Chapter Ten
Doc sat there, holding the newspaper clipping in his hands. He re-read it carefully, shaking his head.
"Amazing Daredevil Dies in Mistimed Accident"
October 12, 2026 - Head Reporter S.V. Grosse
The Great Gonzo, known to his friends as just Gonzo, died during his act while attempting to shoot himself out of a cannon while playing the trombone, and tapdancing while in mid-air flight. The cannon, instead of firing like normal, it backfired and exploded onstage. The only other casuality was Robin the Frog, who was holding the lit sparkler to light said cannon. They are both being held in the Hensonville Funeral Home until October 20, when they will be transferred to Rainbow Memories Cemetary.
The funeral and burial are private, friends only.
The Great Gonzo was surivied by his wife, the chicken Camilla. Robin the Frog was survived by his Uncle Kermit, Aunt Piggy, cousins Jane and James; as well as innumerable frogs that live in a swamp down the highway from Leland, Mississippi.
"I can't believe that...that happened, Kermit. That's why they'll shut it down.." He re-read it once more, before setting down the newspaper clipping on the table.
Scooter looked down for a moment, then he gathered up all the papers, leaving out the deed. "I guess I'll go and try to figure out how to get this renewed, and see what I can get from the courts to allow us to do."
Doc reached out, and he tapped Scooter's shoulder. He turned to Doc, and looked at him, Doc could tell he looked exhausted, but he never let that come through. "Why is it so hard? Did they do something to you fine people?"
Scooter nodded, as he set the papers back into the small cabinet; locking it behind him. "Yeah, they did. They declared our show unfit and unsafe. We've had so many explosions, it's been on fire three different times now. We're housing phantoms in the rafters, and monsters in the basement. They described it a living hellhole. If we ever lost our insurance, they'd tear it to the ground."
Piggy huffed loudly, setting some dishes in the sink, she was trying to get her mind off of the funeral services that she was remembering. "They'd wanted it for years, they want to put a mall there. So they are just itching to get their corporate claws into that theatre. They're also aiming to buy out Three Candles as well!"
She kept scrubbing the dishes, getting more and more angry with the thought of it. "I mean...where will the kids go to get books? To do plays!? Those three ladies are so sweet and all, for christ's sake I think they die if the libary went under!" She slammed a dish into the soapy water, and slipped her yellow gloves off. Walking out of the kitchen without looking at any of the men.
They watched as she grabbed a small book from the table gently, and carry it in her arms, while walking up the stairs. They heard two small children yelling in happiness as a door was opened. Kermit smiled, then he turned his attention back to Emmett.
"They won't listen to us, Emmett. They've started to get prejudiced towards us muppets, and they simply won't listen to us anymore. You must be our voice. Or we'll lose more then just our theatre. They're aiming for most of downtown Hensonville, and we're the first one on the list. A friend of ours, Sara; she's that reporter that wrote the obituary..She had gone undercover as a secretary for them for sometime. She found out they are planning to use propoganda to convince the rest of the town that we sold out, so they would sell out to. We're up against a coperation here, and we can't do it alone."
"But what about Sara, Kermit? Can't she just help you now? Isn't she human as well?" Marty asked, curiously reading the article now.
Kermit shook his head. "She was jailed for that. Although she didn't do anything wrong, they jailed her under the pretenses that she was a spy amongst their ranks."
Marty raised an eyebrow, gently folding up the article and set it back down. "But wasn't she a spy to begin with?"
"Yes, but for good things; for the town of Hensonville. They claimed she was a spy from another country. That she was a terrorist of some sort. She's been in jail for the past 3 months now." Kermit frowned, and he watched as Scooter walked out of the room without a word.
"Mind if I?" Doc asked to Kermit, pointing back to Scooter who was now standing out on the porch, just looking out at something. One probably thought it was just the bus or the lawn.
Kermit nodded. "Go ahead, I'll talk to Marty some more then."
Marty replied. "Yeah, I'm wondering about a few things, Kermit..."
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Emmett sauntered slowly out to the porch, and he leaned against the railing beside Scooter, but he wasn't facing him. Instead of looking out over the lawn, he was looking up the street, towards where the DeLoeran was hidden. He sighed softly, thinking about what they would do.
"Just so you know, that was my wife, eariler.." Scooter said quite plainly, still looking out over the lawn.
"Your wife? The pig?" He asked, curious.
Scooter laughed softly, smiling. "No, not Miss Piggy. Sara. She was my wife. She was really out there sometimes, and she was the one who decided to inflitrate those peoples headquarters and try to get some information from them."
"Wasn't she human though?" He looked back over at Scooter, who was slowly twirling a thin gold ring on his hand, staring out over the grass still.
"Hmm? Yeah, she was. It didn't really matter to us though. I mean, although I'm considered a muppet, I'm human as well."
"Just a human representation I would assume? That's quite odd.."
He laughed a little bit, and looked over at Doc. "Yeah, I don't know why we are, but we just are. I'm considered human, although I'm not really human, more like...a 'humanoid' so I've been called. Reminds me of some of junk Sara loved to watch. Those really old sci-fi movies, like 'It Came From the DEEP.' Silly half-made movies."
"Do you two have any children?"
Scooter stopped twirling the ring, and he smiled. "No, not yet. We're...not really planning on having children anyways. We've got enough to deal with in extended family around here. Figured everyone else's kids will make up for it."
Doc merely nodded, and the two watched the sun peek through the cloudy day once more. It seemed to smile upon them, revealing that it was a bright, happy day after all.