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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.
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.
