Miss Piggy's Muppet Adventures: The Great Beartender

[WebMistressGina]

Hi, do you have any more fic for us hungry readers? We'd love another piece of this Muppet Adventures, since Kermit has to pick up some mayo on his way home.

It's funny you should mention that, cause a new part is coming up. And yes, I am working on Schotsky's, so hopefully I'll get something for you a little later today. Here's more Mup Adventures.


Back on the Kidman estate, Fozzie was asking an all too important question.

“You think I should go home and change?”

“Yes,” Piggy nodded, though the crossing of her arms hardly meant that she was in agreement. “About two hours ago. We don’t have time for you to change!”

“But…but…” the bear fretted. He pulled at his tie and exclaimed, “She can’t see in me in…in…this! It makes me look shabby!”

“I have been saying that for years and you’re only listening to me now?”

“Oh my gosh!” the bear panicked, pacing back and forth in the living room. “I should’ve thought ahead! What’ll I do?”

“Calm down for one thing,” Piggy huffed. She then proceeded to travel down the hall, where Fozzie wondered what she was doing, when she reappeared with something in her hand. “Here,” she said, thrusting what now looked to be a jacket in the furry hands. “Wear this.”

“Where’d you get this?”

“Fozzie!” the diva exclaimed. “Don’t ask questions! Just put the jacket on!”

Doing as he was told, Fozzie immediately put on the jacket, noting that it was a silky black that felt very soft against his fur. “Oooh!” he cooed. “Comfy.”

Piggy looked at him, quite surprised how good the bear looked in a smoking jacket. “I have to admit,” she murmured, looking the bear a few times. “You actually decent in a smoking jacket. May have to consider giving you one as a present.”

“With a pipe?” the bear asked, excitedly.

“No,” Piggy replied, before looking at him in confusion. “Wait, why?”

“I just feel this would look good while holding a pipe.”

The retort that was waiting on her lips actually died out as she considered what he had said. “What the hey?” she shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

The two stood, looking around at their handy work. All the pictures that could be taken down were and quickly hidden in places where only they would be able to find them. “I think we might actually be able to pull this off,” Piggy stated. “There’s only one problem with this plan though.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“That’s what I have you for.”

“True that,” Piggy agreed. “However, even I admit to not being my best at the moment.”

“Well,” Fozzie began. “We’ll…we’ll just keep it simple. Like, you’re my wealthy neighbor who came over to wish me luck on my latest comedy tour in New York, where I’ll meet my secret lover. My secret married lover!”

Piggy looked at him, incredulously. Who knew the bear had the imagination of a lunatic? “Why don’t I just be your next door neighbor?”

“Yeah,” Fozzie nodded. “I suppose that could work.”

[hr]

“You are now under house arrest.”

Receiving a call from Gonzo wasn’t exactly a surprise, however receiving said call when the weirdo should have been resting and receiving the call from his very own home phone had sent Kermit right back to his home, this time with help.

“Yeah,” Rizzo replied, hands on his hips. “And I’m da warden.”

Trying to find someone at the last minute while trying to corral acts was probably one of the most difficult things Kermit had ever done. Rizzo was really the last person that Kermit wanted alone with Gonzo in his home, but he was desperate. Really, really desperate. So snagging the rat, the two headed over to the house to find out why Gonzo was calling in the first place.

Whatever Kermit thought Gonzo was doing was nothing in comparison to what they found him actually doing – despite having a concussion, the daredevil was up and about, dressed in his normal stuntman attire, however he also seemed to be covered in…mayonnaise.

“Come on, guys!” Gonzo exclaimed, crossing his arms in a pout. “I’m fine! You know I bounce back better after a concussion. I don’t know what it is, but it’s like all those latent ideas I have are knocked loose and let free into the open!”

“I’m convinced something is knocked loose,” Kermit muttered.

“And the last thing we need is to let it run free into the open,” Rizzo added.

“Gonzo,” Kermit started. “I don’t want to hear another word. From this point on, you are under house arrest. The two of you are not to touch anything, eat anything, or steal anything; I think we are all aware of the consequences should Piggy find out that you’ve been here. Now, I am going back to the theatre and so help me, if I hear one more word about whatever it is you plan on doing or thinking about planning on doing here, I will kill you. Both. Better yet, I will get Piggy to kill you! And I won’t stop her. Now, goodbye.”

And with that, Kermit the Frog left his house for the third time that day with the hope – the deepest, deepest hope - that he wouldn’t need to return until an actual appropriate time.

“Can you believe that guy?” Gonzo asked, smiling while shaking his head.

“The little guy has a lot of problems,” Rizzo agreed. “Least of all being you.”

“You mean you,” the weirdo retorted. “Wanna see why I’m covered in mayo?”

“Letch,” Rizzo preened, his voice in a falsetto. “You’ve tried that line on me before.”

Gonzo smirked. He still didn’t know why he and Rizzo were such good friends, but he was glad to have the little rat on his side when it counted. “Wrong,” he stated. “I’ve tried that line on Camilla before and she was a lot more receptive than you’re being right now.”

“Alright,” Rizzo begged, covering his ears. “I don’t care what Kermit says, I’m looking for some bleach to erase that image from my mind.”

 

[The Count]

Hee... Good stuff.

Got that bear a smoking jacket? His act must be hot tonight.
Someone put him out!
His jokes are always a hazard!

Who knew he had the imagination of a lunatic. The Shadow knows... No wait, that's a different intro.
He's been spending too much time with the weirdo lately.
Which one?

Frazzled Kermit makes the frog just that much more lovable, cause we've all been there one time or another.

Gonzo and Camilla covered in mayo? Hey Rizzo, wait for me!
*Scrubs image out of head furiously.
*Blames Gina (and Beauregard's Gonziggy shipping) for putting another image in my head of a cute Muppet aardvark girl as the offspring from those two. Hey, we have fannen offspring characters in the stories posted here, why not one between those crossed lovers?

BTW: I'm pondering... For an owl-human demon, should she have the fire sword most sources say it wields or not, given she'll be kind of sort of like a club bouncer?
Hope to read from you soonish.

 

[Slackbot]

*chuckles* Gonzo can be odd at times. Gonzo doped up on meds is comedy indeed. I was wondering why Kermit is surprised that Gonzo is in his house, since Kermit just left him there, but then I realized that he's concerned about Gonzo's actions. ("What are you doing" can mean "Why are you there?") Maybe he should have gotten Camilla to babysit Gonzo; at least she'd be able to keep his attention, y'know?

It's funny that Gonzo's 2-cannon stunt from Muppets from Earth got upgraded to 4 cannons, as the stunt in my fic was inspired by Gonzo's 4-cannon minigame in "Muppet Party Cruise." Was that a coincidence?

 

[WebMistressGina]

Hee... Good stuff.

Who knew he had the imagination of a lunatic. The Shadow knows... No wait, that's a different intro.
He's been spending too much time with the weirdo lately.
Which one?

My thoughts exactly.

Which one?

Exactly.

*Blames Gina (and Beauregard's Gonziggy shipping) for putting another image in my head of a cute Muppet aardvark girl as the offspring from those two. Hey, we have fannen offspring characters in the stories posted here, why not one between those crossed lovers?

BTW: I'm pondering... For an owl-human demon, should she have the fire sword most sources say it wields or not, given she'll be kind of sort of like a club bouncer?
Hope to read from you soonish.

But Pinky, I haven't even WRITTEN them a kid yet. But an aardvark like thing I could see. And doesn't Slackbot already have a kid with those two? I mean, not like...her kid...another kid...

And speaking of the Slackster...

*chuckles* Gonzo can be odd at times. Gonzo doped up on meds is comedy indeed. I was wondering why Kermit is surprised that Gonzo is in his house, since Kermit just left him there, but then I realized that he's concerned about Gonzo's actions. ("What are you doing" can mean "Why are you there?") Maybe he should have gotten Camilla to babysit Gonzo; at least she'd be able to keep his attention, y'know?

It's funny that Gonzo's 2-cannon stunt from Muppets from Earth got upgraded to 4 cannons, as the stunt in my fic was inspired by Gonzo's 4-cannon minigame in "Muppet Party Cruise." Was that a coincidence?

Gonzo clearly embraces his insanity (as most people should) and really, I blame Kermit. In the words of Squidward, after inviting Spongebob and Patrick into his house (to which, they proceeded to destroy) - "What a surprise. I invited them in and left them alone."

And no, no coincidence. I had actually racked my brain trying to remember where I read about Gonzo doing a canon act like that and I narrowed it down to you or Rhuanna. I can't remember if you did indeed set it to the 1812, but in hindsight, that would make sense of course.

So, credit should go where credit should go - the originating idea for Gonzo's canon act goes to the Slackbotinator!

And now that we've seen Kermit's day, let's head back to see how Piggy and Fozzie are doing...


Jeanette Pauson was just as lovely as Fozzie remembered her. If he had thought her beautiful in school, it was nothing compared to how she grew up. Still a chocolate brown and still with gorgeous honey brown eyes, seeing the bear at the door took the comedian back to the days of his youth.

And it didn’t look like he’d be returning anytime soon.

Piggy didn’t want to admit it, but she was enjoying herself. Counting herself as a master among those of the dating scene, she of course loved it when others found the same type of joy and happiness she had found with Kermit and if or when she could, she would actively promote those types of relationships along. Watching Fozzie Bear, who had the mindset and personality of a five year old, seemingly grow up to that of a fifteen year old had warmed her heart.

Oh, she’d hold this against him forever, but in this particular moment, she couldn’t not say that she wasn’t amused to watch the very adult bear turn into a puddle of mush. That Jeanette though, Piggy couldn’t put her finger on it, but she was convinced this wasn’t a social call, especially if she had never taken interest in Fozzie before now. The diva was pretty sure she was using Fozzie’s celebrity status and in any other circumstance, she’d probably block it, but…for this particular situation, she would sit back, watch, and see where this went before putting the hammer down if so needed.

Jeanette Pauson had arrived around fifteen minutes before she was to have lunch with her old high school friend. She had been greeted by him and a cute little pig he had introduced as ‘Peggy Lee’ who was apparently his neighbor. She was actually quite surprised to see her old school chum living in such an estate; she had immediately wondered if the pig who stood with him was perhaps a girlfriend or wife – they certainly seemed close with the way he thrown his arm around her when being introduced.

The three were now coming from downstairs, after Fozzie had happily suggested a tour of the house. Thankfully, they had managed to keep it short and without peeking in any rooms to get the overall effect of showing the second bear what they could. “I have to admit, Fozzie,” Jeanette was saying. “This isn’t at all what I pictured for you.”

“Oh?” Ever since the comedic bear had seen his high school crush at the door, he’d been alternating between different accents and voices, which either made him sound worldly or psychotic. “And what exactly did you picture?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jeanette replied, coming into the living room. “Maybe something a bit more…scaled down.”

“Scaled down?” Fozzie asked. He began to chuckle, looking at Piggy and then Jeanette. “That’s funny. It’s probably because you haven’t seen me in quite some time, but if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s scaled down.”

“He’s right,” Piggy nodded.

Looking up, Jeanette pointed to the large picture of a man that was hung over the mantel. “You know,” she began. “He’s been in a number of areas in the house. Is he a relative?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Fozzie and Piggy looked at each other before Fozzie stated, “He was a dear friend. Of my father’s. Dear, dear friend. He died.” Looking over at Jeanette, he amended with, “It wasn’t a tragic death or anything, just a normal one.” Turning back to the portrait, he said, “But still…it was a death.”

“Well,” Piggy interrupted. The sooner the madness stopped, the sooner she could wash her hands of this whole thing and head home to her book and couch. “I think that’s a perfect segway to saying goodbye. It was a pleasure meeting you, Jeanette.”

“Likewise, Peggy,” Jeanette replied, shaking the pig’s hand. “And you know, this is such a great house and I noticed the big patio. If it’s alright with you, Fozzie, why don’t we have lunch here?”

“Sure!” Fozzie exclaimed, unheeded by the way Piggy grabbed his hand in warning.

“I just had another idea,” the darker bear replied. Stepping up to Fozzie, she laid a hand against his chest. “I haven’t been able to get a hotel room while I stopped in. I was hoping I could spend the night.”

Fozzie’s brain short circuited for a moment, but when it came back online, it did two things. The first thing was to send out an “Okay!” from his lips, the second was to be notified that the pain in his hand was increasing exponentially.

“Great!” Jeanette turned to look at a few of the knick knacks that were adorned at another corner of the room, leaving Fozzie free to fall to his knees in pain. Snatching his arm back from the icy pain of Piggy’s own hand, he was surprised to hear, “Why are you on the floor?”

“Oh!” he replied, cradling his arm as nonchalantly as he could. “Just…just…looking for my contact. Pesky things, always popping out of my eye. Oh, here it is.” Miming picking up a nonexistent contact lens, the comic stood, saying, “Why don’t I go into the kitchen and put this back in?”

“Why don’t I help you?” Piggy stated, giving Fozzie a very deadly look.

“No, that’s okay.”

“Oh, but I insist,” she giggled, pushing him roughly towards the kitchen. “We’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.”

Once in the kitchen, Piggy immediately dropped her friendly attitude and whirled on Fozzie. “What’re you doing?” she hissed.

“Panicking,” he shot. “And I’m in pain. I’m panicking cause I’m in pain and I’m in pain because I panicked.”

“Will you get a grip?” she tossed back at him. Pacing, she continued with, “Let’s…let’s look at this logically. What does logic tell us?”

“That I think you broke my hand.”

“It tells us,” she gritted. “That we cannot stay in this house. She cannot stay in this house overnight! It just can’t happen!”

“Well, then what do we do?”

Piggy racked her brain for some sort of idea that would keep Fozzie in Jeanette’s good graces, while avoiding a sleep over. “I got it,” she said. “Our house. Just go out there and tell her that…that…you’re doing reconstruction on the house tomorrow and you need to go to your other house.”

“I have other houses?” the bear asked in surprised wonderment.

“Sure kid, you got millions of them.”

“Wow,” he sighed. “But wait a minute. What about you and Kermit?”

“I’m sure we can find something to do for one night,” Piggy replied. “Okay, let’s get there and get her gone.”

“Hey, wait a minute…”

“What?”

“When are the Kidman’s coming back?” Fozzie asked.

“You mean the Urbans?” Piggy corrected.

“The Who?”

“Not the Who, the Urbans,” Piggy stressed. “As in the mister and misses.”

“Whatever,” the bear said. “When are they coming back?”

“Not till the end of the week.” Looking at him, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Why?”

“Well, why can’t we spend the night?”

Piggy only waited a beat before asking, “Are you kidding?”

“Wait, hear me out!” Fozzie protested. “It would only be for one night and they would never even know! Look, Jeanette could stay and then I’ll help you put everything back the way it was, promise!”

“Fozzie,” the diva replied, sternly. “In any other circumstance, I would be fine with because – heaven knows – you need a date. However, in this particular instance, I can’t condone it. Especially not in this house. Or mine, for that matter.”

“What could happen?”

“First,” she said. “Never say piece of cake in the labyrinth. Second, are you seriously not picking up on the vibes she’s sending out?”

“What vibes?”

And like that, fifteen year old Fozzie had suddenly turned into five year old Fozzie, which left Piggy in the sticky predicament of trying to explain why Jeanette had suggested the sleep over in the first place. She looked at Fozzie hard for a moment, before looking skyward and saying, “I’m being punished, aren’t I?”

“Wait Piggy,” Fozzie exclaimed. “You could stay here with us!”

“Say what?”

“Like a chaperone!” the bear continued. “That way, it’ll put your mind at ease and you know, you can…you can make sure I don’t do anything crazy.”

“Oh yes, of course,” Piggy said, sarcastically. “Because the previous actions have been quite normal.” Rubbing her forehead and sighing, she acquisitioned with, “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. You are going to owe me so much when this is over.”

“Yes,” Fozzie said, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes I am.” Grabbing her up in a sudden hug, Fozzie continued with, “Thank you so much. You are totally the best person ever!”

“I so totally know that,” she grumbled; none the less, she conceded to the hug before pushing him away. “Now look at me. The important thing here is that we don’t panic, okay?” Fozzie nodded. “The most important thing, however, is that the frog never finds out about this. Because if Kermit finds out what we’re doing, it’ll be the end of you and it’ll be the end of me, but most importantly, it’ll be the end of me.”

Again Fozzie nodded.

“We are actors,” she stressed. “We are entertainers. It’s time to put those skills to work. Because if anyone is going to pull this off, it’s going to be us, right?”

“Right!”

“Okay then,” she nodded. Squaring her shoulders, she announced, “Let’s do this thing.”

 

[The Count]

Hmm, so Jeanette's got an alterior motive for getting together with Fozzie? Intrigued to read how this develops.
Good call on staying at the Kiddman/Bear estate, you don't want to do this same act back at your home Piggy... Er, let's just say it's already occupied with some other houseguests. Who notified the frog you're out of mayonnaise. And raisins.
Nice to have the comparison of Fozzie at differing ages in Piggy's mind as part of the narrative, it rully helps paint the picture of his shifting confidence regarding this old flame.

Dunno where this is headed, but I wants to read more. Will you please post more for us to reads?

 

[Misskermie]

You rock. All I shall say.

More please!

 

[WebMistressGina]

We're coming up to the end here! This is an extra long post, but don't worry, I should have the rest of it and the Designing Women episode it's based on up and running tomorrow morning!

Rizzo the Rat shook his head. This…was a bad idea.

Currently, his charge, the Great Gonzo, had somehow talked him into going down the street to the park. That in itself wasn’t a bad thing; the bad thing was the fact that they had taken two canons with them. How he let the weirdo talk him into these things, he didn’t know. He really didn’t.

Despite knowing the guy from way back when, it was only when the Muppet group as a whole started to splinter when the two found themselves hanging out together. When they did that take on the Dickens book, they found that they had tons of fun together and it clicked after that.

Rizzo didn’t have many people that he would consider his best friends, but he definitely counted Gonzo among that short list. Truthfully, he had been a bit afraid and jealous in the notion that once the Muppets got back together, the Power Trio would reunite and he’d be left on the curb.

He probably should’ve known that the weirdo was the kind of guy who tried to make time for everyone; even when he, Kermit, and Fozzie had their guys’ night out, Gonzo always made sure to schedule something for the two of them. That was probably why he ended up doing these things.

That and he was the only one crazy enough to go along with it.

Today’s crazy plan, aside from Gonzo getting run over by a falling ice cream truck, was the weirdo showing his friend just why he had covered himself in Kermit’s mayo. One word.

Lubrication.

“See, the mayo acts as a conductor, so to speak,” the stuntman was saying. “I shoot out of the canon faster and hit the other canons easier. There’s a method to my madness.”

“There’s a perversion to your madness,” the rat quipped. “From now on, I’m carrying bleach whenever I’m with you.”

“Sweet talk will get you nowhere.”

“Tell me again why we’re in this park,” Rizzo continued. “And why we have brought with us two canons?”

“You wanted to know why I was covered in mayo, right?” Gonzo asked.

“Actually no,” Rizzo stated. “You just sorta dragged me with you down here.”

Gonzo stared at him for a moment. “Why’re you making this a park of lies, Rizzo?” he asked, seriously. “I think we both know how excited you were at watching me douse myself with mayo and then shooting myself back and forth with two canons.”

“You got me,” the rat sighed. “You know nothing floats my boat better than that.”

“I know it.”

Luckily for them, the park was pretty much empty by the time they had dragged two canons to the park. It went unsaid that, of course, the frog would never hear about this; that would mean telling him that they had used his robotic servant to drive them to a ‘special location only known by certain people’ in order to get two canons.

Then of course they had to somehow get two canons into Kermit’s little sedan – there’d be a scratch he’d probably wonder about and why there was suddenly a hitch on his car – and why the 80’s robot had a sudden reboot.

Rizzo did feel a bit bad about that; he thought it be better to get an expert to come down and wipe the memory of the last few hours, but Gonzo had nixed that idea, only stating that Scooter was a bad choice because Gonzo, of all people, thought the manager would take a perverse liking to dismantling the thing.

They had done a good deed though and stopped by and picked up more mayo to replace the ones they had used and would be using. That should make Kermit happy; hopefully.

“Okay,” Gonzo replied, after the two of them began to set up the canons. “Now, you have to remember this would work better with four canons okay? So, the general idea is a full orchestral and performance of the 1812 Overture. I’m thinking complete reenactment…”

“The frog is never going to okay that.”

“He might,” the weirdo replied. “Especially when I get started on the dancing girls.”

“Isn’t that how you and Camilla broke up the first time?”

The stuntman sighed. “No,” he said. “That…was a whole ‘nother set of circumstances. Moving on – right at the apex, is when I do the canons. You know how the song goes?” Rizzo nodded. “Awesome! Hold on!”

Here, Gonzo proceeded to cover himself in about a bottle and a half of mayonnaise before he loaded himself into one of the canons. Rizzo, standing by with a match asked, “Ready?”

“Let’s do this thing!”

Putting flame to wick, Rizzo began to sing, loudly, the ending to the 1812.

[hr]

A long day was coming to a close and Kermit didn’t think he had ever been so happy to leave the theatre before. He and Scooter had to fend off a penguin revolt, a mutating carrot, baby tantrums, and that week’s show.

That of course didn’t even begin to cover his few hours with Gonzo. Some days, Kermit was seriously tempted to call the mental health institute and have them come take everyone away.

“Alright Scooter,” he said, standing upright and stretching. While he loved the desk backstage, he was really contemplating getting chairs or stools or something; standing and leaning over for hours at a time was killing his back.

And his feet.

“I’m heading out.”

“Okay Chief.”

“Hey,” he asked. “Have you heard back from Piggy and Fozzie?”

Scooter shook his head. “Not since Piggy texted me and said they were together.”

“That’s weird,” Kermit muttered. “Well, I have an idea of where they could be –“ Please not the house, please not the house. “I’m sure I’ll see them.”

“Want me to text Piggy?”

“Nah,” the frog replied. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Oh,” the assistant began. “Your highly unrefined technological disaster arrived a few minutes ago.”

Kermit resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was completely baffled at this weird, one sided rivalry between his stage manager and his valet. He didn’t even think 80s robot was aware that the redhead was out to get him.

“Thank you, Scooter,” he said, heading towards his technological disaster of a valet.

He would be glad when this night was over.

[hr]

Piggy couldn’t wait for this night to be over.

The sudden change in venue for both lunch and dinner, plus an unscheduled sleep over meant things needed to be changed, rearranged, and moved.

Luckily, Nicole or Keith must have friends who stayed over because the guest room was done up and ready for the next guest. That of course was a good thing; finding something for Jeanette to sleep in was something completely different.

Piggy usually didn’t make a habit of roaming around in another person’s closet and certainly not without their permission. In this case, the diva had to wing it and blindly picked whatever she thought would look good on the chocolate bear downstairs.

If she hadn’t been convinced before, she was convinced now that Jeanette was looking to put another mark on her bedpost and unfortunately that next mark was named Fozzie Bear. Well, she was not about to let that happen. While Fozzie may have grated her nerves, he wasn’t the kind of person she wished this type of behavior on.

Maybe she was getting sentimental, but as Kermit’s best friend and eventual best man, Fozzie Bear held a special place in her heart and she felt obligated to make sure nothing horrible happened to him.

Downstairs, nothing horrible was happening to Fozzie Bear, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t in the process. Both bears had dressed themselves down, both ready for bed at any moment. There had been that momentary level of panic when Piggy and Fozzie had been forced to rush upstairs and find pajamas in which to sleep in, but apparently they were doing such a good job at this, Jeanette hadn’t even noticed that anything suspicious was going on.

That is until the small green frog walked in.

“Hey guys, are you still here?”

“Kermit,” whispered the comic, his eyes wide at the prospect of his arrival. Their plan only hinged on two things – keeping calm and making sure that Kermit didn’t find out. This of course wouldn’t be good if Kermit had shown up, which of course was making Fozzie start to panic.

Sure enough, Kermit walked through the foyer and into the living room, surprised to see Fozzie and an unnamed bear dressed for bed and sitting in the living room.

“Kermit!” Fozzie exclaimed, jumping up from his perch next to Jeanette and practically running towards Kermit. “Ha! Kermit, what…what a…what a lovely surprise! Jeanette, this is Kermit, the Frog. You know, the actor/director/producer that I sometimes collaborate with.”

“How do you do?” Jeanette asked, reaching forward with her hand.

“Hello,” Kermit muttered, shaking her hand before turning a glare on to Fozzie.

“Don’t you just love Fozzie’s house?”

Kermit continued to stare at the bear. “Your house?”

“One of many,” the bear chuckled, nervously. This would not work if Kermit wasn’t on board, which it clearly looked as though he wasn’t. “Remember?”

“Oh yes,” the frog deadpanned. “I forgot. You have so many.”

“Hey Fozzie, I just saw a car pull up and…”

Piggy interrupted her own sentence with a startled gasp worthy of Curly from the Three Stooges.

“Kermit,” Fozzie replied. “Have you…do…do you remember my neighbor? Piggy…Peggy. Lee. Peggy Lee?”

There were many times in which Piggy showed just how good of an actress she truly was. Meetings, parties, interviews, what have you were always good practice for her to put on the long suffering, grand standing diva act that she was known for. There were, of course, very few times in which she was asked to act on the spot, but even in those incidences, she wouldn’t break character if she could help it.

Kinda like now.

Stepping forward, she held out her hand to the frog, saying, “Charmed.”

“Hello, Peggy.”

“Well, Kermit, it’s a shame you can’t stay,” Fozzie said, his words coming out in a bit of a rush. “I know how very busy you are and I’m sure you’d like to get home. TO your house, that is very far away from here.”

“It’s a shame that you can’t stay,” Jeanette began.

“Yes.”

“We’re going to have so much fun sleeping here.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh well, I’m staying,” the bear perked up. “I can’t believe I’m spending the night in one of Fozzie’s homes.”

Kermit’s lips twitched, as did one of his eyes. “Either can I,” he replied. “How delightful. Fozzie, could I see you and your plucky neighborhood sidekick in the kitchen for a moment?”

 

[Misskermie]

Ha ha ha ha ha, how do you say, "Busted?" LOL

More please!

 

[The Count]

Sorry, it's a good chapter/addition, but something doesn't jive.

If Fozzie and Jeanette, and Piggy, are at the Kiddman's estate as the guest room has clearly been done up already for the next guest... Then how does Kermit walk in on them in what would be his and Piggy's house?
That one glaring piece of continuity error is really ruining the enjoyment/believability of Kermit walking in on the duo, busting the cherade, and leading to what will be a tierade exploding frog.

Love the story and I want to read what's next, just needed to help you correct this little fumble.

 

[WebMistressGina]

Sorry, it's a good chapter/addition, but something doesn't jive.

If Fozzie and Jeanette, and Piggy, are at the Kiddman's estate as the guest room has clearly been done up already for the next guest... Then how does Kermit walk in on them in what would be his and Piggy's house?

I don't follow.

Kermit has arrived at the Kidman estate, not his house. When Kermit tells Scooter that he had an idea of where the two of them are, he's hoping they aren't at his house (cause that's where GOnzo and Rizzo SHOULD be). The frog instinctively headed over to the Kidman's, hence why he was surprised when he saw Jeanette and when he saw Fozzie in jammies.

Were you confused because Piggy had SUGGESTED the house earlier?