Chapter Forty
Skeeter sat in the windowseat, reading a book. She had an old backpack beside her, it full of books. The house was somewhat quiet, but...not without it's problems. Fozzie was trying out jokes to the Electric Mayhem, who were all but pelting him with tomatoes.
Gonzo and Scooter were working on his cannon outside, while Beau was cleaning up in the kitchen, as well as helping Sadie and Chef with lunch. It was peaceful, she thought. Not quiet, by any stretch, but very peaceful.
"Hey, Gonzo. How did it go out there?" She asked, as she saw her brother blackened from his head to the middle of his chest. Scooter coughed softly, and a puff of soot escaped from his mouth.
"It was a bang, Skeet. Simply a blasting good time..." He said, smiling a little bit, as he grabbed a towel and wiped the soot off of him.
"That cannon had too much powder in it. Maybe we should try another ratio then, huh, Scooter?"
"Yeah...that sounds great Gonzo. Another test.."
Skeeter laughed, and then as her brother left the room, she tapped Gonzo on the shoulder. "Hey, what did you do with Nanny's house? It was all fixed up...and you didn't want it?"
Gonzo smiled a little bit, laughing. He simply handed Skeeter a folded up piece of paper, and a set of keys. Then he walked away up the stairs, still smiling.
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Nancy sat in the nursery, and she frowned; looking down towards the floor.
"I do not want to leave this plane. Please, let me stay." She shook her head, disbelief entering into her thoughts. A strong pair of hands rested on her shoulders, his pale blue eyes piercing her strong green ones.
"You must let them be. You have done all that you can do. Your work is finished, sister. Follow me, we'll go this together."
Nancy pulled away from her brother, she wanted with all her heart to stay in this place. "Let me stay in the theatre, I'll haunt this house if need be!!"
"You did not die in this house."
"What about the hosptial?" She pleaded.
"That hospital will do you no good if you wished to stay with the children. They only truely are around that theatre, and the boarding house. They do not stay around the hospital too often."
She looked down towards the floor, tears streaming down her face. She had done her duty to her charges, and she knew it was her time to finally leave this plane of existance. She started for the door, to go and see them one last time. The man looked into Nancy's eyes, and he softly smirked; standing in front of her only way out of the house.
"It is your time. Do not cause them anymore grief then has already passed. Let them not know you have watched them, and cared for them. They should never know, Nancy."
"But...Gonzo. Eli, he...." She stammered, looking longingly out of the window.
Eli shook his head, and grasped her hand. "As you led me, sister. I will lead you. Say your goodbyes now."
"They won't hear me. They won't know anything is happening!"
"They will. Say your goodbyes, they shall know it in their hearts. You have a strong connection to them, you should know that already."
Nancy walked over, and sat down on the new couch, in the nursery, and she held a small pillow, already starting to weep softly; as she told the children, that she imagined were in front of her goodbye.
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The beautiful blue wedding dress hung on a dress dummy in Piggy's room. She glared at it. Shaking her head, she walked over and ripped the sleeves out of the dress angrily. Then she smiled at her handiwork. She stopped cold in her room, and she smiled. She suddenly felt just so happy right then, and she slipped on her powder blue gloves; starting to get ready for that night.
Kermit was pacing the room, with Fozzie, Gonzo, and Scooter sitting on his bed. The other three were already dressed in black tuxedoes, full spats and everything. Kermit only had his waistcoat and pants on so far. He was furious, he never actually wanted to have this wedding. It was only to calm Piggy down and to make her happy. When he said it, he thought he must've been out of his mind.
"Well, Boss. Just tell her you don't want to get mar---" Scooter's sentence was suddenly cut short by Fozzie's paw.
"You will be minced gofer if she hears that, Scooter." Fozzie looked a bit worried, as Kermit just stared at them both.
Scooter glared over at Fozzie, and pried his paw off of his mouth. "Bleh. Just tell her the truth, Chief! She won't kill you over that!"
Kermit suddenly looked three shades of a lighter green. "She'd kill me over less then that!" He gulped, looking out the window for a moment. He shook his head, and pulled his jacket on, buttoning it up.
"Just explain what's happened. You were so worked up getting worried over Scooter here, you didn't know what you were saying to her!" Gonzo replied, as to which Scooter glared at him.
"You want ME to get killed now, Gonzo?" He exclaimed, finally buttoning his jacket up once more.
Gonzo just shook his head, and he started to walk down the hall. "I'm going to go check up on the ladies, see how the're doing."
He stopped in front of Piggy's room, and saw her standing in her camisole and slip, examinging her wedding dress. Skeeter had some pins and some binding tape in her hands, fixing a small rip in Piggy's dress. Gonzo knocked on the door. Immediately Piggy got this furious look on her face, and was about to scream. Skeeter looked a little angry as well. Then Janice just shoved herself right up to the door, as she started to close it.
"Now, come on Gonzo! Like...the men arn't supposed to see the bride, till she...like goes down the aisle. So, shoo! Go away! We'll tell you menfolk when she's ready and everything."
"It's the groom that's not supposed to be able to see her. Everybody else can see her." He simply replied to her.
She frowned a bit, trying to think about that, until Piggy slammed herself beside Janice. "Weirdo! Weather or not your the groom or not, get yourself away from moi's room as she is DRESSING!!!"
Piggy slammed the door on his nose, actually; and he pulled it out, crooked. He laughed a bit, and walked back to Kermit's room. He was still pacing, but they were ready to try this, again. But this time, for real.