Piggy knocking her off the edge of the stage, into the band-pit.
As she landed on Ralph’s piano, it shattered beneath her bulk, and one of the keys hit into the cymbal, which made Animal jump backwards, knocking the saxophone flying from Zoot’s fingers, out into the front row of the crowd.
As happens, this particular night, an old lady was sat knitting in the front row, and she was knocked over backwards as the sax hit her. The only problem (or rather, one of many problems) was that as she fell backwards, her chair went with her, and her chair was attached to the chairs on either side so those tipped over too…
And so from one sneeze backstage, within seconds the compete and entire audience lying on its back, covered in chairs and kicking its collective feet in the air, as the various audience members struggled to get up. In fact, the only people still upright were Stadler and Waldorf.
“Well, Waldorf,” Stadler said. “I said this show was going down hill.”
“Doh! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
*****
LATER….
“Uncle Kermit, Uncle Kermit.”
Kermit gave his young nephew a weary smile, and shifted his weight from one foot to another. “Not now Robin.”
“But Uncle Kermit, I wanted…”
“I said not now. Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ve got an angry pig, a gleeful whatever, an upset bear, and a mad audience to deal with this evening.” Kermit shook his head and picked up the phone. Beep. Beep. Beep. He quickly dialled in the numbers. “Er, hi, is that Miss Snaperwhip? Yeah, yeah, this is Kermit the Frog, I was just calling to say how sorry I am that….Yeah, I know, but it wasn’t my fault it….yeah, ok then. See you agai-“
Kermit sighed. “She hung up on me. They’ve all done that so far.”
“Kermit, can I talk to you now?”
“No, Robin. I told you, I’m busy.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. “Hello Dame Lynda? No, DAME Lynda. Hello? Hello?”
Robin wrinkled up his face, and walked away. Why couldn’t his uncle give him just a few mintues. He just had one question. Maybe Piggy would know…
*****
Miss Piggy’s door was covered in pink hearts, and yellow stars. Robin approached it nervously and tapped twice. From inside he heard a sound of something, or someone, tripping onto the floor, and then, “I’m very mad at the moment, whoever that is, do not mess with me.”
“Ok. I’ll go away then.”
“Wait! Kermie!” There was a multiplicity of bolts undone and then the door opened, to reveal Miss Piggy, her hair was a bit of a mess, but other than that, you wouldn’t have known she had been brained by a stage tree, and fallen into the orchestra-pit. “Kerm--- Robin?”
“Hi Piggy.”
“But, but, I thought you were Kermit.”
“Oh, sorry. I guess my voice is changing as I get older.” Robin gave a half laugh. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you, what is…?”
Miss Piggy interrupted him, by looked conspiratly up and down the hallway, and then leaning close. “Robin, honey, can you do something for me?”
“Sure, Miss Piggy, but I wanted…”
“Ok. Go to your uncle and tell him that I am veeeery angry. And that you think a little dinner would calm me, and make everything triddly-how again.”
“Can you just answer….” The door slammed shut. “…my question?” Robin finished. “No. Maybe not.”
*****
Camilla nodded her beaked head up and down, as she listened to Gonzo. “Burk, burc.”
“No, no,” Gonzo said. “It was a tree. Can you imagine that?”
It was much later now, and they had all returned home to the boarding house. In the corner Rowlf was tinkling out a little melody on a piano. Bunsen and Beaker were down in the laboratory, evidenced by the wisps of red smoke flowing up through the floorboards of the living room.
Sam was in his room, Gonzo was talking, Fozzie was trying to find some good First Aid jokes for his next routine. Floyd and Janice were busy. Animal was practising his drums with Dr Teeth, and Scooter was away at his uncle’s. There was no one for Robin to talk to at the moment.
He sighed deeply, and sat down on the sofa and flicked through the television channels. Nothing on worth watching. The channel had decided not to air that night’s show.
After a few minutes Rowlf joined him on the sofa. “What’s up little fella?” he asked. “You’re looking very green tonight.”
“Yeah,” Robin said. “I’ve got this question, but no one’s listening to me.”
Rowlf scratched one floppy ear. “I’m listening,” he said. “What’s the question?”
“Well. I was watching our Muppet Movie again, and I was wonderin’. What is on the other side?”
“The other side?”
“Of the rainbow. You know, ‘why are there so many song about rainbows, and what’s on the other side?’”
“Oh. That.”
Robin looked around the room, and then his attention refocused on Rowlf. “Well?”
Rowlf crossed his legs, and leant back against eh back of the sofa. “It’s kind of hard to answer, you know.”
“Why?”
“Because, Robin, I don’t know.”
Robin was amazed, and said so. “Wow. I’m amazed. I thought, with you being the oldest Muppet and all…”
Rowlf shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I really don’t know. But I know someone who does.”
“Really? Who? How?”
“How does he know?” Rowlf said. “Because, little Robin, he’s been there.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Rating: PG
Story: Robin wants to know what is on the other side of the rainbow, but there's only one Muppet who knows, and he ain't talking.
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Hingo! Flowing in Ceth B's smelly-sock-steppings, decided fan-fictionalisation writing a. 'Other side, on the, whataloader?'
Ranting: GP
Storigold: Robin rainbow colourycolours other side, what is? idn out, no talking zone...?
*****
And what is on the other side...?
Gonzo ducked through the low hanging branches of the thick forest, and glanced worriedly from side to side. Any minute now the evil Comedian of Death could, and would, appear. Beside him Kermit kept his bulgy eyes firmly fixed on the other side of the trees, where the lovely Lady of Shallotte would enter.
The gloomy glen they were stood in was wide and roomy. Above them a moon painted against the backdrop of stars glimmered and flashed warningly. “Get out, while you can,” the stars seemed to say.
“GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!” a loud voice boomed from the forest.
“No way!” Kermit said. “I’m not going until the Lady of Shallotte is by my side.” Kermit raised his sward and it reflected the light in bright flashes.
“Oh Kermie! I mean, Oh Lancelot!” said Miss Piggy. “How romantic. Voi, saving moi!”
“I thought Annie was the Lady of Shallotte,” Gonzo said, in an aside to Kermit.
“Obviously not,” Kermit whispered back. “My lady,” he said, bowing low. “We should leave these demented woods.”
“NOT SO FAST!” came the booming voice again. “I, FOZZWACKA, THE EVIL COMEDIAN OF DEATH WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!” Fozzie entered the stage, dressed in a long black cloak, and a wide brimmed hat. “The Pig Porky will stay here with me.”
Miss Piggy drew herself up to her fullest height. “I shall never marry you!” she said.
“I never asked you to,” Fozzie replied. “Ah, wocka, wocka. You are obviously thinking along the same lines as me though. Now will you marry me?”
“I already saod ‘No!’ dumb, dumb.”
Kermit’s, or rather, Lancelot’s sward flashed through the air, and Fozzie jumped back, tripping and falling onto the stage floor.
Everyone in the audience leaned forward and took a deep breath. What would happen now? Even Stadler and Waldorf were entranced by the show.
Then there was another booming sound. “AR-HOOOOO!” It came from off stage, where Beauregard had let go of a rope, to blow his nose. Unfortunately, the rope he had been, up until that point, holding was attached to a large backdrop at the back of the stage.
The result was that just as Lancelot and the Comedian of Death, slammed their large, but fake, swards together, a backdrop of a mid-city flower-garden fell from above, in turn knocking over one of the large forest Set-Pieces, which colapsed forward, knocking down the smaller tree set-pieces, which knocked Gonzo into Kermit, who fell against Fozzie, who tripped and fell against Miss Piggy knocking her off the edge of the stage, into the band-pit.
As she landed on Ralph’s piano, it shattered beneath her bulk, and one of the keys hit into the cymbal, which made Animal jump backwards, knocking the saxophone flying from Zoot’s fingers, out into the front row of the crowd.
As happens, this particular night, an old lady was sat knitting in the front row, and she was knocked over backwards as the sax hit her. The only problem (or rather, one of many problems) was that as she fell backwards, her chair went with her, and her chair was attached to the chairs on either side so those tipped over too…
And so from one sneeze backstage, within seconds the compete and entire audience lying on its back, covered in chairs and kicking its collective feet in the air, as the various audience members struggled to get up. In fact, the only people still upright were Stadler and Waldorf.
“Well, Waldorf,” Stadler said. “I said this show was going down hill.”
“Doh! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
*****
LATER….
“Uncle Kermit, Uncle Kermit.”
Kermit gave his young nephew a weary smile, and shifted his weight from one foot to another. “Not now Robin.”
“But Uncle Kermit, I wanted…”
“I said not now. Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ve got an angry pig, a gleeful whatever, an upset bear, and a mad audience to deal with this evening.” Kermit shook his head and picked up the phone. Beep. Beep. Beep. He quickly dialled in the numbers. “Er, hi, is that Miss Snaperwhip? Yeah, yeah, this is Kermit the Frog, I was just calling to say how sorry I am that….Yeah, I know, but it wasn’t my fault it….yeah, ok then. See you agai-“
Kermit sighed. “She hung up on me. They’ve all done that so far.”
“Kermit, can I talk to you now?”
“No, Robin. I told you, I’m busy.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. “Hello Dame Lynda? No, DAME Lynda. Hello? Hello?”
Robin wrinkled up his face, and walked away. Why couldn’t his uncle give him just a few mintues. He just had one question. Maybe Piggy would know…
*****
Miss Piggy’s door was covered in pink hearts, and yellow stars. Robin approached it nervously and tapped twice. From inside he heard a sound of something, or someone, tripping onto the floor, and then, “I’m very mad at the moment, whoever that is, do not mess with me.”
“Ok. I’ll go away then.”
“Wait! Kermie!” There was a multiplicity of bolts undone and then the door opened, to reveal Miss Piggy, her hair was a bit of a mess, but other than that, you wouldn’t have known she had been brained by a stage tree, and fallen into the orchestra-pit. “Kerm--- Robin?”
“Hi Piggy.”
“But, but, I thought you were Kermit.”
“Oh, sorry. I guess my voice is changing as I get older.” Robin gave a half laugh. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you, what is…?”
Miss Piggy interrupted him, by looked conspiratly up and down the hallway, and then leaning close. “Robin, honey, can you do something for me?”
“Sure, Miss Piggy, but I wanted…”
“Ok. Go to your uncle and tell him that I am veeeery angry. And that you think a little dinner would calm me, and make everything triddly-how again.”
“Can you just answer….” The door slammed shut. “…my question?” Robin finished. “No. Maybe not.”
*****
Camilla nodded her beaked head up and down, as she listened to Gonzo. “Burk, burc.”
“No, no,” Gonzo said. “It was a tree. Can you imagine that?”
It was much later now, and they had all returned home to the boarding house. In the corner Rowlf was tinkling out a little melody on a piano. Bunsen and Beaker were down in the laboratory, evidenced by the wisps of red smoke flowing up through the floorboards of the living room.
Sam was in his room, Gonzo was talking, Fozzie was trying to find some good First Aid jokes for his next routine. Floyd and Janice were busy. Animal was practising his drums with Dr Teeth, and Scooter was away at his uncle’s. There was no one for Robin to talk to at the moment.
He sighed deeply, and sat down on the sofa and flicked through the television channels. Nothing on worth watching. The channel had decided not to air that night’s show.
After a few minutes Rowlf joined him on the sofa. “What’s up little fella?” he asked. “You’re looking very green tonight.”
“Yeah,” Robin said. “I’ve got this question, but no one’s listening to me.”
Rowlf scratched one floppy ear. “I’m listening,” he said. “What’s the question?”
“Well. I was watching our Muppet Movie again, and I was wonderin’. What is on the other side?”
“The other side?”
“Of the rainbow. You know, ‘why are there so many song about rainbows, and what’s on the other side?’”
“Oh. That.”
Robin looked around the room, and then his attention refocused on Rowlf. “Well?”
Rowlf crossed his legs, and leant back against eh back of the sofa. “It’s kind of hard to answer, you know.”
“Why?”
“Because, Robin, I don’t know.”
Robin was amazed, and said so. “Wow. I’m amazed. I thought, with you being the oldest Muppet and all…”
Rowlf shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I really don’t know. But I know someone who does.”
“Really? Who? How?”
“How does he know?” Rowlf said. “Because, little Robin, he’s been there.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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