Chapter One
"Mail's here guys!" Scooter yelled, as he set down a huge pack of mail on the table. He quickly backed away, letting all the muppets dive for it.
"Any postcards, guys?" Gonzo asked Kermit, as he shuffled through the mail quickly.
"Hmm....no I don't see any Gonzo. Sorry." He replied, after he had finally finished sorting the mail. "But here's your Insane Weekly."
"Thanks." Gonzo said quietly, as he walked over to the couch. He just set the magazine down without even looking at it. "I wonder why I've not gotten any postcards lately?"
"Maybe your family's just busy or something, Gonzo." Fozzie offered, as he sat down beside Gonzo on the couch. He had a banana in one hand, eating it; and a book of jokes in his other hand. "I mean, I don't talk to Ma all the time. Especially cause we're always doing something around here too."
"It's...it's not like that Fozzie. My family always sends me postcards! They've not missed a single week yet! But...I've not gotten anything from them in 2 weeks!" He said, glaring out the window for a moment.
"Maybe something big happened. I hope they're alright.." The loving bear responded, setting the joke book down for a moment. "Is there anyway for you to contact them?"
Gonzo looked down towards the couch, and frowned. "No. Not that I know of."
"What about those fish people?" Kermit asked, as he stopped by the couch for a moment.
"The Cosmic Fish? I don't know how to contact them!" He retorted, getting frustrated. He saw Rizzo walking by the couch, with a huge plate of bologna balanced in his small hands.
"...my bologna has a first name, it's o-s-c-a-r...my bologna has a last name its...." He looked over at Gonzo for a moment, and stopped his humming, a small frown crossing his features. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Gonzo sighed, and stood up. He didn't answer Rizzo, but instead walked outside and stared up at the early morning sky. Rizzo followed him out there, and sat on a rock in the garden, eating his bologna.
"...why haven't you guys sent me anything yet!" He yelled at the sky. Something felt different to him, but he wasn't sure what it was.
He figured, if yelling didn't work, maybe screaming would. His mind felt weary, and he was worried for his family...no, his people. "TELL ME WHY YOU'VE NOT CONTACTED ME!!!"
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Clifford walked out onto the backporch, and saw Gonzo asleep on the lawnmower. He had mowed something into the lawn again.
"Aw man...he's gone nuts again. Hey Kerm! Come check out Gonzo, something ain't right with him!" Clifford yelled back into the house. Kermit came outside and sighed.
"Hey...hey Gonzo!" The frog shook the weirdoe's shoulders softly, and Gonzo opened one eye, glancing at his friend. Then he closed it again. "Gonzo...you're not smoking, so you've not been hit by lightning. What is going on out here?" He asked quite softly.
"Something...isn't right, Kermit." He reached into his vest, and pulled out a few of the lastest postcards, and handed them to Kermit. "These are the last few postcards I've gotten from them. It was almost 2 weeks ago, when they sent one. They've never missed a week before! Somethings very wrong!"
Kermit looked over the postcards, and he noticed something strange. They all had very small writing of some sort in the lower left-hand corner. It was too small for the naked eye to see, but it had to be something important.
"Gonzo, do you know what these are?" Kermit asked, pointing to the small areas, that were on all of the postcards he had handed to him.
"No. I figured it was an ink spot.." He suddenly lit up happily. "It could be a secret message!! I'm going to get my magnifying glass!" With that, Gonzo snatched up the postcards from Kermit's flipper, and zoomed inside the house.
"...if he'd shown them to ya eariler, he wouldn't have done that to the lawn, Kerm." Clifford remarked, looking over the mangled lawn. Kermit scrunched his face up, and turned around finally.
"Great...I'll tell him to mow it all down then. At least it'll be level..."