Chapter 6: But We Both Know...
Miss Piggy dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. Her frog prince was handing a thin blond woman wearing long pink dress, the keys. The keys to the Muppet boarding house. "Well," She sighed to herself. "I geuss it really is over." Kermit shook the woman's hand and walked towards Miss Piggy. "Oh!" She cried dabbing her eyes again. "I can't let him see me crying."
"Miss Piggy..." He grasped her hand. "I...I know I haven't always been...been the best example of...of a...a..." Kermit hesitated. "A boyfriend. But, I just want you to know, that I...I really do love you." He pecked her on the cheek.
Miss Piggy sniffed. "Oh mon capitan..." She began to cry and hugged him. "Why must we always leave each other?"
"Piggy." Kermit hugged her back. He looked up into the night sky. He saw the stars gleaming.
"We followed a star,
And here we are.
Now Heaven seems so near!" Kermit sang.
Piggy let go of him. And let one last tear fall from her eye.
"Love led us here."
Kermit nodded.
"I know that life may take you by surprise
And sweep you off your feet.
"Did this happen to us?
Or were we just dreaming?
"We followed a star,
And here we are,
Now Heaven seeems so near!
Love Led us here." They both sang.
Kermit sighed and grasped her hand one last time.
"So take my hand.
And have no fear." Kermit sang.
"It'll be alright." Piggy continued.
"Love led us here!" They both sang.
A yellow taxi pulled up behind the lovers. "You'll keep in touch?" Piggy asked.
"Of course."
"Well I..."
Kermit went against his own rational thinking and gave Miss Piggy a kiss on the lips.
"Well Mr. Bear, considering your records, I don't think we can give you this job." A large man sitting behind a desk told Fozzie.
"Well, why not? I'm a great comedian!" Fozzie argued.
"Because Mr. Bear, this is a nightclub! Not a third rate variety show!" The man said getting annoyed.
Fozzie got up and walked towards the door. He turned around. Took off his hat and said, "Second rate variety show!" He put his hat backed on, and walked out.
He passed a tall man in a black t-shirt and black chakis carrying a tray of glasses filled with liquid. The man turned around. "Hey," he called to Fozzie. "Aren't you Fozzie Bear?"
Fozzie looked at him. "What's it to ya?" He asked.
"Well, my name is Matt B. Regard, and I'm a big fan." Matt said.
"Really? Well, it's nice to meet you Matt!" Fozzie said. "You wanna hear a joke?"
"No, I gotta work, but hey, if you stick around for a while I'll treat ya to a drink." Matt offered.
Fozzie sighed. "No, thanks. I've gotta...I've gotta go." Fozzie sighed again and walked out of the bar.
"What do you mean a no talent idiot?" Gonzo yelled.
A man wearing a red, white, and blue athletic suit and helmet looked down at the weirdo. He took off his helmet. "I mean what I said! You have no talent!" He started to walk away, pushing a motorcycle in front of him. "Oh, and you do ludicrous things!"
Gonzo stared at him. "I do what?"
"Ludicrous things!"
"Of course I do, I'm an artist!"
"No, you're insane!"
"Thank you." Gonzo took the compliment and left the huge arena with it and his chicken in hand.