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And here is the last bit to tie things up before the epilogue! And here's to hoping that I can finally go to sleep!
They were in trouble and they knew they were in trouble. All Fozzie and Piggy could do was look at each other before following Kermit into the kitchen. If they were expecting – or hoping – for one of Kermit’s trademark, arm flailing tirades, they were disappointed. Both of them immediately tried to explain their actions, but were stopped by one green flipper held in the air, a clear communication that he wanted them to stop talking.
“Stop,” he said. “I don’t even want to hear it. I was planning on asking if the two of you had completely lost your minds, but –“ here, he chuckled, though it wasn’t out of humor. “Obviously the answer to that is yes. You’ve certainly picked a good day for this and certainly picked the right neighborhood because Gonzo’s only two blocks away. And, incidentally, all three of you have managed to get in range of the local mental health institute!”
It was clear that Kermit was just getting started. Spending a morning with an addled brain and obviously suicidal Gonzo, coupled with the regular antics of his equally addled brain employees couldn’t begin to prepare him for what he had walked in to at the Kidman house.
Taking a very wild chance, the frog had his valet drive him over to the Kidman residence just to see if Fozzie and Piggy were hanging around. He figured Piggy must’ve picked her day off to stop by and must’ve run into Fozzie or something that made sense at the end of the day.
What he had walked in to did not make sense, nor was he in the mood to make it make sense. All he knew was that Fozzie and some strange bear were dressed in, what he probably and rightly assumed, were the clothing of the occupants of the house and that Piggy was somehow involved.
He didn’t need specifics at that point.
“How it gets done,” he continued. “And how it happens, I don’t care, but you two have one hour to figure out why no one is spending the night in this house. Got it?” The two quickly nodded, at least adhering to his non talking command.
While he had gotten a view of Fozzie, Kermit took the time to view Piggy while standing in the kitchen. The frog was hard pressed not to admit that the pig looked attractive, probably more so than she usually did. Kermit did always like the more casual looks that she would don once in a while and the shirt/jean combo was really working for her.
Wait a minute…
“And I want my shirt back.”
Piggy huffed, though it was somewhat quiet, under her breath. “Now he wants it back,” she muttered to the bear. “Perfectly good shirt and he doesn’t even wear it.” Noticing that her conversation wasn’t as soft as she may have intended, she none the less cleared her throat and stared down the frog.
“Can I at least wait until I get home?” she asked, thought Kermit noted that her tone was a bit too huffy for his tastes.
“By all means,” he retorted. “Unless of course there’s something in one of the closets that would suit your tastes better.”
“Why?” she asked, her eyes widening at the prospect. “Is there something in my size?” Seeing the look on her beau’s face, she immediately said, “Kidding! Just kidding. Sheesh, tough room.”
“Tell me about it,” Fozzie muttered.
In the living room, Jeanette was making herself ‘at home’ as it were. She had found the wine cabinet and decided to pour herself and Fozzie a glass of wine. Though she normally wouldn’t have given a second glance at the bear – he was a comic, after all – the very fact that he was a good bear gone very very good had changed her mind completely about him.
The arrival of the frog was a bit of a dampner and she wasn’t sure if that pig would ever go home or not, however Jeanette hoped that the evening wouldn’t be a total waste. So far, the night was certainly exciting.
And it would get even more exciting when a blue, white, and pink projectile went hurling through the side window.
The thing managed to hit the floor before nearly colliding with the fireplace. The crash of course alerted those who had been in the kitchen, who were just as stunned and surprised as Jeanette was.
“Gonzo!?”
“Gonzo, what’re you doing?” Fozzie asked.
“Bleeding,” the weirdo murmured, as he rolled himself over onto his back. “Internally. Oh wait. No, no, I think I’m okay. So the answer then would be staring at the ceiling.”
“Gonzo!” Kermit cried. “What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the house with Rizzo!”
That caused Piggy to perk up and look at Kermit. “Our house!?” she growled.
“Don’t even start with me,” Kermit countered. He was not about to get into an argument with her over the fact that he had left Gonzo and Rizzo in their house, alone. Especially in light of the fact she and Fozzie were parading around a house that wasn’t even theirs.
“So Kermit, about that canon act,” the weirdo replied. “You’re right; I think it’s something best saved for another day. I’ve discovered that the trajectory would have to be calculated precisely in order for it to work. That, or Rizzo can’t keep a beat to save his life. Sorry about the mayo; apparently it actually makes things worse.”
No comment could ever come close to responding to whatever it was Gonzo had said, which of course was the precise time that the door opened, revealing Nicole Kidman, her husband, country star Keith Urban, and their children.
“Nicole!” Kermit exclaimed, his voice shooting up an octave in nervousness. “We…we weren’t expecting you back until the end of the week!”
“Obviously,” the actress stated, walking further into the chaos that surrounded her living room. “Kermit, what is going on here?”
“It’s the funniest thing,” the frog chuckled. “So weird…apparently, three of my friends all went certifiably insane on the same day. Isn’t that weird?”
“Yes Kermit,” she replied, very seriously. “That is weird.”
“Fozzie?” the country star asked, looking at the bear. “Why are you wearing my jacket?”
“You’re kidding?” Fozzie said. “You have one like this, too?”
They were in trouble and they knew they were in trouble. All Fozzie and Piggy could do was look at each other before following Kermit into the kitchen. If they were expecting – or hoping – for one of Kermit’s trademark, arm flailing tirades, they were disappointed. Both of them immediately tried to explain their actions, but were stopped by one green flipper held in the air, a clear communication that he wanted them to stop talking.
“Stop,” he said. “I don’t even want to hear it. I was planning on asking if the two of you had completely lost your minds, but –“ here, he chuckled, though it wasn’t out of humor. “Obviously the answer to that is yes. You’ve certainly picked a good day for this and certainly picked the right neighborhood because Gonzo’s only two blocks away. And, incidentally, all three of you have managed to get in range of the local mental health institute!”
It was clear that Kermit was just getting started. Spending a morning with an addled brain and obviously suicidal Gonzo, coupled with the regular antics of his equally addled brain employees couldn’t begin to prepare him for what he had walked in to at the Kidman house.
Taking a very wild chance, the frog had his valet drive him over to the Kidman residence just to see if Fozzie and Piggy were hanging around. He figured Piggy must’ve picked her day off to stop by and must’ve run into Fozzie or something that made sense at the end of the day.
What he had walked in to did not make sense, nor was he in the mood to make it make sense. All he knew was that Fozzie and some strange bear were dressed in, what he probably and rightly assumed, were the clothing of the occupants of the house and that Piggy was somehow involved.
He didn’t need specifics at that point.
“How it gets done,” he continued. “And how it happens, I don’t care, but you two have one hour to figure out why no one is spending the night in this house. Got it?” The two quickly nodded, at least adhering to his non talking command.
While he had gotten a view of Fozzie, Kermit took the time to view Piggy while standing in the kitchen. The frog was hard pressed not to admit that the pig looked attractive, probably more so than she usually did. Kermit did always like the more casual looks that she would don once in a while and the shirt/jean combo was really working for her.
Wait a minute…
“And I want my shirt back.”
Piggy huffed, though it was somewhat quiet, under her breath. “Now he wants it back,” she muttered to the bear. “Perfectly good shirt and he doesn’t even wear it.” Noticing that her conversation wasn’t as soft as she may have intended, she none the less cleared her throat and stared down the frog.
“Can I at least wait until I get home?” she asked, thought Kermit noted that her tone was a bit too huffy for his tastes.
“By all means,” he retorted. “Unless of course there’s something in one of the closets that would suit your tastes better.”
“Why?” she asked, her eyes widening at the prospect. “Is there something in my size?” Seeing the look on her beau’s face, she immediately said, “Kidding! Just kidding. Sheesh, tough room.”
“Tell me about it,” Fozzie muttered.
In the living room, Jeanette was making herself ‘at home’ as it were. She had found the wine cabinet and decided to pour herself and Fozzie a glass of wine. Though she normally wouldn’t have given a second glance at the bear – he was a comic, after all – the very fact that he was a good bear gone very very good had changed her mind completely about him.
The arrival of the frog was a bit of a dampner and she wasn’t sure if that pig would ever go home or not, however Jeanette hoped that the evening wouldn’t be a total waste. So far, the night was certainly exciting.
And it would get even more exciting when a blue, white, and pink projectile went hurling through the side window.
The thing managed to hit the floor before nearly colliding with the fireplace. The crash of course alerted those who had been in the kitchen, who were just as stunned and surprised as Jeanette was.
“Gonzo!?”
“Gonzo, what’re you doing?” Fozzie asked.
“Bleeding,” the weirdo murmured, as he rolled himself over onto his back. “Internally. Oh wait. No, no, I think I’m okay. So the answer then would be staring at the ceiling.”
“Gonzo!” Kermit cried. “What’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the house with Rizzo!”
That caused Piggy to perk up and look at Kermit. “Our house!?” she growled.
“Don’t even start with me,” Kermit countered. He was not about to get into an argument with her over the fact that he had left Gonzo and Rizzo in their house, alone. Especially in light of the fact she and Fozzie were parading around a house that wasn’t even theirs.
“So Kermit, about that canon act,” the weirdo replied. “You’re right; I think it’s something best saved for another day. I’ve discovered that the trajectory would have to be calculated precisely in order for it to work. That, or Rizzo can’t keep a beat to save his life. Sorry about the mayo; apparently it actually makes things worse.”
No comment could ever come close to responding to whatever it was Gonzo had said, which of course was the precise time that the door opened, revealing Nicole Kidman, her husband, country star Keith Urban, and their children.
“Nicole!” Kermit exclaimed, his voice shooting up an octave in nervousness. “We…we weren’t expecting you back until the end of the week!”
“Obviously,” the actress stated, walking further into the chaos that surrounded her living room. “Kermit, what is going on here?”
“It’s the funniest thing,” the frog chuckled. “So weird…apparently, three of my friends all went certifiably insane on the same day. Isn’t that weird?”
“Yes Kermit,” she replied, very seriously. “That is weird.”
“Fozzie?” the country star asked, looking at the bear. “Why are you wearing my jacket?”
“You’re kidding?” Fozzie said. “You have one like this, too?”
