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Gonzo, Rizzo and Fozzie fussed over him, straightening, polishing and making him generally uncomfortable. Pepe had been summarily banned some time ago—by mutual assent—and Scooter stood on lookout at the door, waiting for the secret word from Annie Sue that all was in readiness. Makeup had done all that they could do for the duration of the show, but the green greasepaint had irritated Kermit’s tender and slightly swollen eye, and he had removed it carefully with cold cream as soon as the curtain had fallen.
Fozzie survey the array of toiletries before him.
“Hairspray?” he asked anxiously. There was a short pause.
“Naw.”
“Nope.”
“No—I don’t think so.”
“Mouthwash?”
“You have to ask?”
“Gonzo!”
“Yes, please, Fozzie,” Kermit said, blushing a little even as he gave Gonzo an annoyed look.
“Aftershave?”
Everybody leaned in and sniffed Kermit thoughtfully, which was the final straw for the already nervous frog.
“Look guys,” he said, holding up his hands to ward of any further grooming. “I think I’m done here.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to go get Piggy.”
Reluctantly, they let him go, crowding the doorframe behind him as he walked to the bottom of the steps and looked toward Piggy’s dressing room. Kermit had time to gulp once, then the door opened slowly and Piggy stepped out onto the balcony.
“Wow,” Kermit said softly. “Gee, Miss Piggy—you look swell.”
And Piggy, usually so sure of herself, so unflappable in the face of male attention, actually blushed.
Thank you, Kermit,” she said softly, and came down the steps to take his hand.
Hands clasped, they smiled at each other, then Kermit lead her out into the night and the future that was waiting for them. Piggy, holding tight to his hand, would follow wherever he asked.
Fozzie survey the array of toiletries before him.
“Hairspray?” he asked anxiously. There was a short pause.
“Naw.”
“Nope.”
“No—I don’t think so.”
“Mouthwash?”
“You have to ask?”
“Gonzo!”
“Yes, please, Fozzie,” Kermit said, blushing a little even as he gave Gonzo an annoyed look.
“Aftershave?”
Everybody leaned in and sniffed Kermit thoughtfully, which was the final straw for the already nervous frog.
“Look guys,” he said, holding up his hands to ward of any further grooming. “I think I’m done here.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to go get Piggy.”
Reluctantly, they let him go, crowding the doorframe behind him as he walked to the bottom of the steps and looked toward Piggy’s dressing room. Kermit had time to gulp once, then the door opened slowly and Piggy stepped out onto the balcony.
“Wow,” Kermit said softly. “Gee, Miss Piggy—you look swell.”
And Piggy, usually so sure of herself, so unflappable in the face of male attention, actually blushed.
Thank you, Kermit,” she said softly, and came down the steps to take his hand.
Hands clasped, they smiled at each other, then Kermit lead her out into the night and the future that was waiting for them. Piggy, holding tight to his hand, would follow wherever he asked.