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Chapter Eleven
Early Springtime - 1999
It was beautiful outside. The birds were chirping, and the lake was sparkling clear. One nervous bear, however was pacing back and forth in the farmhouse. Another woman was trailing after her with pins in her mouth, grumbling angrily through them.
"I just don't think I can do this!" Emily said, running a hand through her gray hair, which was up in beautiful ringlets. They were falling fast.
"Please, Ms. Bear. Don't do that!" Miss Piggy said, with forced niceness. She didn't like having to try to redo Emily's hair each time she ran a hand through it as she paced back and forth. "You need to get back up on the pedestal, so Sara can fix the hem in the dress!!"
"Oh...oh, fine...I'm so sorry dear!!" Emily apologized to Sara, who huffed softly, and started repinning the hem up. She was going to then take the dress, and re-hem it, after she got it pinned properly.
'Knock knock' Came from the door, Piggy looked up and frowned.
"No one can come in here! It's tradition!!" She shouted.
"Well, it's also tradition to know where the caterers will set up!" The reply came through the door, it was Scooter. He had his clipboard in his hand, and two different caterers in front of him, both of them angry. "You got two different caterers Emily! Which one stays, and which one goes!?"
"Both of them stay!" She shouted back. "One's for the sweets, the other's for the hearty stuff! Tell to set up on either side of the seats!"
"Okay, you heard the bride! Other sides of the seats! I'm NOT the one who's organizing this thing anyways!" Scooter told them, as he stood by the door. One of them turned back to him, and frowned.
"Well, why do you have that clipboard?" The female muppet asked haughtily.
"I keep things in order. But I'm not doing it for here!" He snapped back. He'd had one too many people coming up to him that day asking him crazy stuff.
Sara mumbled something around the pins in her mouth, then she delicately spit them into her hand. "I'll be right back." She went and ducked outside the door, Scooter backed up, and tried to look inside.
"Uh-huh. No way, sweetheart. You can't get in here. Plus Emily's only half-dressed. I'm having to hem up the skirt. Plus you've got something that makes everyone think you're in charge too."
"What's that?" He asked, completely obvilious as to what it could be. Sara reached forward and gently tapped his clipboard.
"Go put that in the car. That's what'll keep them off of your back. They think you're the wedding planner." She replied.
"But you're the wedding planner! Why aren't YOU out there dealing with them?" He replied a little quickly.
"Would you like to come in here, and hem a old bear's wedding dress? And could you also tell her, she really needed to lose some weight before she put it on!?" She said, frowning. Around her neck was her glasses, a pair of sisscors, and a tape measure. In her hand was the pile of pins.
"Ah...no...no...I'm doing just fine!" He smiled brightly, then rolled his eyes, and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I'll deal with them then, hun."
She stopped for a moment and glanced at the clipboard in his hands. "Good...cause you've got MY clipboard anyways!" She laughed softly, and he looked down, and indeed it was his wife's clipboard and not his. And it had all the information about the wedding.
"Oh, cool! It won't be so hard then."
"Good, go deal with it. I've got a dress to hem, and a certain porcine's dress to let out before the procession.." She made a worried face, glancing over her shoulder for a second.
"Good luck on that. I've got one of those ice wraps in the car...in case you need it." He smiled softly, and gave her another kiss, before he scooted off to help with the caterers, and the other things that needed to be taken care of.
Sara turned back to Emily, who wasn't on the pedestal anymore, instead she was sitting on it, waiting for Sara to get back. "Emily...we don't have much more to do, okay? That dress will look simply wonderful once I'm done taking care of it."
"Thank you so much, Sara. You and everyone else has been a wonderful help with all of this!" She was so happy that the wedding was going on as planned. Nothing seemed to be wrong. "I wonder how Jerome's doing?"
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"...I can't believe I've got to wear this." Jerome said a bit roughly, as he tugged gently at the tuxedo he was wearing. Sprocket licked his paw, and slicked back his hair, and smiled at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a dog's version of a tuxedo, and it was nice and crisp on him. Jerome tried to keep his hair out of his face, but it was hard.
"Ahh....this'll help ya Jerome!" Fozzie came over with some hair gel, and he started brushing his face fur gently, while smoothing out his tuxedo. "You'll look just great! No, you DO look great!!" He was beaming. The man who he had gotten so flustered over, was soon going to be his step-dad, but he loved the man like his own after a few months of getting to know him.
"Are you sure I look alright, Fozzie?" He asked, turning towards the young bear. Fozzie looked him up top to bottom, and squinted his eyes. Really just playing around, and he gasped.
"Ah! You're missing something!" He exclaimed, looking closely at Jerome's chest.
"What? What am I missing?" He said hurriedly, patting himself softly; trying to figure out what was wrong.
"This!" He picked up a small box, which was sitting on the table beside them. He opened it, and inside was an old flower, a preserved rose, in full bloom. It was beautiful, and still soft somehow. "I don't really know how Dad was able...to do this. But he saved the rose he wore on his wedding day. I'd like you to wear it, Jerome."
"I can't. This was Franks'....it should stay in it's box. What if something happens to it?" He said, gently pushing the box back towards Fozzie.
Fozzie said nothing, but smiled and picked it up with kid hands, and slipped it delicately into the small chest pocket in Doc's tuxedo. He looked at Jerome in the mirror, and Jerome looked at himself too.
"Look's great on you..." Fozzie said softly, he looked up at Jerome and smiled brightly. "...Dad."
He gave Jerome a bear's hug, and Jerome gave him one back. They smiled, and Sprocket started barking loudly, with both paws up on the window. They looked outside the window, and saw Sara, in her long sky blue bridesmaid dress, waving them both outside.
"I...I guess it's time, Fozzie." Jerome said, shakiness evident in his voice. Then he smiled proudly, and placed a hand on Fozzie's back, and shook his head. "It's time...Son." He said that, almost as if it were a foreign word to him, but....he couldn't wait to learn it properly...till it was second-nature.
Early Springtime - 1999
It was beautiful outside. The birds were chirping, and the lake was sparkling clear. One nervous bear, however was pacing back and forth in the farmhouse. Another woman was trailing after her with pins in her mouth, grumbling angrily through them.
"I just don't think I can do this!" Emily said, running a hand through her gray hair, which was up in beautiful ringlets. They were falling fast.
"Please, Ms. Bear. Don't do that!" Miss Piggy said, with forced niceness. She didn't like having to try to redo Emily's hair each time she ran a hand through it as she paced back and forth. "You need to get back up on the pedestal, so Sara can fix the hem in the dress!!"
"Oh...oh, fine...I'm so sorry dear!!" Emily apologized to Sara, who huffed softly, and started repinning the hem up. She was going to then take the dress, and re-hem it, after she got it pinned properly.
'Knock knock' Came from the door, Piggy looked up and frowned.
"No one can come in here! It's tradition!!" She shouted.
"Well, it's also tradition to know where the caterers will set up!" The reply came through the door, it was Scooter. He had his clipboard in his hand, and two different caterers in front of him, both of them angry. "You got two different caterers Emily! Which one stays, and which one goes!?"
"Both of them stay!" She shouted back. "One's for the sweets, the other's for the hearty stuff! Tell to set up on either side of the seats!"
"Okay, you heard the bride! Other sides of the seats! I'm NOT the one who's organizing this thing anyways!" Scooter told them, as he stood by the door. One of them turned back to him, and frowned.
"Well, why do you have that clipboard?" The female muppet asked haughtily.
"I keep things in order. But I'm not doing it for here!" He snapped back. He'd had one too many people coming up to him that day asking him crazy stuff.
Sara mumbled something around the pins in her mouth, then she delicately spit them into her hand. "I'll be right back." She went and ducked outside the door, Scooter backed up, and tried to look inside.
"Uh-huh. No way, sweetheart. You can't get in here. Plus Emily's only half-dressed. I'm having to hem up the skirt. Plus you've got something that makes everyone think you're in charge too."
"What's that?" He asked, completely obvilious as to what it could be. Sara reached forward and gently tapped his clipboard.
"Go put that in the car. That's what'll keep them off of your back. They think you're the wedding planner." She replied.
"But you're the wedding planner! Why aren't YOU out there dealing with them?" He replied a little quickly.
"Would you like to come in here, and hem a old bear's wedding dress? And could you also tell her, she really needed to lose some weight before she put it on!?" She said, frowning. Around her neck was her glasses, a pair of sisscors, and a tape measure. In her hand was the pile of pins.
"Ah...no...no...I'm doing just fine!" He smiled brightly, then rolled his eyes, and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I'll deal with them then, hun."
She stopped for a moment and glanced at the clipboard in his hands. "Good...cause you've got MY clipboard anyways!" She laughed softly, and he looked down, and indeed it was his wife's clipboard and not his. And it had all the information about the wedding.
"Oh, cool! It won't be so hard then."
"Good, go deal with it. I've got a dress to hem, and a certain porcine's dress to let out before the procession.." She made a worried face, glancing over her shoulder for a second.
"Good luck on that. I've got one of those ice wraps in the car...in case you need it." He smiled softly, and gave her another kiss, before he scooted off to help with the caterers, and the other things that needed to be taken care of.
Sara turned back to Emily, who wasn't on the pedestal anymore, instead she was sitting on it, waiting for Sara to get back. "Emily...we don't have much more to do, okay? That dress will look simply wonderful once I'm done taking care of it."
"Thank you so much, Sara. You and everyone else has been a wonderful help with all of this!" She was so happy that the wedding was going on as planned. Nothing seemed to be wrong. "I wonder how Jerome's doing?"
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"...I can't believe I've got to wear this." Jerome said a bit roughly, as he tugged gently at the tuxedo he was wearing. Sprocket licked his paw, and slicked back his hair, and smiled at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a dog's version of a tuxedo, and it was nice and crisp on him. Jerome tried to keep his hair out of his face, but it was hard.
"Ahh....this'll help ya Jerome!" Fozzie came over with some hair gel, and he started brushing his face fur gently, while smoothing out his tuxedo. "You'll look just great! No, you DO look great!!" He was beaming. The man who he had gotten so flustered over, was soon going to be his step-dad, but he loved the man like his own after a few months of getting to know him.
"Are you sure I look alright, Fozzie?" He asked, turning towards the young bear. Fozzie looked him up top to bottom, and squinted his eyes. Really just playing around, and he gasped.
"Ah! You're missing something!" He exclaimed, looking closely at Jerome's chest.
"What? What am I missing?" He said hurriedly, patting himself softly; trying to figure out what was wrong.
"This!" He picked up a small box, which was sitting on the table beside them. He opened it, and inside was an old flower, a preserved rose, in full bloom. It was beautiful, and still soft somehow. "I don't really know how Dad was able...to do this. But he saved the rose he wore on his wedding day. I'd like you to wear it, Jerome."
"I can't. This was Franks'....it should stay in it's box. What if something happens to it?" He said, gently pushing the box back towards Fozzie.
Fozzie said nothing, but smiled and picked it up with kid hands, and slipped it delicately into the small chest pocket in Doc's tuxedo. He looked at Jerome in the mirror, and Jerome looked at himself too.
"Look's great on you..." Fozzie said softly, he looked up at Jerome and smiled brightly. "...Dad."
He gave Jerome a bear's hug, and Jerome gave him one back. They smiled, and Sprocket started barking loudly, with both paws up on the window. They looked outside the window, and saw Sara, in her long sky blue bridesmaid dress, waving them both outside.
"I...I guess it's time, Fozzie." Jerome said, shakiness evident in his voice. Then he smiled proudly, and placed a hand on Fozzie's back, and shook his head. "It's time...Son." He said that, almost as if it were a foreign word to him, but....he couldn't wait to learn it properly...till it was second-nature.
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