Chapter 5: A Part of Childhood We'll Always Remember
Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and Beaker came running backstage up to Kermit. "Mr. Kermit sir!" Bunsen called.
"Mee me me me mee!" Beaker followed behind him.
Kermit sighed, put his pen down and turned around. "Yes Dr. Honeydew?" he asked.
"Mr. Kermit, I have here the invention that will improve our show by ten fold!" Bunsen said.
"Mee mold!" Beaker nodded.
"Oh why that's great Dr. Honeydew!" Kermit said. Then he thought about it for a moment. "What is it?" he asked.
"Beaker if you would," Bunsen said. Beaker ran off and grabbed a small green leaved plant and ran back.
"Mee me!" he held it out to Bunsen.
Bunsen took it and showed it to Kermit. "Behold! The Muppet Labs Mistletoe!" he said.
Kermit opened his mouth but no words came out. "That's it?" Kermit asked. "Mistletoe? That's it?"
Bunsen nodded once firmly. "Yes! Fully mechanical mistletoe!" he handed it to Beaker.
Beaker grabbed it and one of the metal spikes on the leaf poked his finger. "Meep!" he screeched.
A group of rats walked behind Beaker carrying a ladder. Beaker turned around and saw a female rat at the end. "Me me!" he said. His eyeballs turned to hearts and he ran off after the rat.
Kermit sighed. "Thanks Dr. Honeydew, I'm sure we'll put it to, er, some sort of use," Kermit said.
Bunsen nodded. "Have no fear Mr. Kermit, I'll have Beaker hang it," Bunsen said. "That is, once he finishes chasing that rat," Bunsen scratched his head and walked off.
Kermit shook his head and picked up his pen again and continued writing. He coughed a couple of times, "good grief, you think Dr. Honeydew would invent a cough medicine," he sighed. "Gee, I wish I had some of mom's centipede and barley soup right about now," he sighed as his mind drifted back to the swamp.
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"C'mon Kerm!" Croaker called.
"I'm coming Croaker! Would you wait up?" a younger version of Kermit ran after the blue frog. "You think the others are already there?"
Croaker stopped and turned around. "Of course they're already there! You've been talking to Jerry for hours! And we've been late for half an hour too!"
"Well Jerry's just a really interesting guy to talk to," Kermit said. "And besides, they won't get rid of all the soup before we get back will they?"
"They better not," Croaker said. "If they do I'm gonna make you swim to find your gift at the bottom of the lake!"
Kermit scrunched his face. "Oh good," he said sarcasticaly. "Well here's the swamp." the frog said as he and Croaker hopped down into the trees.
They walked up into a clearing. A large tree was in the middle, and lightning bugs were used as lights on the tree.
"Wow it's beautiful isn't it Croaker?" Kermit asked.
"Yeah she is," Croaker nodded as he stared at a frog with short brown hair.
Kermit elbowed him in the side. "Watch what you say about my sister Croaker," he said.
"Heh, you watch that, I'll watch what I say to her!" he ran off to the frog and started talking to the girl.
"Sheesh," Kermit sighed.
"Kermit!" Goggles ran up to him. "There you are! Your mom has been looking everywhere for you!"
Kermit turned and saw his mother hand a gift to his brother, "here you are Jimmy," she said calmly.
Kermit smiled. "Thanks Goggles," he said as he walked over to his mother. "Hi mom," he said.
"Kermit, it's about time, where have you been young frog?" she asked.
"I was in town talking to Jerry," Kermit smiled. "You don't mind do you?"
She shook her head. "No of course not Kermit, but you almost missed your gift," she handed him a wide wrapped gift. It was longer than him. "Merry Christmas Kermit."
He held it awkwardly. "Gee mom," Kermit said. "Thanks!"
She giggled. "Why are you thanking me already? You haven't opened it yet," she said.
He smiled and sat the package on the ground, a group of other frogs had gathered around and watched as Kermit tore off the paper. under the paper was a long white box. He removed the lid slowly, and inside was a banjo.
The frogs all gasped and chattered as Kermit removed the banjo from it's box. He held it tight and smiled. "Mom, it's beautiful! I love it!"
She nodded. "I thought you would, I've seen you practice with Wilson's banjo, now I know I haven't honestly heard you play yet, but how about a carol for us?" she asked her son.
He nodded. "Alright, but I'm not that great," he said.
"Pill bugs roasting on an open fire," Kermit sang.
"Mosquitoes nipping at your nose,
Yule tide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks are wearing warmer clothes."
"Everybody knows centipede and mistletoe," Kermit's mother sang.
"Help to make the season bright,
Tiny tadpoles with their eyes all a'glow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight."
"They know that Santa's on his way," Goggles sang.
"He's loaded lots of toys and insects on his sleigh,"
"And every mother's child is gonna spy," Croaker continued with Kermit's sister at his side.
"To see if reindeer really know how to fly."
"And so I'm offering this simple phrase," Kermit sang.
"To frogs from one to ninety-two,
Although it's been said many times many ways,
Merry Christmas,"
"Merry Christmas," all the frogs harmonized.
"To you," Kermit finished.
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Back at the theater Kermit looked at what he'd written down on the script. There he saw the song again. He shook his head and threw the paper away.