Chapter Two
Uncle Deadly trudged back to his own room, and he overheard the two talking in the records room, and he frowned; shaking his head slightly. Making his way past the boxes, and the set pieces, the old backdrops and the furniture...he finally got to his old room across from the boiler room.
"Ah...my little frightful escape away from those others...." He sighed, as he settled into the creaky old desk chair. He stopped short, of grabbing an old weathered copy of 'Much Ado About Nothing' when he felt a chilling presence in the room, that wasn't his own.
"Hello, Deadly...." A soft voice said, from within the room. "I take it your doing well these days?"
Deadly turned slightly in the chair to see a man, clothed completely in black, even his face was hidden by the shadows. "What are you doing back, you demon of death?"
"Just a visit, old friend." The man said, he slowly shifted to a formless shadow, his voice becoming higher by the moment. "Just wanted to say hello...and for your friend to watch out..." Then the shadowed man that had become a spirited shadow was gone, without a trace.
Uncle Deadly frowned again, turning his attention back to the book he was about to pick up once more, devoiding his mind of what he had just seen. Turning the old weathered pages he shook his head softly.
"Can't believe that old thing is still allowed to walk this plane, after all he's tried to do..." He quieted himself, and shut out the noises of everything else, while he started to enjoy the play "Much Ado About Nothing".
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"Oh Kermie!!" Piggy squealed, as she ran up to him quickly. "Kermie, Kermie!!"
"What is it Piggy?" He asked her, somewhere between being annoyed and worried with her now. "What's gone wrong now?"
"I can't find Sara anywhere! She was supposed to fix a hem in my dress!" She said, frowning; her blue eyes glinting harshly in her evident anger.
Kermit stopped what he was doing and turned slowly to Miss Piggy. His mind was churning when she said that. "Um...why don't you just get Hilda to repair your dress? She is the seamstress here you know." He frowned softly. "I don't even know if Sara can do stuff like that."
"Hilda? Humph. I'd rather have Sara work on it!" She said huffing softly. "It would get her mind off of that gofer for a little while anyways.." She said softly.
"Miss Piggy! Why would you even say something like that! They're not doing anything inapproiate, and you know that!" Kermit scrunched his face at her, and sighed. "Sheesh. I'm starting to think you're getting jealous of them."
"Moi!? Jealous!!" Flinging her hair back, she turned away from Kermit, starting to sniffle a little, pretending she was very hurt by what he said to her. "I am not jealous, Kermie...I....I just...." She let her sentence trail off, as she kept on sniffling, and she pulled out a small hankerchief and dabbed her eyes softly, waiting for Kermit to comfort her, like she wanted just then.
"Piggy. I don't have time for your dramatics tonight. We've got to get these sets ready, and the songs finished as well. You know we don't have time to mess around with silly stuff like this." Kermit said, frowning directly at her backside, without even trying to comfort her.
She whipped around at him quickly, blue fire blazing in her eyes. "I'm your girlfriend, arn't I!?"
Kermit backed up nearly a half foot when he saw that old too familar sight in her eyes. He stammered a few times, and smiled a soft smile. "Uh...um...oh dear.."
"ARN'T I YOUR GIRLFRIEND, KERMIT!?" She yelled again, getting right in his face then.
Gonzo and Fozzie were watching from up on the stage, and Clifford came and sat down beside them. Clifford was chuckling.
"Five bucks." Clifford said, flashing a five dollar bill in front of Gonzo quickly. "Five bucks, says she karate chops him across the room."
"Eh, I say ten bucks, and she karate chops him then drop kicks 'em." The weirdo said, not taking his eyes off of Kermit and Piggy. "What happens if she just drops kicks him?"
Clifford looked over at Fozzie, who had a worried expression on his face. "Hm...the bear gets it all."
"Sounds good, Clifford. Bets on." Gonzo said smiling, as he set his ten dollar bill on the stage on top of Clifford's five. Fozzie looked over at them, and frowned.
"Shame on you two! Shame...you're betting on them!?" He said, frowning at the both of them.
Clifford shrugged his shoulders softly, watching as Piggy and Kermit were still arguing about it. "It's the same thing every time, so it just makes it more fun I guess. Plus it's not like we forget about them when it's over, right Gonzo?"
"Yeah, we always go make sure Kermit's okay." He said, smiling at him. "Plus, Fozzie...if Piggy just karate chops him, you're up to making fifteen easy bucks."
"I guess...as long as we all make sure he's okay." He said a small smile coming across his face. "But what about Piggy?"
Clifford laughed a little bit. "Unless she somehow got hurt too, we dont' go near her, unless we don't wanna walk straight for the next week!!" He laughed again, as he went back to watching them.
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"Piggy!!" Kermit shouted at her, getting more and more frustrated by the moment. "I don't mean it like that! You know how I feel about you!"
Piggy was already storming off towards the backstage left, a place that nobody really ever went too. It housed the extra props and costumes. She turned smartly on her heels and glared at him. Shaking her head, she huffed, looking away from him.
"You didnt' mean it when you said 'In a pig's eye that's when we'll get married?'" She said somewhat softly, still not looking at him.
Kermit got a little worried, when her tone dropped like that, and became softer....if she was that far away, something was bound to happen to him, he could feel it in his froggy heart. His legs told him to hop away, it was danger that was coming towards him.
"I...I meant...uh, you're a pig right?" He asked cautiously, keeping his eyes on her hands and on her feet. It wasn't an easy task, but over the years he'd learned to do it somehow.
"Yes, I am of the porcine affilation." She said loftily, looking down at him over her snout with her piercing baby blues. "What about it, Kermie?"
"Well...when I said 'In a pig's eye, that's when we'll get married'...I meant when I see...in...your eyes..." He was grasping for words now, trying to make it all better, without himself getting hurt. He didn't feel like being sent across the room that day.
"Yesss?" She asked, getting closer to him, the fire jumping up once more. 'One wrong word, frog, and you're saying hello to the back wall today...' Her mind raced, wondering what he would say to her now.
"When I see that special look in your eyes...pig's eyes, mind you....that's when we'll get married!" He said the end quite happily, trying to hide that he was scared to death over what she was capable of doing to him.
Piggy frowned a little bit, then grabbed him up in a tight, crushing hug. "Oh KERMIE!! Vous really does love me!!!" She hugged him tightly, then whispered to him. "Try any funny stuff like that again, and I will send you across this room, got it?"
"Eep! Got it, Piggy!" He gulped, looking up at her. She suddenly planted a huge kiss, right on his lips, while everyone else was watching. By this time, no one had been working and were watching them.
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"What happens now, Clifford? She didn't do a thing to him!" Gonzo stated, they never thought Kermit could pull himself out of it like that.
"Rat wins then!" Rizzo stated happily, as he grabbed the fifteen dollars from the stage's floor and started to walk away, until Clifford picked him up by his tail. "HEY! HEY PUT ME DOWN!!"
"What are you doing, Rizzo?" Clifford asked, narrowing his eyes at the rat. "Gimme that money! That five goes to me, and the ten back to Gonzo. It ain't your's."
"I thought we had agreed, whenever you guys are betting on them, if they don't do anything you guys stated, I get the money by default. I'm the wildcard in these types a' bets!"
"He's right, Clifford." Gonzo said, smirking a little. He didn't mind losing a ten to Rizzo, he was after all his roomie anyways.
"Fine, keep it. Can't believe we agreed to that rule, you rat." Clifford said, halfway growling then. He didnt' like losing bets like that at all.
"Well, Mr. Dreadlocks, you'll learn better next time!" Rizzo said, and sauntered off, holding the ten and the five in his small hands.
"We're always losing to that rat, Gonzo." Clifford said, while standing up. "I've gotta go change that stupid light again."
"Yeah, I know." Gonzo said, smirking a little bit. "That light still giving you trouble?"
"It always is! I don't think that thing is EVER gonna get fixed, man!" He said, with a final sneer up towards the lighting rigs.