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Okay, here's the end of the previous chapter. I had wanted to showcase the song that Kermit, Fozzie, and Gonzo do, but it was getting long, so you'll just have to settle for the original instead in another post. Enjoy!
Piggy had gotten dressed quickly and was just sitting down at her vanity when the door opened to reveal Kermit. “Don’t you knock?”
The frog didn’t say anything, instead he dropped off the single rose he had picked up on his way here while simultaneously dropping a kiss to her cheek. “And hello to you, baby.”
Piggy looked at the rose and then turned suspicious, but amused, blue eyes on the frog who had delivered it. “Who are you?”
“What?”
Despite needing to get ready for her next number, the diva none the less stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Kermit. “This is the third time this week that you’ve just come barging in here,” she began, counting off offenses on her hand. “You deliver flowers, and then you kiss me. Who are you and what have you done with Kermit the Frog?”
Kermit couldn’t stop the chuckle. He knew he probably was acting way different from the way he normally did, especially when it came to Piggy and he wish he could easily explain this new giddy, happy, version, but even he was having difficulty. He hadn’t been lying to Gonzo moments ago, when he stated he had more and more ideas lately, all of which included Piggy in some fashion.
Maybe it was the return of his beloved nephew, a person he had long since thought of as his own; they had so much in common and shared many of the things that Kermit had struggled with when he was a boy, and of course, the fact that Robin was the only person besides him in the entire family that understood show business like Kermit, it wasn’t hard to get attached to the young frog.
Or maybe it was Scooter, who had literally grown up before their eyes. No longer the unsure, but manipulative teen they had first met eons ago, Scooter Grosse had grown to be one of Kermit’s most trusted and closest friends. He wasn’t sure if either he or Piggy would ever fully admit just how much Scooter meant to them or how much they loved the red head, but they had been cracking jokes about their closeness for years.
To discover that the manager, who was still seen as a kid to many of them, had not only gotten a girlfriend, but one that seemed to be lasting much longer than the others, brought about a nostalgia that Kermit couldn’t begin to explain. There was something about watching someone you love fall in love that was…nice and beautiful all at once.
And then there was Gonzo.
Discovering only that night that one of his best friends had gotten married was a shock. Granted, the shock that Gonzo hadn’t invited them to said wedding was there, but it was easily overshadowed by the fact that Gonzo had gotten married. Gonzo, the same person who had eaten an entire tire on their first show, who had tried to balance a piano while on a tightrope, and who reveled in the prospect of pain, was married.
When you were in an invisible challenge to see which one of you would get the girl first, it seemed like a terrible blow when you discover you’ve lost.
Kermit couldn’t help but think how very ironic it was that he and Gonzo always seemed to be challenging each other for something. The blue weirdo really was like a brother to him.
“Come on,” he whispered, poking her gently in the shoulder. “Don’t be mean, especially when you look gorgeous tonight.”
The compliment wasn’t the only thing that stayed a classic retort from the diva. Kermit was dressed for his number with Gonzo and Fozzie – dark suit and vest, with matching blue dress shirt and tie – and it was all she could do to not keep him in there for longer than the fifteen minutes she had left. “I have to be out in fifteen,” she warned him, giving him a similar poke in the leg. “What do you need?”
“You doing anything tonight?”
Sending him a look, she replied, “Moi does have this little performance to do.”
“Right,” he nodded, smiling. “Dinner later? We’ll have a picnic.”
“A picnic.”
“Yeah,” he continued. “Under the stars, moonlight, everything! Unless of course, you’d rather be inside.”
Piggy turned again to fully look at him, before standing and placing a hand on his forehead. “There must be something wrong with you,” she said. “Are you sick?”
“Just love sick.”
“Really.”
“I don’t want to alarm you,” he whispered, looking around suspiciously. “But I think I’m in love.”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say,” he retorted.
“And what fortunate soul had fallen prey to your many charms?”
“Surprise!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her middle. “It’s you.”
“Gasp.”
“I know,” he said, nodding against her shoulder. “It shocked me, too, but really. How could I resist?”
“I am irresistible.”
“Yes,” he murmured, delivering a kiss to her bare shoulder. “And beautiful. Have I mentioned beautiful?”
“Not yet,” she sighed, tilting her head so he could plant a kiss on her neck. “And ordinarily, Moi would let you continue singing my praises, but…” Turning swiftly in his arms, Piggy managed to right the frog, who had stumbled a bit in the process.
Before grabbing his tie and kissing him full on, however she wasn’t about to start something, not when she now only had about seven minutes to get ready and Kermit was to be on stage in about five. Releasing him, she used his stunned state against him, by pushing him towards the door.
“Now out.”
“Now hold on, darlin’…”
“No, Moi will not be swayed any further. Out.”
“Dinner?” he asked quickly, as he could hear the sounds of backstage shenanigans going on behind him. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she replied, kissing him quickly before pushing him completely from her dressing. “Now get out.”
Kermit was admittedly a happy frog when he joined the bear and weirdo at stage left to await their turn to perform. “Where’ve you been?” Fozzie asked, turning a concerned eye on his best frog friend. The frog didn’t look the worse for wear, however his clothing was a bit ruffled and he seemed to be in a bit of a daze.
“Oh come on,” Gonzo huffed. “Look at him – glazed look in his eye, rumbled clothing, and lipstick on his lips – where else would he have been?” Smirking however, he said, “Unless there’s something you want to tell us.”
“How’s that whicken situation coming along?” Kermit retorted.
Gonzo couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Well, well…the game was back on. “You’ve been saving that, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Just waiting for the moment to use it,” the weirdo replied. “Well, Kermit, I’d say it was about on par with those bouncing figs you and Piggy have been working on." Smirking, Gonzo taunted, "Bet you I’ll be first.”
Fozzie, who being the single bear in this little trio of theirs, just shook his head. “Whickens and figs,” he muttered. “You guys should have bears.”
Both Kermit and Gonzo looked at him, both knowing he was probably making a joke at their expense, but still a bit surprised at it. “You want us to have bears?” Kermit asked.
The bear in question realized what the statement had probably sounded like and tried to backtrack, but all it did was cause his two friends to shake their heads as they made their way on stage. “Man Foz,” Gonzo replied. “Sometimes you’re so weird.”
Piggy had gotten dressed quickly and was just sitting down at her vanity when the door opened to reveal Kermit. “Don’t you knock?”
The frog didn’t say anything, instead he dropped off the single rose he had picked up on his way here while simultaneously dropping a kiss to her cheek. “And hello to you, baby.”
Piggy looked at the rose and then turned suspicious, but amused, blue eyes on the frog who had delivered it. “Who are you?”
“What?”
Despite needing to get ready for her next number, the diva none the less stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Kermit. “This is the third time this week that you’ve just come barging in here,” she began, counting off offenses on her hand. “You deliver flowers, and then you kiss me. Who are you and what have you done with Kermit the Frog?”
Kermit couldn’t stop the chuckle. He knew he probably was acting way different from the way he normally did, especially when it came to Piggy and he wish he could easily explain this new giddy, happy, version, but even he was having difficulty. He hadn’t been lying to Gonzo moments ago, when he stated he had more and more ideas lately, all of which included Piggy in some fashion.
Maybe it was the return of his beloved nephew, a person he had long since thought of as his own; they had so much in common and shared many of the things that Kermit had struggled with when he was a boy, and of course, the fact that Robin was the only person besides him in the entire family that understood show business like Kermit, it wasn’t hard to get attached to the young frog.
Or maybe it was Scooter, who had literally grown up before their eyes. No longer the unsure, but manipulative teen they had first met eons ago, Scooter Grosse had grown to be one of Kermit’s most trusted and closest friends. He wasn’t sure if either he or Piggy would ever fully admit just how much Scooter meant to them or how much they loved the red head, but they had been cracking jokes about their closeness for years.
To discover that the manager, who was still seen as a kid to many of them, had not only gotten a girlfriend, but one that seemed to be lasting much longer than the others, brought about a nostalgia that Kermit couldn’t begin to explain. There was something about watching someone you love fall in love that was…nice and beautiful all at once.
And then there was Gonzo.
Discovering only that night that one of his best friends had gotten married was a shock. Granted, the shock that Gonzo hadn’t invited them to said wedding was there, but it was easily overshadowed by the fact that Gonzo had gotten married. Gonzo, the same person who had eaten an entire tire on their first show, who had tried to balance a piano while on a tightrope, and who reveled in the prospect of pain, was married.
When you were in an invisible challenge to see which one of you would get the girl first, it seemed like a terrible blow when you discover you’ve lost.
Kermit couldn’t help but think how very ironic it was that he and Gonzo always seemed to be challenging each other for something. The blue weirdo really was like a brother to him.
“Come on,” he whispered, poking her gently in the shoulder. “Don’t be mean, especially when you look gorgeous tonight.”
The compliment wasn’t the only thing that stayed a classic retort from the diva. Kermit was dressed for his number with Gonzo and Fozzie – dark suit and vest, with matching blue dress shirt and tie – and it was all she could do to not keep him in there for longer than the fifteen minutes she had left. “I have to be out in fifteen,” she warned him, giving him a similar poke in the leg. “What do you need?”
“You doing anything tonight?”
Sending him a look, she replied, “Moi does have this little performance to do.”
“Right,” he nodded, smiling. “Dinner later? We’ll have a picnic.”
“A picnic.”
“Yeah,” he continued. “Under the stars, moonlight, everything! Unless of course, you’d rather be inside.”
Piggy turned again to fully look at him, before standing and placing a hand on his forehead. “There must be something wrong with you,” she said. “Are you sick?”
“Just love sick.”
“Really.”
“I don’t want to alarm you,” he whispered, looking around suspiciously. “But I think I’m in love.”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say,” he retorted.
“And what fortunate soul had fallen prey to your many charms?”
“Surprise!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her middle. “It’s you.”
“Gasp.”
“I know,” he said, nodding against her shoulder. “It shocked me, too, but really. How could I resist?”
“I am irresistible.”
“Yes,” he murmured, delivering a kiss to her bare shoulder. “And beautiful. Have I mentioned beautiful?”
“Not yet,” she sighed, tilting her head so he could plant a kiss on her neck. “And ordinarily, Moi would let you continue singing my praises, but…” Turning swiftly in his arms, Piggy managed to right the frog, who had stumbled a bit in the process.
Before grabbing his tie and kissing him full on, however she wasn’t about to start something, not when she now only had about seven minutes to get ready and Kermit was to be on stage in about five. Releasing him, she used his stunned state against him, by pushing him towards the door.
“Now out.”
“Now hold on, darlin’…”
“No, Moi will not be swayed any further. Out.”
“Dinner?” he asked quickly, as he could hear the sounds of backstage shenanigans going on behind him. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she replied, kissing him quickly before pushing him completely from her dressing. “Now get out.”
Kermit was admittedly a happy frog when he joined the bear and weirdo at stage left to await their turn to perform. “Where’ve you been?” Fozzie asked, turning a concerned eye on his best frog friend. The frog didn’t look the worse for wear, however his clothing was a bit ruffled and he seemed to be in a bit of a daze.
“Oh come on,” Gonzo huffed. “Look at him – glazed look in his eye, rumbled clothing, and lipstick on his lips – where else would he have been?” Smirking however, he said, “Unless there’s something you want to tell us.”
“How’s that whicken situation coming along?” Kermit retorted.
Gonzo couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Well, well…the game was back on. “You’ve been saving that, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Just waiting for the moment to use it,” the weirdo replied. “Well, Kermit, I’d say it was about on par with those bouncing figs you and Piggy have been working on." Smirking, Gonzo taunted, "Bet you I’ll be first.”
Fozzie, who being the single bear in this little trio of theirs, just shook his head. “Whickens and figs,” he muttered. “You guys should have bears.”
Both Kermit and Gonzo looked at him, both knowing he was probably making a joke at their expense, but still a bit surprised at it. “You want us to have bears?” Kermit asked.
The bear in question realized what the statement had probably sounded like and tried to backtrack, but all it did was cause his two friends to shake their heads as they made their way on stage. “Man Foz,” Gonzo replied. “Sometimes you’re so weird.”
Saw-ry.
You're getting back to that epic mystery starring me and the pig of my dreams?
What did you say, freak boy?
Ah! That number scared the pants right off of me!
Are you sure you didn't forget to put them on?