Scooter didn't understand what was going on. Something was happening here that went far deeper than could be seen with his eyes, even with his glases. It was like when he first arrived at the Muppet Show theatre, ready to work, but prepared to bribe Kermit with the line, "My Uncle own's this theatre...." He had something up his sleave, ready to pull out at a moment notice. And something similar was happening here. He didn't know what.
They were heading down a long corridor, stone walls, slab floors, a paterened carpet running the leanth of the hall. Suits of armour and oil paintings lined the walls. Stuffed animals of strange appearence stared with glass eyes from glass cages, no more alive than the crosses of swords and spears mounted above them. A huge circle window of stained glass gittered at them from the far end of the hall. It was decorated with images, water, waves, a rainbow, the face of a clock...and more he could not recognise.
Fozzie was lingering behind a little, while ahead, Beautingleroth Regard and Miss Piggy carried Beauregard between them. At the front Beauhoth Tingleroth walked fast, head high. It was as though he were a knight storming the castle. He should have a cape flowing out behind him, sweeping the floor, dark red velvet. A crown should be atop his head, glittering with jewels, and a gold scepter in his hand. Shoulders back, chin level with the floor. Form-fiting metal shoes clunking with every step. Someone who knew he was royal by birth and wasn't about to forfeit that.
Scooter shook off the image, and followed along in his train.
Beauhoth came to a set of giant oak-inlaid double-doors. One paw on each door, and he pushed through, swinging them back wide either side of him, like a King emerging onto a balcony to rapturous applause. Scooter could even hear the cries and cheers, he could see the swell of the crowd laughing, clapping, teaseing one another. A child on a father's shoulders, waving a handkercheif. Was there a woman down there somewhere, looking up with a deicate smile on her face, her cheeks flushed from the heat, a silk dress?
The double doors slammed shut with a bang, once again throwing Scooter from his imaginations, like the strings on his broken guitar pulling him from dreams of more than a Six String Orchestra.
Scooter held the door open from Piggy and Mr Regard. He let it swing shut behind Fozzie, and gazed around the room in wonderous amazement. This was it. After this normal life would never be the same.
To be continued....very soon...forgive me for posting twice in a row...
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