Chapter Three
Kermit woke up, and immediately went to the small table, picking up a stack of stapled papers, and he walked around the room reading them off, wondering how to do the certain scenes.
"Kermie...what....it's nearly 6 am in the morning!" Piggy snapped awake from her somewhat peaceful slumber, and glared at him from the bed. The only other person in the bed was a few of the female rats and Annie Sue. The females shared one bed, the males shared another bed and also the floor. It was cheaper that way.
"Just going over the script Piggy..." He picked up a small pencil and started jotting some things down. At Piggy's exclamation, the others started waking up.
Clifford looked over at Scooter. He seemed to be the main pillow for Sara, Beth, and Robin. Beth was curled up against the small of his back, and Sara was against his chest, her tiny head tucked underneath his chin. Robin was curled up in Scooter's jacket, in the crook of his slightly bent knees. Clifford chuckled a little bit, and softly tapped Scooter on his shoulder.
"Hey man, wake up." Scooter started to move, and Clifford made him pause. "Don't move, Scoot....you're a frog magnet ya know?"
Scooter glanced over the top of his glasses and he saw the three frogs against him. He laughed softly, and gently moved himself away from Robin and Beth, and he picked up Sara gently. She yawned and opened one of her eyes, looking up at him. She gasped, and nearly fell out of his hands.
"What's the matter now? You know who I am, Sara." He said softly, frowning.
"...I...I'm just not used....to you yet." The tiny frog stammered, as she calmed down.
"What happened to you two, that you're so afraid of humans...or for that matter anything other then frogs?" Scooter asked, setting her down on the floor. She started to hop over towards her big sister, and she looked down sadly, as Beth, who was now awake, gave her a big hug.
"Get sissy to tell you more...." She mumbled, burying her face into her sister's smooth, slick chest. Beth sighed softly, and looked over at Kermit. He was busy making changes to the script while Piggy was fussing over it.
"You can't make me do that scene Kermie!! I will not degrade myself as I am a wonderful star!! Not some....halfwit ninny who can't even speak on national television!!" She said exuberantly, glaring at Kermit hard.
"It will be funny, Piggy." Kermit reassured her, she just scoffed at it, tapping one of her high heels on the floor in a fast motion.
"What will the fans think, Kermie!?" She pleaded, her expression going soft towards her beloved frog. "They want to see a head strong pig! Not some blathering idiot!!" Her voice got deeper, as she reached across the table, one hand gripping the script tightly by the top edge now. "And this SCENE is making me out to BE a blathering idiot!!"
"The fans will think, because you've only been on stage, and not live tv, it will be different. Plus, I think it's a cute scene." He said simply.
Her voice became flat and toneless, as she stared directly at him. "You think it will be cute? A cute little scene, where all I do....is this long drawn out....." She grabbed the script, and her eyes flew open. "Action
iggy - *Stares at camera, mouth agape, a strained cry/sigh coming forth." She was silent, staring at the script.
'She'll think it's funny I hope. I thought it was, when I wrote it in.' Kermit thought, smiling at her. He thought it was a cute funny scene. 'I mean...it's just stage fright, everyone gets it.."
He saw the blue fire, and he couldn't even react fast enough. She threw the script at him like a ninja star, and huffed; standing up in a split-second. "THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU FROG!?!"
He blanched, turning about three shades lighter now. "Uh...uh...Piggy, sweetie!"
"Don't 'Piggy sweetie' me, frog. Take it out, or I walk on this paltry film! I'm going to see if there's a salon in this halfwit town!!" She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the hotel room. Everyone was silent now.
"You just gonna give her a fun fight scene with a cute guy, right? And keep that one in?" Clifford stated, as if it was nothing at all.
Kermit nodded, and started to pencil in the scene right after the stage fright one.
Beth's eyes were goggling, watching this strangeness happening before her eyes. She turned to Scooter, and gasped softly.
"She...she tried to HURT him!! He's a frog....oh...no.....it's more then humans..." She started to worry again, and Sara was sitting in her lap now, she saw Kermit walking over to them, and he sat down.
"What's the matter?" He asked, he could tell something was up, and they needed to say something about it. Keeping it bottled up wasn't good for you, and he knew it too well.
"Sissy!! Tell them what happened....with....the hoppy guy..." She mumbled, her face still halfway buried in her sister's chest.
"..It's Hopper, Sara." She said sadly. "Kermit, we don't know who this person is, but a lot of humans came to our swamps a few months back, and they were catching all of us frogs! Mom...she...she had taught us to read and to write, and I read what was on the...moving...the trucks. It read "Doc Hopper's...French Fried Frog Legs."
Kermit's expression became dark at hearing this old coot was up to his old tricks again. Now, Kermit never wished death on anyone, but he had thought by this time, Doc Hopper would surely be dead.