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FanFic: The Search For Sadie

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Chapter Eight

Everyone woke up, in the Muppet Boarding House, at the usual time as normal. The Electric Mayhem were going off to a gig they had, Miss Piggy was off shopping. Nearly everyone was out of the house by eight am. Except one.

Scooter sat at his computer, reading over some stories he had found.

"Wow, I can't believe so many people write about us...."

Robin hopped up the stairs, and saw Scooter's door was open. He normally was at the theatre at this time of the day. The little frog walked into his room, and saw Scooter, still in his pjs and robe, with a cup of coffee on the small table beside him. He was curled up in a large armchair, with a laptop balanced on his knees. Scooter looked up when he saw Robin.

"Hey Robin. What're you still doing here? Don't you have Frog Scouts today?" Scooter took a sip of his coffee, smiling at Robin.

"No, the leader got the flu, so we're not having it for a couple of days." Robin walked over to Scooters chair, and Scooter lifted the little frog into the chair, so he could sit beside him. "What'cha looking at?"

"Oh. Just some stories." Scooter clicked the scroll button a couple of times, he found a story called "Swamp Call". He clicked on the link.

"Hey! That person...has a picture of me. Why?" Robin looked up at Scooter.

"Well, I guess she likes what you've done on the show, Robin." Scooter turned and coughed loudly into his sleeve. He picked up Robin and set him on his bed.

"Scooter, are you sick? Um...." Robin wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want to get sick, but he also didn't want to be rude to his friend either.

Scooter coughed some more, feeling a bit more weak. That's one of the reasons he was still at the house, in this nightclothes and not at the theatre, where he normally was.

"If you want to leave, I'd understand Robin." Scooter smiled at Robin, he didn't want to get Robin sick either. He was only a little kid, anyways. He had school, and frog scouts. He didn't need a cold right now. Robin hopped off the bed, and started to leave quietly. Scooter went back to reading the story, drinking his now quite cold coffee.

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"That gofer has been in his room all day, Kermie. Why wasn't he at the theatre eariler, when we were practiting?" Piggy hauled another bag inside the house, going through it. It had some new costumes for her, for next weeks show. She handed Kermit a pretty new black tuxedo for him.

"He's sick, Piggy. He told me he didn't want to make anyone else sick. He dosn't have an act anyways. Why should he be there all the time?" Kermit glanced at the black tuxedo. He preferred his old purple one to this. It wasn't so stiff feeling.

Piggy looked at a blue dress she had bought, she ran her fingers over the material. It was so silky and soft. She set it down, looking at Kermit. "It's not the same without him."

Kermit nodded, she normally didn't show that she cared for others, except for him. But he knew what she meant. He is a bit of a bother, but he ended up keeping everyone on time. No one carried a watch, 'cept Scooter and sometimes maybe Fozzie. Kermit picked up the new tuxedo they had bought for Scooter, holding it over his shoulder. Everyone had new tuxes, for the ending of the Winter Show. Although Scooter didn't actually have an act, he was still coming out for the big finale and bow with the rest of them.

He walked up the stairs, and he knocked on Scooter's door. It was closed now. He didn't hear anything at all coming from the room. Maybe the soft hum of his laptop, but nothing else. He might be sleeping, Kermit had thought. He hung Scooter's tuxedo outside his door.

Robin walked out from his room, crying softly. He held some papers in his hand, looking down at them, still sniffling.

"Robin, what's wrong?" Kermit looked worried, at his nephew. He kneeled down to see what it was Robin had in his hands. It looked like a story. He saw the title, "Swamp Call".

"Is it this?" He picked up the story, and flipped through it quickly. Not really reading it, but skimming it. His eyes widened when he saw a few of the lines. "Where did you get this, Robin? And...why would someone write this...?"

Robin sniffled some more, and he looked up at his uncle. "Scooter...he printed it off for me. He said he liked it, Uncle Kermit!!" He started to cry again, and he looked at Robin again. He picked him up, and hugged him.

"Robin...what's making you cry? Is it this story??" He saw what the story meant, his mother...and Robin's parents. But he knew it was fiction.

"GRANDMA'S GONNA DIE!!!" He clung to the older frogs chest, wailing now. At Robin yelling, Fozzie and Rowlf poked their heads out from their rooms.

"What's going on Kermit?" Fozzie walked out, and looked at Kermit. Kermit face was twisted into worry for his nephew, and slight anger at Scooter, for even thinking of giving this story to Robin to read.

"Robin read a bit of a scary story, Fozzie..." Kermit scrunched up his face, as he threw the story away. It was probably good to read, but not for Robin.

"Bu-But, Uncle Kermit!! Is Grandma gonna be okay!?" Robin looked up at Kermit, who just patted his back.

"Robin, that story wasn't real. Grandma's perfectly fine. She's never had anything like that. Okay? It's not real. Why don't you go watch some TV, with Miss Piggy? I need to speak with Scooter for a bit."

Robin hopped out of his uncle's arms, and walked down the stairs. He just sat halfway down the stairs, and stayed there. He was quiet, thinking.

"Sheesh...." He knocked on Scooter's door. There was still no response. "Sick or not, I'm gonna talk to you Scooter!!" He pounded on the door then. The door suddenly swung open. Scooter was standing in the doorway, looking like death boiled over twice.

"Yes, Chief?" He coughed again, and sighed. "What's wrong?"

Kermit talked to him about what had happened with Robin, he was quite peeved at it.

"I didn't realize he wouldn't know it wasn't fiction, Boss. I'm sorry." He walked farther inside his room and grabbed his laptop, showing Kermit the place where he had found the story. "See? This is family-orinted and everything. And I knew the story was probably a bit much. I just didn't realize...." He coughed yet again, this time sitting on the bed. "....he would think it was real. Darn it! I've taken some medicine but this cough won't go away!!"

Kermit sat on the bed beside Scooter. He smiled a bit, he realized what Scooter had tried to do for Robin.

The little guy loved to read, and was saying lately, that he had gotten bored with the books at the house. Kermit didn't have the time to take Robin down to the libary, with the winter show and all. So Scooter had just tried to find something he might like.

Scooter just didn't realize Robin sometimes dosn't know the difference between fiction and non-fiction.

He looked at the gofer, who was still coughing. Scooter laid back on the bed, across the width of it, he looked at Kermit with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kermit."

"For what, Scooter? That might not have been the wisest story for Robin...but he should be over it in a while."

"No...for being so sick all of a sudden...I don't think I'll be able to be in the Winter show."

"Maybe you should get some rest. You're only in the finale anyways. We'll do fine."

"Without me, you mean?" Scooter smirked. He knew Kermit never liked to say outright that they didn't need anyone, except to Fozzie. Kermit was too modest to say that.

"Well...yeah."

"That's okay, head honcho. I'll get some more rest then. I've got a doctor's appointment tommorrow, anyways."

Kermit stood up, and looked down at Scooter, who was still laid across his bed. "I'll see if Fozzie can drive you there. I don't want to see you driving yourself, okay?"

"Right, Kermit." He turned over, just exhausted. He was asleep before Kermit even left the room.

Kermit turned the light off, and he frowned. He was very worried about his friend now. Maybe he's just got what Robin's frog scout has.

'Yeah, he probably has just the flu.' Kermit reassured himself.
 

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Chapter Nine

Nancy had gathered up all of the twin's old things. She placed them gently into the backseat of her old car. She sat in the drivers seat, and looked in the mirror for a moment, then down at her legs. She pulled at her old green coat, picking at a few fuzz balls. Her purple skirt was hiked up around her thighs from when she sat down in the seat. Smoothing it out, she pulled her
green and blue socks up again.

"I hope I didn't forget anything. I may not get to see her after this...if she does what I think she will..." She said to herself, as she pulled the car out of the driveway, she looked both ways, and was about to pull out into the road, when a large black car screeched up in front of her, darting around the corner, suddenly.

She swerved her car the opposite direction, trying to keep it from hitting her. The car slammed into her left side, taking out the back light with a sharp shatter of plastic and glass. The car shook violently, as it lurched forward like it was shot out of a cannon. All she could was pray, as the steering wheel was locked tight.

It finally rolled to a stop, about 20 feet down the road, after it ran through two mailboxes. She gripped the wheel, terrifed. Her hands were white, her knuckles visible as she kept clenched to that steering wheel. Finally she exhaled loudly, letting her head drop backwards onto the seat.

The black car roared down the road in front of her, it didn't stop for anything or anyone. The man driving kept his head down, for he would die if she saw who it was driving that black vehicle.

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"Eli....your own sister.....I can't believe it." Jerry shook his head, listening to Eli tell him of what he did eariler that day.

"I had too....she was getting way too close to finding Sadie!" Eli was muttering to himself, sucking at a cigarette as if it were the air he was supposed to breath. With his free hand, he was tapping a pencil against the desk rapidly. He stopped mumbling, and stared at Jerry.

"She was too close, Jerry!!"

"...Nancy is nearly 60 years old now. You could have killed her!? Did you ever think of that, Eli??" Jerry gripped the sides of the desk, getting in Eli's face now.

"Oh.....NO. I could have killed her....oh no....no, no, no....." Eli glared down at the desk, his mind reeling from the thought of killing his sister.

J.P. Grosse watched him, then he stood up. He placed a small card on the desk and he left. Mr. Takashi picked up the card. It was the address and number for a psych ward.

Eli's anger boiled when he read it.

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Nancy limped back to her house, after having Mr. Caruthers help her push the car back into her garage. She carried the memory box back inside, and she sat in her kitchen once more. The phone was in front of her, and her leg was propped up on another chair, with ice on it. She was glad that was all that had happened.

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The phone rang at Sadie's house.

It rang again.

...and again. Finally Sadie reached over, having passed out on the couch, and was before sleeping.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Sadie. I can't make it over there....I've had an accident."

Sadie sat up when she heard this, she got a bit worried.

"What's happened, Nancy??"

Nancy told Sadie everything that had happened.

"Oh..no. Nancy....I'll come down there then." Sadie wasn't sure if she was going to be able to, but she didn't want to put the

older woman in any more trouble or pain. "I'll be there right away."

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Nancy put the phone down, nodding to what Sadie had said. She knew Sadie knew the way to her house, she'll be fine. A knock at the door, she heard.

"It might be Mr. Caruthers again." She ambled slowly over to the door and opened it.

Nancy took a step back.

"Hi, Nanny."
 

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Oh my wow, Renee!
I mean, there's just so much awesome stuff in here... I mean- I talked to Sadie! <giggle> And Nanny, oh my gosh... I just... wow, there's... I can't seem to quite collect my thoughts enough to form sentences that relate to all the awesome details. Let's try it this way: There is so much heart in this, I mean such very deep emotions involved in all of it... I'm fascinated, and I'm looking forward to more!
And the references! Jim's Coffee Shoppe is awesome, as is Jim of course. Nanny's recalling of each box's final destination... there were references there too, yes? And Clifford's light! Oh my joy I love it! And Scooter's surfing MC... he found Swamp Call! Which is awesome! And Robin saw my avvie! Which is also awesome! And then I felt really guilty for writing Swamp Call. Which is a little less awesome, but realistic.
And oh my gosh! NANNY! The car accident, it... and... I...
Alright, lemme go see if I can round up some patience to see who's at the door...

And what you asked earlier, about what we think of how the story's going, and it being a delicate subject... my advice would be just to do what feels right. I know that's not really much help, but... Well personally, I love the story. You're doing a beautiful job with the characters. And I know that sometimes, as a writer, it feels like you should be treading softer, you're pushing the envelope too far, you've crossed a line, you're doing something terrible, and I know how haunting that can feel. But what I think I'm starting to realize is that the less certain the author is about posting a story or including certain lines, well... the more the readers seem to love it. I mean, I've been pretty nervous about most of my stories- I've had second thoughts about all of them. Looking back at it, I think some of the things I was worried about were pretty silly, but some of them I still can't believe how well they were received. So just go with your creative impulses- you clearly understand the Muppets well enough to let them lead the story. If they "tell" you to hold back, or to re-write, then go ahead and do so. But if they don't, if they tell you to keep going... then that's what you should do.
 

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Sorry I've been away for a while... Working on the Muppet Listing, my personal professional pride and joy. Gotta redo the whole thing...

Anyway.
1 Wow, so much newness. Wondering why PrawnCracker, Beth or Lisa haven't stopped in to comment.
2 Mr. Caruthers, another hexcellent MB reference.
3 Eli almost... His own sister? Shivers. At least he kind of realized it...
4 Tell SkeeterMuppet to come in and give this a read, she'll squeal at the mention of the picture of Richard on Eli Takashi's desk.
5 Hey, Swamp Call was a great story. Sorry, but I need to defend this, just as I would any of my other friends' fictional tales (including yours).
Jane The Frog didn't die little Robin... She had an operation which actually saved her life.
6 Nice mention of all the other stories and MC in there.
7 Actually, Lisa didn't create Jimmy or Leaper, Robin's parents. No, that honor goes to Beauregard... Check his profile for threads started by him, and try to find the short story he wrote for Vibs, our resident Dane, whose real parents were divorcing at the time.

8 Who showed up at the door to greet "Nanny"? Should we be afraid for Ms. Takashi's life?
Don't walk away Renee... Sorry, song quoting there.
Looking forward to more story.
 

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*Blink. Lisa, you're here? *In Kermit voice: Oh good.
Have you checked out the rest of Renee's story about Uncle Deadly? And I defended your magnum opus there... You should be proud of it, your greatest tale to date.

Oh, I might be away for another while working on the list... So I'll just leave my stuffed batty bat here if anyone needs it.
 

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Ok, first of all, I am so sorry I haven't gotten a chance to comment yet, I've been terribly busy...But here now is me!! :smile:

So, I'll start off by saying that the MB connection...Oh the connection!!! It's so amazing!! I love it love it love it!!! It's so great seeing Nanny again!! And knowing that she kept their boxes!! Oh I hug it!! Secondly, I must say that I am in love with the character you have developed in Sadie!! She is so amzing and powerful!! She reminds me of Skeeter and Scooter!! Which I suppose is perfect considering she is their mother after all...But anyway, I loved the whole thing with Swamp Call, that was great! And Scooter's sickly scene was good too!! I just hope he's ok! So, now if you'll kindly continue and tell us please that Scooter is alright and show us who was talking to Nanny at her door.

Thank you. :wink: :excited:

Ryan
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TogetherAgain said:
Oh my wow, Renee!
I mean, there's just so much awesome stuff in here... I mean- I talked to Sadie! <giggle> And Nanny, oh my gosh... I just... wow, there's... I can't seem to quite collect my thoughts enough to form sentences that relate to all the awesome details. Let's try it this way: There is so much heart in this, I mean such very deep emotions involved in all of it... I'm fascinated, and I'm looking forward to more!
And the references! Jim's Coffee Shoppe is awesome, as is Jim of course. Nanny's recalling of each box's final destination... there were references there too, yes? And Clifford's light! Oh my joy I love it! And Scooter's surfing MC... he found Swamp Call! Which is awesome! And Robin saw my avvie! Which is also awesome! And then I felt really guilty for writing Swamp Call. Which is a little less awesome, but realistic.
And oh my gosh! NANNY! The car accident, it... and... I...
Alright, lemme go see if I can round up some patience to see who's at the door...

And what you asked earlier, about what we think of how the story's going, and it being a delicate subject... my advice would be just to do what feels right. I know that's not really much help, but... Well personally, I love the story. You're doing a beautiful job with the characters. And I know that sometimes, as a writer, it feels like you should be treading softer, you're pushing the envelope too far, you've crossed a line, you're doing something terrible, and I know how haunting that can feel. But what I think I'm starting to realize is that the less certain the author is about posting a story or including certain lines, well... the more the readers seem to love it. I mean, I've been pretty nervous about most of my stories- I've had second thoughts about all of them. Looking back at it, I think some of the things I was worried about were pretty silly, but some of them I still can't believe how well they were received. So just go with your creative impulses- you clearly understand the Muppets well enough to let them lead the story. If they "tell" you to hold back, or to re-write, then go ahead and do so. But if they don't, if they tell you to keep going... then that's what you should do.
*just quietly hugs Lisa* Thanks. *squeezes softly some more* Thank you.
 

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The Count said:
Sorry I've been away for a while... Working on the Muppet Listing, my personal professional pride and joy. Gotta redo the whole thing...

Anyway.
1 Wow, so much newness. Wondering why PrawnCracker, Beth or Lisa haven't stopped in to comment.
2 Mr. Caruthers, another hexcellent MB reference.
3 Eli almost... His own sister? Shivers. At least he kind of realized it...
4 Tell SkeeterMuppet to come in and give this a read, she'll squeal at the mention of the picture of Richard on Eli Takashi's desk.
5 Hey, Swamp Call was a great story. Sorry, but I need to defend this, just as I would any of my other friends' fictional tales (including yours).
Jane The Frog didn't die little Robin... She had an operation which actually saved her life.
6 Nice mention of all the other stories and MC in there.
7 Actually, Lisa didn't create Jimmy or Leaper, Robin's parents. No, that honor goes to Beauregard... Check his profile for threads started by him, and try to find the short story he wrote for Vibs, our resident Dane, whose real parents were divorcing at the time.

8 Who showed up at the door to greet "Nanny"? Should we be afraid for Ms. Takashi's life?
Don't walk away Renee... Sorry, song quoting there.
Looking forward to more story.
Well, Robin never read the whole story, before Kermit threw it away.

And I wasn't sure who had created them, so sorry Beau. *tips hat to him.*

And with who showed up, you'll know a bit later. *winks*
 

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Chapter Ten

Nancy nearly fell over, from the shock of who was at her door. The lithe figure leapt forward, catching Nancy, before she hit the floor. She helped Nancy walk over to an armchair, in the living room. Then she sat down beside her.

"Nanny...are you alright?? It's been...too long, hasn't it?"

Nancy shook her head, and blinked a few times at the girl. Her red hair was pulled down into long pigtails, and she was wearing a beautiful green long-sleeved sweater, with blue jeans on. Her glasses weren't as thick, as Nancy remembered, but...the girl was grown up after all.

"Y-Yes....it has been too long. Wh...what are you doing back here, Skeeter?"

"My gymnastics competition got kicked out of the Hensonville hotel, so we all had to find....f-family to stay with. And....you're the only family I know, Nanny."

Nancy's heart softened a bit, she smiled and started to stand up, but her ankle told her to sit down. "Oh! Oh...that hurts..."

Skeeter knelt down, and looked at Nancy's ankle. "Nanny, what happened? I'll get you some ice, you just stay seated, okay?"

Nancy told Skeeter what had happened, the car accident and all. But...not everything. She decided this was perfect, Sadie could see her little girl. Now...only to find Scooter was going to be a challenge.

Over supper, later that night, Skeeter told her about how she was going to win gold in the Gymnastics Championships, and how she definately wasn't a part of the vandalism the rest of the team did to the opposing teams cars. Nancy looked at Skeeter's bag, and she chuckled a bit, still listening.

There was a small can of spray paint stuck in the bottle holder of the bag. Oh, she definately had no part in it.

After supper, both of them were exhausted, and with little words, except for 'Good Night', they both went to bed. Nancy's mind wandered as to how Sadie would take it, seeing her daughter.

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"Fozzie...I'm fine, alright?" Scooter was coughing even worse when he woke up the next morning. Fozzie then leaned over, while driving, to feel Scooter's forehead. Scooter clung onto dear life to the doorframe.

"FOZZZIEEE!!!! WATCH THE ROAD, FOZZIE!!!!"

"Oh!!! Sorry!!!!" He yanked the car back into his lane, and kept driving properly. Scooter was petrified with fear. He stared at Fozzie, hoping the bear wouldn't try anything else while driving.

They pulled up at the doctor's office, and Fozzie walked inside with Scooter. He signed in, and had to play that horrendous thing known as....the waiting game.

Fozzie had his paw around Scooter, keeping him from falling off the seat. Scooter was sound asleep, even during his sleep he was coughing softly. He looked down at his friend, and he frowned.

"Oh, Scooter." Without thinking Fozzie patted the gofers head, feeling very worried about him. "I hope everything will be alright with you..."

The doctor called Scooter back, and instead of waking Scooter up, Fozzie lifted him up, and started to carry him inside. He felt very light to Fozzie, that also worried him too. He laid Scooter down on the small bed, while the doctor decided to ask Fozzie some questions.

"Has he had less then a normal appetite, Mr. Bear?"

"Yeah, he hasn't eaten dinner at all for the past week or so, and he hardly touches his breakfast."

The doctor nodded, writing something down. Meanwhile, Scooter was still fast asleep behind them both.

"Has he acting differently...or weird lately?"

Fozzie stopped before he answered, he thought. 'What was normal for them?'

The doctor noticed he paused, then he smiled. "I mean, for him, has he acted out of the ordinary?"

"Oh, yes. He's been sleeping so much. He hasn't been to the last three praticates...how is he, Doctor?"

With that, the doctor stood up, and checked Scooter out, then he pulled out a small needle, to which Fozzie yelped.

"Ooh, I don't like needles!!"

"It's not for you, Mr. Bear. I need to take a blood sample from Mr. Grosse. We'll have it analized, and then we'll know what's going on with your friend." The doctor smiled, reassuringly, at Fozzie.

"Oh. Right...just be careful please." Fozzie twisted his necktie, watching the doctor take the blood sample.

Scooter opened his eyes, waking up, as he suddenly felt the jab in his arm. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"We're just getting a sample, Scooter. Then we'll see what's happening. Alright?"

Scooter nodded his head, slowly. "Right."

The Doctor labeled the vials, and sent them back to their lab. He turned back to Scooter and Fozzie, and he smiled softly.

"I've told them to run the full spectrum of tests, Mr. Grosse. We'll call the boarding house within the next few hours, okay? We should know then what's going on."

Scooter nodded his head, while Fozzie thanked the doctor. The two went out to the station wagon, and they sat down.

"Hey...why don't we go get something to eat, Scooter? I'm starved!!" He was hoping Scooter would agree with him, he hated to see his friends suffer through stuff like this.

Scooter didn't say a word to the kindly bear, he just nodded softly, then stared out the car window; his mind a million miles away about those tests....
 

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Yaey! Course, we shoulda known it'd be one of Nancy's charges at the door. Hurray for Skeeter!
And that was a touching bit of scene stealing between Scooter and Fozzie. Ooh, shudders... Those tests... So, how'd you on that blood test? I got an A positive.
 
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