Chapter Forty Six
"We've got to go back in time everyone!" Doc announced over dinner that night.
"No, Emmett!! We're not going to do that....again. That was way too risky the first time! Besides what could happen in the past?" Kermit inquired, thinking about what could happen.
"I'm more worried about the future right now." Scooter commented, watching as Sara fed Renee. "I mean...those two you've told us about arn't all that smart, Emmett. So, like Kermit said what could happen that could hurt us?"
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Biff and Griff walked into the boarding house, and he frowned. There were so many muppets around that area right then. He saw an older frog and pig sitting on the couch, watching a young bear perform stand up comedy. The lady pig was looking more and more annoyed, while the elderly frog was laughing. Renee walked over to the two and tapped the frog on his shoulder.
"Uncle Kermit? I've got a couple of men who would like to have a room for a few nights. Their car broke down...so I figured we could give 'em a hand, ya know?" She told him, smiling. She pulled her long hair back in a ponytail and smiled back at the men.
'That human girl looks like a freakin' carrot...' Griff was thinking to himself, watching her closely.
The old frog stood up and smiled, leaning slightly on a cane. "Oh, that's good Renee. We've got some extra rooms upstairs on the left. Just pick one and you'll be set to go. Just be careful, don't do any midnight snooping. And don't steal."
Biff shook his head. "Oh no sir. We wouldn't think of it." He was lying straight through his teeth, but he smiled. Best let the old man think of them as sweet and harmless. "You wouldn't happen to know anyone who could take care of my car would you?"
The lady pig stood up, and shook her head towards the young bear. "Okay Frank, no more comedy. It's horrible, tasteless...perfect for you and Fozzie to do this week I suppose..." Her gaze traveled to the two men standing in the living room. "Who are you two?"
"Just a couple of people flitting through this town. We're here to meet someone, her names Sara?" Biff said, curiously enough so it sounded like an innocent question.
"Oh you mean my Mom! Sure! She's right down here, I think...MOM!!!" Renee yelled, hoping to hear some response. Scooter poked his head out from the computer room, and frowned. He looked as he did the day he died, except that his hair is pure white now.
"Oh hey Dad! Where's Mom?" She asked.
"She's right in here, Renee. You don't have to yell you know." He walked back into the room, and Sara was looking over some layouts for the newspaper, she had taken over Sadie's old job at the Hensonville Observer, and it was a tough job. She ended up bringing home work most days. Her blazing red hair had a few gray streaks throughout it, and it was draped softly over her shoulders. Her glasses glinted in the overhead lamplight of the workdesk.
"No...no that won't fit there....Ah-ha...that's just....perfect!" She stepped back, and then lowered the coverpress on it, and then slipped it into a large portfolio of work. She turned around and smiled. "Hey sweetheart. Did you have a fun time at your praticate tonight? And just who are these two men?"
"Yes I did. I wish you had come, so Daddy could come....but you had work, so I understand. And this is Biff and Griff. They're...basically hitchhikers that flagged me down on the way home and I brought them here." She looked somewhat unfazed, and Sara's expression turned from one of sorry to one of anger.
"Renee! Picking...up hitchhikers!? No offense men, you may be nice and all, but...what if they tried to harm you? No one would have known if they had done something to you...or...even worse....raped you and left you for dead!" Sara was somewhat yelling, really astonished at how...well stupid her daughter acted sometimes.
"Dad's dead. And he's not gone.." Renee countered. Sara started to open her mouth, but she shut it quickly.
"Just because I'm here, that dosnt' make it any different; Renee. You need to be careful!" Scooter explained to her, she just huffed and started to leave out the door.
"Renee. Crystal. Grosse." That made Renee stop in her tracks, she turned around and stared at Sara coldly.
"You will stop and listen to your Father when he's talking to you." Sara's voice was icy and sharp. "And furthermore...what are they doing back here?"
"Fine, Mother!" She grabbed a seat, sitting down. She was getting ready for one of her Father's lectures. "Oh, and these two guys they wanted to talk to ya about something or other..."
Sara sighed. "That's fine, okay. Let's just go out here so we can talk in private, men." Sara led herself out of the room, but before she shut the door she looked back at Renee. "And I want you to listen to your Father this time. Apperently it just goes in one ear and out the other."
Renee mocked Sara for a moment, until Scooter reached forward and gently grasped her chin in his hand. "Quit that, Renee."
"Ooh...you're cold, Daddy..." She started to complain, then she frowned a little sitting back.
His voice was a little flat, sounding tired. "I'm always cold, Renee....now about this business of picking up hitchhikers..."
The converstion lulled into nothingness as Sara, Biff, and Griff walked down the stairs. They watched her, as she seemingly had a confident spring in her step. Biff seemed to be watching her backside more then Griff was. Griff made a face when he followed his father's gaze, then he watched ahead, at the apperence of the living room from up high.
Robin was sitting at the piano playing some music, with two teenagers, a red-haired boy and a blonde-haired girl were beside him, both playing guitar. An old man was playing sax with them, and the wild red monster was on drums. They were playing away, enjoying the music very well. Griff smiled a little bit, he saw the friendship they all had. He was made from his father that he shouldn't make friends, but people who would worship him, and grovel. He was starting to not like it. A tall thin female frog was walking from outside to the kitchen. She was wearing a red longsleeved sweater, her and her father shared the same collar and eyes. Reading from a stack of papers, she frowned.
"I can't believe this...Robin, check this out." She shoved the stack of papers underneath the face of the pianoplaying frog.
"So? What is all this, Jane?" He asked her, glancing over it.
"It's this month's acts. They're all crap, and I can't get anything decent on stage! It's all either old played out repeats, or something that no one will understand!" She was getting frustrated, looking over them again. "There...might me like 5 acts or skits that are new or are at least not so obviously played out we can use 'em. Sheesh...this is getting crazy."
"Why use new acts all the time?"
She scrunched her face up, and looked at him. "Blood." She stated. "New blood, new customers. That's what this theatre needs! We're behind in our insurance payments, and we're still paying off the debts from so long ago!!"
A short squat pig walked inside carrying a few bags on his arms. He was quite handsome, with nice looking blond hair. "Where do you want these, Jan?"
"Anywhere Jim....I need some coffee." Jane muttered to herself as she walked into the kitchen. Griff followed her in there.
"Um...hi there..." He stammered out. Jane turned around a coffee mug in her hands. She went and sat down at the table, and smiled.
"Hey. Who're you?" She asked, moving the newspapers out of the way. He sat down beside her.
"I'm Griff Tannen.."
"Jane the Frog, current director of the Muppets. And I'm apperently the only one who cares about how bad that theatre is getting.." She looked down into her coffee cup for a second, then she smiled.
"...Jane? You're a girl!?" He was a bit suprised.
"Yes. I am a girl." She stood up, and looked at him, then she smirked a little bit. "I have eyelashes you know."
He raised an eyebrow, looking her up from top to bottom. "...usually girls...have hair."
Jane patted her head, it never bothered her that she had no hair. She did have eyelashes though, but that was all. She used a little a bit of mascara, so her eyelashes looked like Piggy's eyelashes, which was a bit odd for female frogs. "I just don't happen to have hair, that's all. I do have eyelashes though, but...yeah..no hair."
She smirked, and she heard some funny noises outside. She saw her cousin Robin halfway inside the piano tuning it up. Although he was older then she was by about 5 years, he was still quite short. He was only half of Kermit's height now. They tease him calling him "The Paul Williams of Muppets."
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