It's Time To Get Things Started

[Animal'sBunny]

Thanks guys! I'll post more soon, but it's hard between school and homework!

 

[Animal'sBunny]

OK, here come more chapters!! (finally) YAAAAAAY!

 

[Animal'sBunny]

Chapter Three (cont.)
"So, Rowlf," Kermit said, once the Chef had released him. "Do you know of anyone else who might want to audition for the show?"
"Well... there were some rumors in the chicken coop about a purple hook nosed... thing planning to blast himself out of a cannon across the Grand Canyon."
"Did he?" Kermit asked in awe.
"He made it half way."
"Did he die?"
"Die? Of course he didn't die if he died what would the point of this story be?"
"I don't know, Rowlf."
"Anyways, he's in town. You should look him up."
"Great, what's his name?"
"They're calling him-" *shifty eyes* "the Great Gonzo.

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A limo pulled up outside of the fanciest hotel in town.​

"That must be him!" Kermit exclaimed.​

The doors opened and out stepped...​

"Hey..." Kermit said. "Isn't that that guy from that movie?"
"You bet it is!" came a voice from behind him. "I wonder if he wants my autograph!"​

Kermit span around. Standing behind him was a purple, hook nosed... whatever.​

"Gonzo?"​

"Oh look everyone! I've got a fan!"​

"Hi, I'm Kermit. I'm going to be the host in a new show called the Muppet Show and I was wondering if you'd like to be on it."​

"On TV?"​

"Yes."​

"SURE! YOU HERE THAT EVERYONE! THE GREAT GONZO IS GOING TO BE ON TV! OH THANK YOU KERMIT! THANK YOU! Hey. Do you want an autograph?"​

"Um... no thank you."
"Oh and, Kermit. Will there be any... you know... barnyard animals on set?"​

"Um... if you count Miss Piggy, then, yes."​

"A pig? Cool!"​

 

[Animal'sBunny]

Chapter Four
At eleven o'clock am exactly, Kermit's phone rang.
"Hello. It is I, Sam the Eagle."
"Hi-ho Sam, I'm Kermit the Frog."
"Kermit. Kermit. How very un-American. Are you German?"
"Um... no. I was born here."
"Really? How wonderful! Now, to business. I saw your add in the paper and my clients-"
"Clients?"
"Yes I am an agent for the wonderful Wayne and Wanda! They sing. I'd like you to come to my office so we can talk, beak-to-face. How's three o'clock?"
"That's great. Just give me the address!"

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At five to three Kermit found himself outside an old brick building. He walked inside and strode over to the front desk. The receptionist was an old lady in glasses and a green dress.​

"Hello, I have an appointment with Sam the Eagle."
"Room eighteen," she said automatically without looking up.​

Kermit walked over to Room 18 and knocked on the door.​

"Enter."​

Sam sat at a big desk at the back of the room in front of a large window. On the walls were portraits of all the American presidents to date in chronological order. An American flag stood on his desk.​

"Ah, Kermit, how are you?" Sam continued without waiting for an answer. "Now Wayne and Wanda are not available for a live audition as they have a job. But I have a tape here to play for you." He pulled out a tape and slid it into a radio.​

"On a clear day, rise and look around you. And you'll see who you are! On a clear day, how it will astound you-" Sam turned it off.​

"I believe you've heard enough."​

"But I wanted to hear the end."
"Ah, the end is much the same as the beginning and of no importance whatsoever!"
"OK. So, Sam-" Kermit was cut off by the wail of sirens as an army of fire trucks rolled by.​

"Ah, that would be for them," Sam muttered, glancing at his watch. "A pity. They almost made it to the end."​

"What?"
"NOTHING!"
"Well, you'll be happy to know I've decided to take Wayne and Wanda for the show."​

"Wonderful. But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You take me too. I shall be on the show to monitor their progress and help you keep this running as smoothly and civily as possible."​

"Uhhhhh..."​

"Well?"
"Oh, all right."​

"Wonderful, I shall see you at the show! God Bless America!"​

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When Kermit returned to his swamp he was surprised to see someone was already there.​

"Hi. I'm George."​

"Well, hello George."​

"Yeah, I saw you're add and I'm really into show business."​

"What do you do?"​

"I'm a janitor."​

"A... dancing janitor?
"No, a sweeping janitor."​

"Ah. I thought you where interested in show business."​

"The show's up at the old theater, right?"
"Yeah?"
"And it's gonna be on TV?"
"Uh-huh."​

"That's show business."
"You know what George? You're hired."​

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Kermit's phone was ringing. Again.​

"Sheesh," he said as he picked it up.​

"Hi Kermit, this is Mildred Huxtetter. I saw your add-"​

"What do you do? Sing? Dance? Act? Sweep?"​

"Actually, I was interested in sponsoring the show."​

"Good grief! Really?"
"Yes. But on one condition."​

"Oh. You're one of those people."​

"You let me be on the show occasionally," she said at the same time as Kermit said:
"I let you be on the show occasionally."
"Yes."
"Oh, OK, Mildred," Kermit said, a sudden idea coming to him. "Say, what do you know about ballroom dancing?"​

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The next day Kermit was touring the theater with J.P. Grosse.​

"And this will be your office." J.P. opened the door and Kermit jumped. Sitting in his chair was an orange haired kid in glasses.​

"Hey Uncle J.P.! Hey Kermit!"​

"Kermit, this is my nephew, Scooter. He's going to be working here as your go-fer."​

"Gopher? Gopher?" Kermit said. "Why would I need a gopher?"
"G-O-F-E-R," J.P. clarified. "Go-fer coffee, go-fer papers. Go-fer cake. Speaking of cake, I have some to celebrate. I'll go get it."​

"Say, boss," Scooter said once his uncle was gone. "Can my dog Muppy come backstage sometimes?"​

"First gophers now dogs? Absolutely not, Scooter!"
"Gee, my uncle really likes Muppy."
"Got any other pets your uncle likes? Cats? Rabbits? Hamsters? Gophers?​

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[Animal'sBunny]

Uggggghhhh, my hands are dying from typing and I'm sooooo tired. But here's the last chapter...

 

[Animal'sBunny]

Chapter Five
After a couple more weeks of auditions the cast was complete. Some new members where Thog, Sweetums, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and Hilda the wardrobe lady.
The show was just about ready to start and ticket sales were better than expected.
"Hey, boss!" Scooter called.
"Yes, Scooter?" Kermit could get used to this whole 'boss' thing.
"I've had a great idea to boost publicity! Why don't we hold a contest on the radio to give away two free balcony seats for life?"
"Well... That would raise publicity... and your uncle owns the theater... so... why not? I know a guy who works on the radio who'll host the contest!

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"And lucky caller number nine is... MR.STATLER! You have won two balcony seats on the Muppet Show, free for life!"​

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"Well, Waldorf, we won."​

"Nice alliteration."​

"Thank you."​

"At least it'll give me a chance to get away from Astoria for a bit."​

The two old men laughed.​

"The show should be good though," Waldorf added.​

"Yes, but nothing compared to that party after the end of World War One..."​

"I wouldn't know. You locked me in the cellar to keep me away from Martha Jacobsen," Waldorf replied dryly.​

"Oh... right," Statler said and laughed.​

"Where're you going?" Waldorf called as Statler walked off.​

"To see if Martha Jacobsen's still as beautiful as she was fifty years ago!"​

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Opening night came and Statler and Waldorf headed off to the show with very high hopes for it.​

The end​

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I hope you liked it!!!​

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[MissMusical12]

I think the ending seems kinda rushed, but very ironic. Good story, though.

 

[Animal'sBunny]

I think the ending seems kinda rushed, but very ironic. Good story, though.

I see your point. I'm really terrible at finishing stories, so you're lucky it has an ending. I'll come back to it later and add more detail though!

 

[DrDientes]

I love it! All the characters are... well, in character, and the story make me laugh really loud. Is wonderful!

 

[Misskermie]

Awesome.