FanFic: A Grand Adventure In Life!

[redBoobergurl]

I really like where this is going and I'm glad that you haven't completely forgotten the BTTF storyline. It was nice to see Doc's return. I'm amazed at how long this is getting! Over forty chapters wow!

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Forty Two

It was the year 2027, about 9 am in the morning. It was cool, like most spring days in Hensonville were. Biff was sitting in a plush, lavish office, looking at the birds outside the window, while waiting for someone to come inside. He was fiddling with a book in his hands, looking at the cover of it.

"The Truth Behind The 'Loving' Company" He read the cover, and he frowned. "Unveiling the Secrets Behind the Northeast's Largest Company..That They Don't Want You To Know.'....stupid book if ya ask me." He set the book back in his lap, and the door opened slowly. The older man walked towards the desk, then he sat down behind it.

"Hey there, Mr. Denays! I--" He was cut short by the man behind the desk. He was an older man, about 60 or so, and he looked vicious, and sharp.

"Shut up, Tannen. You said you could help...get rid of a certain pest of mine." He smirked.

Biff smiled, and set down the book on the desk. "Have you have the chance to read this yet, Mr. Denays?"

"Ugh! Get that trash out of my face, Mr. Tannen! Is this some kind of joke??"

"Oh, not at all sir!! I was merely reffering to the backmost page..." He then turned the book over, and he laughed a little bit. "See this?" He pointed to a picture of Scooter and Sara. "This is her husband. I could...uh...get him for you ya know."

Biff looked quite proud of himself, until Denays held up two different press releases. He grabbed them and read.

"Local Reporter Sent to Jail Again on Counts of Terrorism

It was seen today, that local star reporter Sara Grosse was sent to jail once again; for attempting acts against the Denays company of terrorism. She faught her way to prison, nearly killing Officer Cruthers in a car accident. It is reported that she is on the large, and is quite dangrous. Possibly armed. Scooter Grosse, her husband, is a local performer with the Muppets. He showed agression with the officers, and upon further inspection of his home life, was deemed unfit to care for his daughter, Renee Grosse. She was taken away and is currently in the Social Services Department in Hensonville.

The Muppets made no comment to this article and the events that transgressed. Further inquiring was met with a karate chop from one Miss Piggy.

It is warned to stay away from the Muppets, as they have been labeled as dangrous, chaotic, and overall harmful to the inhabitants of Hensonville.

Passings: Actors/Actresses

Scooter Hunt Grosse, aged 41, died today from what was believed to be a massive heart attack, about 20 minutes after his wife, Sara Grosse was arrested and taken into custody. A memorial service is planned for later this week, with internment in Rainbow Memories Cemetary.

Funeral is private, no reporters allowed."

He finished reading them both, and he frowned a little. Then Denays smiled at him.

"It's already been taken care of Tannen. I have no use of you." He stood up, ready to usher him out of the office.

"What if I tell you, I can go back in time, and change history for you?" He countered, smirking.

"I'd say you're crazy." Denays retorted, frowning deeply. "Get out of my office, now, Tannen."

"Just give me a chance. What can you lose, Denays?" He smiled broadly. "I'll go back in time, prevent her from either going into your company, or even I could go so far as to prevent her from ever meeting her husband. Either way, your company would be good as silver in this timeline."

"It's good as gold, but I'll bite. What if you can do this? And if you do this for me, what would you want in return??" He smirked, watching Biff for a moment. It was a crazy idea, but he'd seen a lot of things in his life.

"Just to have a cozy life, without a worry." He smiled sweetly. "That's all I ask of you, Denays. And a written promise that you will do what I've asked you in this time. So you won't forget."

"A written promise, eh? Sure, Mr. Tannen. I'll do that.." He laughed cruelly, as he pulled out a sheet of his offical letterhead paper, and started to handwrite a note. Then he signed it and handed it to Tannen. "I guess just give me it when you come back? Right?" He was laughing out loud now, this guy was nuts. But at least it would get him out of his offices.

"Right, Mr. Denays. Oh, and I'll get your woman. I'll get her real good." He laughed too as he walked out of the office, smirking.

 

[The Count]

Another good installment... At least the BTTF angle's back in effect here... But this jerk Tannen must be stopped... Though maybe not before some time-traveling mayhem? And maybe Doc Brown with some Muppety help can set everything right again.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Forty Three

Death and Scooter landed near the morgue, where a ton of reporters were gathered around the front of the building. Two workers were trying to shoo them away.

"What's the offical cause of death, coroner!?" One reporter shouted.

"Did she poison her husband?" Came another cry from the crowd.

"Her daughter isn't at the Social Services Department, did she kill her baby as well as her husband!?" Yet another yell. Scooter stopped walking with Death as soon as he heard that one.

"...where is she then?" He asked Death, as if he could answer it. Death just shrugged and they went on further, passing through the crowd undecected. They were lucky for the crowd. Scooter's body was still untouched underneath the white sheet that it had come in on.

"I love this place." Death remarked, taking a deep sniff of the stank and putrid smelling air. Even as a spirit Scooter could smell...no, he could almost taste the rancid stench.

"If I was alive, I'd be hurling right now..." Scooter replied, as they walked into the room where his body lay on the table. Only the jacket and glasses were off now. The building was bumrushed during their autopsy procedure; so other then that, it was as it was before. Scooter stared at his body for a moment.

"....wow." He stated simply, looking at his own face.

"Don't get all 'freaked' out now, boy. Just get into your body, alright?" Death pointed to his body as he spoke.

"I just realized something...if I'm in my body, and nobody except my family and close friends can see and hear me...what will everyone think when they find my body gone?" He looked back at Death, who frowned.

"I can't believe this..." He muttered. "I never thought of that Scooter. Just get into your darn body before I send you to the afterlife! We'll figure that out when we get there!"

Scooter leapt up off of the ground, and he hovered over his own body for a moment. He'd seen it happen with Eleanor, so he knew exactly what to do. He laid down on the table, and within a few moments he was again with his body. He opened his eyes, once again in his body. He smiled.

"I'm really back. T-Thank you, Death." He said, smiling.

"Yes, your welcome." He spat out, cursing silently under his breath. "I'm going to have to change those conditions I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?" He looked suprised, watching him closely.

"Everyone will be able to see and hear you, Scooter. But the binding rule still stands. You will simply walk out of this place, as if nothing happened, okay?" He frowned.

"But...physically I'm dead still." Scooter said, he felt no heartbeat in his body. And the only reason he breathed still was so he could talk, other then that, he didn't need it anymore. Nonetheless he still breathed, as it was a pure reflex.

Death turned around, he hated to be proven or shown that he was wrong. "FINE! You'll be percieved as alive, until you get to the boarding house, understand!"

"Oh, you don't have to do that, I was just worried about everyone else, that's all." He remarked, frowning softly.

"..Right..just get going...I have more important business to attend to." With that, Death left in a blast of black fire and smoke. Scooter could feel his heart beating slowly, and could feel the warmth grow back into his body.

"I guess this is temporary then. I need to get back to the boarding house then." He stepped off of the table, grabbed his jacket and glasses and walked out the door. They saw him walking down the long hall, and everyone outside grew silent.

No cameras went off, no reporters were shouting anymore. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

He just whistled and went on down the street. He decided he'd stop by the theatre before he got to the house.

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Deadly was sitting on the rafters once more, thinking. Sara was sitting at Kermit's desk cradling Renee in one arm. She was staring at the phone, wondering weather or not to call.

'What if they could trace the call?' She thought, worried. 'But Kermit would want to know that I'm okay...and on the run...'

She decided she'd just call them. She picked up the phone, and started to dial it.

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Sadie heard the phone ringing, and she picked it up, smiling softly.

"Muppet Boarding House, this is Sadie Grosse speaking. And who am I speaking too?"

"..Hi Mom." Came a shaky voice from the other end. "Can't talk long."

"Sara!?" Her eyes went wide, she was about to yell out to the others she was on the phone.

"Mom, don't yell, please....just get Kermit, and come down to the theatre as soon as possible. I just don't know what to do."

"Oh, poor dear...I saw that release, sweetheart. I can't believe they took Renee away..."

"I've got her, get down here!"

"Goodness! Alright, I'm coming sweetie!"

She hung up the phone, and she ran outside. "Kermit...Kermit you've gotta come with me.." She was urgently whispering to him. He was watching the kids learn karate.

"What is it, Sadie?" He asked, as he saw Piggy teach the kids to chop across the chest.

"Like this James...HI-YAHH!" She lunged forward, her hand sharply going forward.

"Kiyahh!" James squealed happily, lunging himself forward like his Mom, but not as forceful.

"Ooh, Daddy watch me!" Jane waved to Kermit, and she took a few hops backwards, and crouched down. She was in the crane position, one leg extended behind her, the other folded up, both arms up in a defensive position. She leapt forward and kicked the air forcefully, giving an imagriy karate chop to the air.

"Wow, that's really good Jane...." He told her. He leaned over to Sadie, and smirked. "She's gonna grow up to be just like Piggy, I can tell already. If not a diva, then she'll be able to beat any guy within a 3 foot radius.."

Sadie smiled a little bit, then she looked back at Kermit. "It's Sara, Kermit. She's at the theatre, with Renee. She didnt' want anyone else to come but me and you."

"I see. Was she in any danger?"

"She didn't say. She just sounded a little worried, but not scared."

"Okay." He turned his attention back to his kids, and he smiled at Sadie whispering to her. "If I leave now, Piggy will make me into frog legs."

"Right." She sat down and for a few moments they watched the kids.

"Go and show Daddy what you learned, James!" Piggy exclaimed, smiling.

"Okay." He toddled over to Kermit, and he crouched down a little unsteadily. "You weady?"

"Yeah, I'm ready, James. Show me what you learned from Momma." Kermit smiled.

"KIYAHH!" He screamed, and karate chopped Kermit's leg sharply.

"YEOWW!" He yelled, grabbing his leg quickly. "Woo...whoa....you really learned...fast son."

"Yah!" He then walked over and gave Kermit a hug. "Did I hurt vous Daddy?"

"N-No..it just stings a little that's all." He extended his leg a little bit, he was more suprised then hurt actually. He never realized his son would become almost an instant blackbelt. He hugged James back, and stood up, setting him back down on the ground. "You kids are doing great at karate. Piggy, I've gotta go take care of something down at the theatre. I'll be back in a couple of hours, okay? Don't wait up for me either."

"Okay, Kermie." She checked her watch, and she smiled. "It's time for the kids baths anyways. Come on now!" She ushered the kids into the house, as Kermit and Sadie was walking around to the front yard.

"How did she get over there? I heard she almost killed Officer Cruthers in a car accident.." He commented as Sadie fished her keys from her purse, getting into Fozzie's studebaker.

Starting up the car, she pulled out onto the street, driving down towards the theatre. "Something probably happened on the way to the prison. She was holding Renee in the back seat. They were going to take Renee away from her, and then take her to the Social Services place, after they got there. I really hope she's okay."

"She's tough...she should be okay, Sadie."

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Forty Four

He made his way into the theatre, he used the front door. He had his keys still so he just unlocked it. But he forgot to leave it locked. Walking down the passageway, he saw Sara sitting backstage with Renee on her lap. She was humming a soft tune, trying to get Renee to sleep. He smiled, and sat down behind her for a moment.

"Hey there, hon." He said softly, she was behind him. He smiled, listening to her sing softly. She never heard him, as she was singing, trying to calm Renee down to sleep in the cold theatre.

"All the skies are blue tonight, deep blue like the sea at hand. I hold you close in my arms tonight, as we dance and sing on the land."

Scooter knew that soft song Sara had gotten from her mother, he could hear the twinge of her irish voice peeking through, as she sung it. "I love you much, as mothers do..."

Then he decided to join in as well, smiling. It was both of them singing, in perfect harmony with each other then. "Your Daddy loves you oh so true...So sleep dear baby, I beg you, for I and your Daddy loves you too..."

Sara stopped singing, and she got quiet. She heard Scooter singing quite happily, she thought.

"Because Daddy loves you oh so much, please be quiet, please be hushed!" He sang softly, and Sara joined in with the last verse, her voice almost shaking now.

"Momma loves you, very true....I..I love you, love you...so don't...be blue.." She sang, almost crying. After she finished, she heard Scooter laughing softly, a happy laugh. She would have jumped up from the seat, but Renee was asleep in her lap now.

"S..Scooter? Is that you?" She asked, wondering if he was still in his spirit form. She heard a chair creak, and her heart filled with happiness at that simple sound. She saw him walk over to the seat she was in, and he grabbed another chair and sat beside her.

"Hey...I really missed you." He said softly, reaching over to give Sara a kiss. He did so, and she frowned softly.

"You're cold as ice, Scooter." She stated, looking at him. She saw he was paler then usual, like when he was deathly ill so many years before. "What's happened?"

"I'm like Uncle Deadly and Auntie Eleanor now. I can't really explain it."

"Well, niether can they. Are you bound to the theatre though?" She asked, worried she would still essentially loose him again.

"No. I'm not." He took Sara's free hand in his. "I'm bound to you."

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Biff got back into his car, and started fiddling around with the time controls.

"Where we going, Dad?" Griff asked, he wasn't too pleased with having stayed in the car for the past hour or so. "What are you doing Dad?"

"We're going to help a new friend out, son. We're gonna get that butthead, and the snoop in one sweep." Biff said, quite proud of the plan he had.

"Butthead, I know. But who's the Snoop?" Griff asked, as Biff reversed the car down the street, ready to blast off to the past again.

"Snoop is that nosy Sara Grosse. We're gonna make sure she and that stupid gofer of a muppet never meet. So, she'll never move to Hensonville, and she'll never get to The Denay Company at all. Then, we'll come back to the future, hand Mr. Denays this!" He showed Griff the hand-written letter, underneath it was the two newspaper clippings. "And Mr. Denays will pay us handsomely, son."

"That's really cool...we won't need to do car repair anymore!" Griff was quite happy, as Biff put the car in drive.

"Hold on, Son. We're gonna go make some money...."

 

[The Count]

You realize this should be Chapter Forty-Four fright?

BTW: Read through this and the 42nd chapter. So much good stuff... What with Death granting Scooter special privileges... And the whole karate lesson... And Sadie and Kermit on their way to the theater...

Man, like I said before, instant winner.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

See ya'll tommorrow! More story then.

I see you there, G-MAN. Please comment, I'd love to know what you think of my stories!

 

[The Count]

And you know the one with Scooter and Sara singing is #45? OK... Come on Doc Brown, it's up to you now... Get into that time-tripped-out bus and get to stopping those Tannens!

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Forty Five

Biff started driving the car, faster and faster down the street, it was near 80 miles per hour now. He was laughing manically now, he was going to be finally rid of any worries in his life. He just had to get to Sara, and keep her away from Denays...

"Uh..Dad?" Griff saw the time control panel flickering in and out, and he was getting worried. One moment it would show October 12th, 2005, which was the day before Sara met Scooter...the next moment it would flicker and show October 25th, 2043, which was 16 years into the future.

"Shut up, Griff!" He yelled, then he saw out of the corner of his eye the flickering panel. He reached over and smacked it hard with his palm. It flickered wildly for a moment, then it settled on a readout.

October 25th, 2043.

The blast of fire on the road, and the blast of electriciy was seen down the main street past Denays office that day. The few workers who saw it, never forgot it.

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Scooter and Sara walked around the theatre, with Renee in Scooter's arms. She cooed up at him, she didn't notice he was cold as ice at all. She was just happy to be in her Father's arms now.

"So...you're bound to me? And wherever I go, you'll go too?" Sara asked, smiling.

"Yeah. It's...I guess what you could call the curse of it. But I don't really consider it a curse at all. I'll be around as long as your alive." He replied, as he looked around the theatre.

"What about Renee?" She asked, as they finally settled down into some of the seats.

Scooter thought for a moment, then he sighed. "I'm not sure. I guess if you die, and she's still alive, she'll be without both parents then. Because Death told me I would die again when you do. You're sort of my lifeline."

"Although you're for all intents and purposes, a zombie. Just a sentient zombie." Sara laughed, as Scooter made a weird face and a deep moaning noise, while laughing. "Scooter, stop it!" Sara was laughing, watching him goof off.

"I wonder what would happen if I lost a limb?" He pondered, looking at his wrist.

"Don't you dare try anything like that!" She exclaimed, her expression becoming one of shock.

"Oh no! I was just wondering that's all!" He turned his head towards the front door, and he saw Kermit and Sadie walk inside. All three of them locked eyes, and Sadie fainted. "Mom!"

He ran up the aisle, looking down at his Mom. "Mom!? Are you okay??" He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up into a sitting position.

"...my...baby...." She opened her eyes, and she started to back away. She saw his face, pale orange, with whitened gray hair. His clothes were a stark contrast to his paled skin. "...let go of me...."

He let go of her, and he watched her, frowning softly. "Mom...it's okay. I'm here.."

Sadie closed her eyes, and choked back a sob. Scooter stood up and walked back down to where Sara and Renee sat. Kermit started to go over to Sadie, but instead he went down to where the other two sat.

"Scooter? Are you..alive?" He asked. He thought that Scooter was in a position like Deadly, but he wasn't completely sure just yet.

"No, Chief. I'm pretty much a zombie." He looked at Kermit, who frowned a little bit. "I'm like Deadly and Eleanor are. I'm not bound to the boarding house though. I'm bound to wherever Sara goes. And when she dies, I die again as well."

Kermit looked over at Sara, who merely shrugged. Sadie stood up and walked over to them, she looked at Scooter, and she gingerly placed a hand on his face. It was as if she was touching a dead body...which well, she was. She managed a small smile, and she saw Renee holding out her little arms to her; so she picked up the baby, and held her.

"I wonder what everyone else is going to think, when you come home, honey." Sadie remarked softly.

"Yeah...me too." Scooter stated, looking down at his hands thoughtfully.

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The makeshift time machine roared into the time they had chosen, 2043. Biff stood up out of the car, and looked around. He smirked, not realising just where he was.

"Hey, there's that old house, son. I heard that Sara was visiting them there when she first met Scooter....come on, maybe we can just go ahead and get her there.." Biff remarked, laughing a little.

"Dad?" Griff looked back at the time controls, which was still blinking Oct 25th, 2043. "I need to tell you something!"

"Would you just shut your whining hole up! You're so stupid sometimes..." He made a threatening gesture to his son, who then walked around the car and made his Dad look inside.

"Look at what the controls say!" He frowned, making sure his Dad saw it.

"Oh...****."

"Yeah, wrong time Dad. Let's just get back in and get to the right time, okay?" Griff started to get back into the car, as Biff sat down, and closed the doors. He cranked the car...nothing happened.

He cranked it one more time, yet again, nothing happened.

"OH **** IT!! FREAKING CAR WON'T START!" He slammed both hands on the steering wheel, and nothing happened.

Griff and Biff were both pushing the car to the side of the road, and they walked back down the street. Biff looked ready to spit nails at any moment. Griff was just bored of it all now.

"Maybe we could see if that crazy scientist is still alive, Dad. He could help us. Heck, he's probably so old now he won't even remember us." Griff commented as they got closer to the boarding house.

"Yeah, right." He snorted, as he noticed a tall thin female jogging down the street. He watched her running and he smirked a little. "HEY MISS!" He yelled out.

The young lady didn't hear him, as she had headphones on her ears, listening to music. He started to wave her down, and she saw the movements, and slowed down to a stop, pulling the headphones off, and shutting the music off. She made a few motions to him to come closer.

"What's the matter?" She asked him, cautiously keeping her distance. He didnt' look like a man to be trusted.

"We need a place to crash for the night, Miss. Know of any place that would be good to stay at?" He asked her.

"Well, how much money ya got?" She replied.

"Um.." He checked his pockets, and so did Griff. Neither of them had any money. "Nothing."

"Oh, well okay..." She leaned back for a moment, thinking. Her long red hair was hiding her face partially, and she brushed it back, smiling. "Well, you can crash in the park, the benches...or the boarding house."

"The Boarding House?" Griff asked, curious.

Her cell phone rang suddenly, and she picked it up. "Just a moment please. Yeah? Hey Aunt Skeet...no, just talking to some fellows on the way home from pratice...Dad's flippin' out cause I'm not home yet? Please, just tell him to calm down okay? These are two nice looking men, and I have my mace spray out and ready should they try anything funny. They'd like to stay for the night. There, in the boarding house. Sure? Great! Thanks Aunt Skeeter!!"

She looked at him, and closed the cell phone smiling. "Okay guys, you can stay for a few days. You'll have to help with chores though." She replied as they walked to the boarding house together then.

"Oh, sure?" Griff agreed. "What's your name though?"

"Well...what's yours?" She asked him back.

"I'm Griff Tannen...and this is my father Biff Tannen. And you?"

"The name's Renee Grosse. Pleased to meet ya!!" She said happily as she opened the front door to the boarding house for them.

 

[The Count]

No! Not the boarding house... Anywhere but the boarding house. Oh man, didn't you tach that girl of yours any common sense?

OK... *In Gregory Peck voice: We're in it now... Up to our necks.
Get ready guys, it's gonna get worse before it gets better.