Chapter Seven
Sadie sat around this small campfire, watching the other boys do wilderness stuff. Telling ghost stories or trying to make fires with just two sticks. She was kinda hoping this would be short, as...well, she and nature aren't the best of friends.
"Ow!" She slapped another misqoutie away from her, sighing softly. "So when does the troop leader get here?" She asked Robin, smiling. While digging in her purse for some bug spray. With all those frogs and toads around she had hoped she wouldn't need it.
"Oh, he's not coming today." One of the boys piped up. Sadie looked around for a moment, she seemed to be the only adult there.
Another small frog laughed. "Yeah, whichever adult stays is the Troop Leader for today!!"
Robin giggled a bit, and clambered into Sadie's lap, while two other frogs quite happily placed a dark green sash around her shoulders, and a small green hat on her head. She just sat there, kinda bewildered.
"Ribbit Ribbit, Scoutmaster....uh....Whatever-Your-Name-Is!!" All the small frogs ribbited and laughed happily.
"Ribbit...ribbit....kids." She smirked, just shaking her head, looking down at her purse. The kids were really happy and everything, they seemed to like Ms. Sadie.
"She's Frog Scoutmaster Grosse, guys!" Robin piped up, smiling. He leaned over to Sadie for a second. "They're just playing around. Scoutmasters sick, and apperently everyone else got sick. The last adult that had to back out already asked me to find someone just for today."
"And I'm the lucky one?" She said smiling.
"Yeah, I guess so." He looked at his badges for a second, smiling.
Sadie thought for a moment, of something for 8 energitic frogs to do. And it had to be naturey too. She smiled, and started walking towards the small forested area.
"Well, guys. Let's go check out...some of the types of trees around here, and...um..."
The kids smiled, then one of the boys piped up. "Let's camp outside tonight! Let's have a camping trip!!!"
All the boys agreed, and Sadie figured, might as well. They'll enjoy it I guess. So they started to set up camp a little ways into the forest.
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Gonzo's truck pulled up in front of Nancy's house, and he just sat there for a little while, looking at the house. Kermit and the others piled out of the back of the truck, and walked around a little bit, stretching.
"It has been awhile, hasn't it Beaker?" Bunsen inquired, while looking over that old house. Beaker was just silent, looking around.
Scooter opened the door of the truck, and just sat on the seat, looking at it. It has been too long, he thought. After their parents had come to get everyone, they must've just lost contact from her. He sighed, looking over at Gonzo.
"We might as well go inside. It dosn't do us any good just standing around out here."
Gonzo nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should go inside." He walked up to the front, and found his keys, and fumbled around with them. None of them fit the lock. "Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh what?" Piggy asked, it was so cold outside, they all wanted to get in that house and turn the heat up.
"The keys won't work. I don't have the right one, guys." He looked back at them, smiling nervously.
"Oh great. Weirdo here dosn't have the right key. It's so cold out here." She stomped around in the snow, trying to keep warm. Kermit was already shivering like mad. "Kermie??"
"T-Try...being a f-f-frog, Piggy..." All he had on was a thin red scarve, and quite a thin old brown coat. Other then that it was just him and the winter elements at his mercy.
Bunsen was looking at the old round window, and peering inside, he saw a small latch at it's bottom. "Piggy, do you have a hairpin on you?"
She was hugging Kermit tightly, underneath her own fur and leather coat now, trying to get him warmed up some. "Yeah, yeah." She pulled a silvery hairpin out of her hair, handing it to Beaker. "But hurry up, Kermie's about to freeze to death out here!!"
Kermit gulped a little, leaning against Piggy. 'It's...not that bad, Piggy. We frogs just go to sleep until it gets warmer, that's all. We'd have to be literally stuck waist deep in snow to die from cold."
Piggy smiled, and hugged Kermit again. "That's good to know, Kermie."
"Ah-ha! Got it guys!! He opened up the nursery window, and everyone piled inside, two at a time. The last inside was Scooter and Fozzie. Scooter's shoelace got caught on the windows edge, and he tugged at it hard. He tugged again, and got hurled into the room, landing on top of everyone else.
"Oow." He sat up, and saw he was less a shoe. Fozzie grabbed it for him, tossing it across the room. "Sorry, guys. You okay?"
Everyone stood up, mumbling. Fozzie closed the window back. It was kinda odd being back in the nursery, after so long. Piggy handed Kermit her jacket, while she walked down the hall out of the nursery to go down to the basement and turn the boiler on, get some heat in that old house. Gonzo walked around, wondering why Nancy had decided to give him...everything she owned.
He saw the closet, and he smiled, opening it. He saw it was just simply a storage closet. Clothes, and excess toys, and whole bunch of rollerstates as well. "Hm. I'm gonna go check out the other rooms, guys."
He walked down the hall, and saw a room just beside the kitchen, down a smaller hall, he never noticed it actually. He walked down the tiny hall, and opened the door. He noticed it was her bedroom. Quite simple, a large bed, with two nightstands. A soft chair in one corner, and a large vanity. He saw some pictures tucked into the edge of mirror. It was some pictures of the kids, of themselves as babies. A small book of emergency numbers sat on that vanity, beside a telephone. He flipped through it. He saw the number for Wilson's Pet shop; in case something had happened to Kermit. Hortense's for Piggy, and Emily's for Fozzie. He saw an emergency number for everyone. He was a little suprised when he even saw a number for Skeeter and Scooter.
"She knew about J.P. then." He nodded to himself, he flipped more through that book, but he never saw a number for himself. "So I was alone. Why don't I remember the others coming into the house then? Why don't I remember growing up with her, before the guys??"
"Maybe because you don't want to remember, Gonzo." Kermit said, while leaning against the doorframe. He was still shivering a little bit, but not outright shaking anymore.
"Do you need another coat or something?"
"No, I'll be fine. But thanks. But like I said, maybe you just don't want to remember because those memories are really sad."
"Then why do I remember the day I was left alone in the nursery. When it was just me and Nanny!?"
Kermit stopped for a moment. He never knew Gonzo was totally alone here. "I thought Scooter had stayed behind. What happened?"
"You wouldn't know when we left anyways. You left us first, Kermit."
He sat down on the bed, beside Gonzo, and he smiled. "I know, but it was for good reasons. Still what happened?"
Gonzo nodded, looking down at the phone numbers again, he smiled a little bit.
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Scooter and Gonzo had both finished lunch, and were running back to the nursery to start back on their game. They were playing 2 man baseball. Gonzo did all the people, and Scooter was the pitcher.
"Alright, straight down the middle. Where I can hit it REALLY far, Scooter!! Put some muscle behind it!!" He was swinging the toy bat, imitating what he saw on TV last night.
Scooter looked at Gonzo, and frowned. "I'm trying my best Gonzo! Alright...swing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, SWING!!" He threw the baseball as hard as he could, and Gonzo swung the bat as hard as he could, and they collided.
The baseball went hurtling towards the door, which was opening.
"NANNY WATCH OUT!!" Both of them yelling, as they saw not Nanny's hand, but a male's hand reach out and grab the ball before it could hit Nanny's face.
"Sorry Nanny!!" Gonzo yelled, as he and Scooter ran up to the door. They stopped at the bottom of the small stairs, looking up at the two adults.
The young man smiled at Nanny, and nodded. He had an unlit cigar in his mouth, as he smiled down at Scooter.
"Looks just like his mother, bless his soul." The man said quietly to Nanny.