Chapter 13: Back to normal
“Okay, people—listen up!” Kermit called over the murmur of many voices. “We’ve still got a couple of weeks of filming to do before we break for the holidays. I know some of you are looking forward to some time off, and some of you are looking forward to our revue in Las Vegas, but we need to be sensitive to each other and stay focused on what we’re doing in the moment.”
Everyone had fallen silent, all eyes turned attentively to Kermit.
“I want to tell you how much I appreciate everyone’s hard work so far on the film. I know we’ve had a few problems with the media—“ Kermit’s cheeks flushed a little pink, but he kept going. “—but the movie’s getting some positive attention and I think we need to stay focused on making the best movie we can. I know I can count on you all.” As if appearing out of thin air, Robin popped into the air and landed nonchalantly on Kermit’s shoulder. Kermit, who was used to it, hardly reacted, but several people on the front row stepped back in surprise, and others were heard to laugh or comment. “Oh—and Robin’s going to be with us for the next little while. Say hi, Robin!”
“Hi!” Robin called cheerily, waving enthusiastically.
“Hey there, kid—looking bouncy!”
“Good heavens, he’s grown hasn’t he? Hasn’t he grown, George?”
“Hiya short stuff!”
“Oh, like he’s so cute and everything, really….”
“Robin—hey! Look down!”
Kermit smiled as everyone welcomed Robin back into the fold. Robin’s sunny disposition and seemingly endless enthusiasm were having a positive effect on everything. Kermit felt…optimistic, and it was an almost unfamiliar feeling after the past several weeks. It buoyed him and made him feel content. Maybe the worst was over, Kermit thought firmly. Things were bound to start looking up.
“Rizzo,” Piggy said, eyeing the little rat suspiciously. “Is that one of the cookies I had made up special for Robin?”
“Yeah,” Rizzo said cheerfully. “And boy, are they great. I love chocolate chips.”
Piggy opened her mouth to speak, shut it carefully, then tried again. “Rizzo—those aren’t chocolate chips.”
“S’okay,” Rizzo said, munching happily. “I like raisins, too.”
Fozzie had come up during this last and he shot Piggy an alarmed look, but Piggy merely shrugged and let Rizzo go without further comment.
“You’re not—you’re not going to tell him?”
“Nope,” Piggy said firmly. “And neither are you.” She took Fozzie’s arm and steered him toward the dressing rooms. “Fozzie, are you sure you want to cover for Scooter during the holiday break? It’s a lot of work keeping up with everything.”
“Oh, sure,” Fozzie said. “Piece of cake.”
“Never say ‘piece of cake” in the labyrinth,” Piggy murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Piggy said, smiling and shaking off the thought. “It was sweet of you to volunteer.”
“Scooter has everything very well organized,” Fozzie said confidently. “I’ve got everything I need right here on my clipboard.”
Piggy looked down at the notebook in Fozzie’s hands. “Um, Fozzie—that’s not a clipboard. That a writing tablet.”
Fozzie looked down in alarm, gulped, then looked around frantically. “Hoo, boy,” he said, flustered. “Hmm—gotta go! Now where did I--?”
Oddly enough, the conversation reassured Piggy. Things are getting back to normal around here, she thought hopefully. Maybe the worst is over.