Chapter 12: Gee It's Good To Be...
"So Sammie, what movie are we going to see? I hope it's a romantic movie. Hokay?" Pepe said walking down a sidewalk with Sam.
She glanced at him. "For the last time Pepe we're going to see 'The Brothers Grimm!' It's a horror movie not a romance."
"Dios mio." Pepe sighed. "Why not? I mean come on. Hokay? What about de Wedding Crashers? Dat sounds like a good movie."
"Pepe that's rated R! How are a couple of high school students supposed to get into an R rated movie?"
"Well, it helps that one of those high school students es over 18. Hokay?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out an I.D. "See? Right here, Pepe de King Prawn. Hokay? Dat's me."
She did a double take. "What?!? If you're over 18 why are you in high school?"
"Well, jew see, I never did get my diploma. I don't remember why either. Hokay? So, I decided to come back to high shcool, jew know meet some new peoples, enjoy de ladies. Hokay?"
"You're really weird." She told him. "But I like you."
"Muy bien! Hokay?"
Gonzo sat on the bench with Camilla at his side. Had he really fallen this low? He was sitting holding a harmonica waiting for a passerby. No one came. "Well Camilla," he sighed. "I geuss you won't get to dance as 'Lydia the Tattooed Chicken.' I know how much you were looking forward to it."
Camilla clucked sarcastically. Then moved closer to Gonzo and rubbed her head on his arm.
"Don't worry honey, we'll make money somehow." Gonzo looked into the seemingly endless night sky.
He played a few notes on his harmonica. He recalled the day he first met Kermit. What a day that was...
"This looks familiar.
Vaguely familiar." He sang.
"Almost unreal yet.
It's to soon to feel yet.
Close to my soul and yet,
So far away.
I'm going to go back there someday!"
Camilla moved in closer and Gonzo put his arm around her.
"Sun rises, night falls,
Sometimes the sky calls.
Is that a song there?
And do I belong there?
I've never been there,
But I know the way.
I'm going to go back there somday!"
His song began to attract people walking by. He didn't care, he was completely oblivious to them. All that mattered was his memories.
"Come and go with me,
It's more fun to share!
We'll both be completely
At home in midair!
We're flyin' not walkin'
On featherless wings!
We can hold on to love,
Like invisible strings.
There's not
A word yet
For old friends
who've just met.
Part heaven,
Part space.
Or have I found my place?
You can just visit,
But I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday!"
The crowd saw the small shoebox in front of Gonzo. They each took turns tossing coins into the box.
"I'm going to go back there someday..."
The crowd began to walk away. All except a rather short man with a beard. "Beautiful song." He told Gonzo.
"Thanks. It didn't do much good though..." He looked inside the shoebox.
"I don't think it's about what's in there," he pointed to the box. "I think it's about what's in here." He put his finger to Gonzo's heart. He pulled out his wallet and handed Gonzo a one hundred dollar bill. "Thanks for the song."
Gonzo stared at the bill. "Wow thanks! My name's Gonzo, what's yours?"
The man turned around. "Paul, my name's Paul."
"Uncle Deadly!" Kermit ran towards the phantom. "Are you okay?"
"Kermit?" Uncle Deadly saw the froggy figure. "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same thing." Kermit saw his slightly bleeding leg. He sat down next to him. "What happened?"
Uncle Deadly hesitated. "Bryant." He said. "He's going to tear down the theater."
"No." Kermit said. "He can't. It's a national landmark!"
"You're right." Uncle Deadly explained. "He needs this." He pulled the deed out of his pocket. "I managed to keep it away from him. That's what happened." He explained reffering to his leg. "I will be fine. If I can return to my home."
"You need to get back into the theater?" Kermit asked.
"Yes. It is a ghostly law. If a spector is seperated from it's deathplace, the spector shall no longer exist. If I don't return I will be gone."
Kermit stood up. "Well then let's go."
"Go where?"
"Back inside. We should be able to get in through the roof entrance."
Uncle Deadly stood up as well. "Thank you Mr. Frog."
"Consider it my thanks to you," he said. "For saving the theater."