Chapter Fourteen
They got back to the house, and it was dark outside by that time. Doc was sitting out on the roof of the Delorean watching the stars with Marty and the little kids sitting out on the grass.
Scooter stepped out from the car, and he stretched a little bit. It was days like this when he just wished he could be that annoying little boy again, bugging Kermit all the time to get on stage. He shook his head, the past was the past and the future is now, might as well live it.
About four children heard the soft rumbling of the studebaker, and they all stood up from the grass, and nearly trampled onto Scooter. He laughed, and picked them all up.
"Hey! You guys waited up for me?" He stood up, and looked down at them, trying not to smile. "You should all be in bed. And you know it."
They looked down, and Jane pulled at Scooter's pants leg. Scooter kneeled down to her height, and looked at her smiling. "You're lying Uncle Scooter. You knew we'd stay up for you and Fozzie! And Dr. Brown was showing us...contsee...the stars in the sky!" She then hugged his leg tightly, and he hugged them all back.
Out of the four children, were Kermit and Piggy's children, James and Jane. Then there was Skeeter and Cliffords little boy, Kevin. He looked like an orange skinned baby Clifford. He was undenyablely cute.
"Ucna Scoot! Unca Scooot!!" He squealed, stamping his little feet on the ground, while lifting his tiny hands upwards, to be picked up. He was only two years old.
He scooped Kevin up, and with the children in tow, he walked back into the house. The last child was outside, and he was the eldest of all of them, about 10 years old. He smirked and hugged Fozzie.
"Hey Dad. Long time no see huh?"
"Yeah...you must've spent a good time hibernating at your Mother's then.." He smiled softly, walking beside his son; Frank as they walked inside.
"Great time Dad...great time....oh wow! Listen to this Dad, this one is a sure ringer! Oh....Okay, here it goes..."
He backed up, and was acting almost like he was on a stage, he was a really great comic, compared to his Dad.
"One day a policeman stopped a motorist who had just gone through a four way stop sign and was about to give him a ticket when the motorist said. "Officer you can't give me a ticket for that!'" He laughed a bit before going on.
"Why not" said the officer. "Because although I did not stop I slowed right down and its almost the same." "But you did not stop" replied the officer, "and the sign says STOP." "But the way was clear and it was safe" replied the motorist. The officer then pulls out his batton and starts hitting the motorist. "What are you doing!" yells the motorist in surprise. "Do you want me to slow down or stop" says the officer."
Fozzie laughed really deeply, that was a great joke. "Ahhh!!! Great joke, Frank! You should do the monologue this week!" He put his arm around his son, as they continued walking inside the house. Frank looked up at his Dad, he was wearing his blue necktie, and a black porkpie hat, like his Father. He smiled broadly.
"Really, Dad? That was great?" He asked him. "You really liked that one?"
"Yeah, yeah. That was a really funnee joke, you should tell that on stage this week. I can't come up with anything that funny."
"I guess I'm taking after you then, huh?" He replied, as he opened the door for a moment, letting Fozzie walk inside before him.
"Yeah, just like your Dad. I'll talk to Kermit about it, maybe we could do some comedy sthick together! We'd be a great team on stage!"
Frank smiled, and took his hat off for a moment, playing with it in his hands; and he looked up his Dad, smiling. "But we're already a great team Dad. We just gotta show everyone else, right?"
Fozzie nodded. "Yeah, just show everyone else how good we are."
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