Chapter 35
Benny rubbed his head as he sat up in the seat he had been recently blasted in to. "You’re a real pain in the neck, you know that Deadly?"
Uncle Deadly cracked his knuckles. "I try."
Uncle Deadly hopped into the band pit to check on Scooter, Skeeter, and Clifford. All three of whom were somehow intertwined with a musical instrument.
"ARE THEY ALRIGHT?" Death asked.
Uncle Deadly rose an eyelid and turned to stare at the cloaked figure. "Pardon?"
"ARE THE THREE OF THEM ALRIGHT?" Death asked again.
"Yes... They’re fine." Uncle Deadly helped Skeeter to her feet.
"More or less," Skeeter said, pulling a triangle out from around her leg.
Scooter stood up on his own accord, and on someone else’s harpsichord. "Who are these... People?" Scooter asked Clifford.
"Got me." Clifford tried pulling himself out of a bass drum.
"This is Death," Uncle Deadly introduced his boss. "And The Boss."
Clifford and the twins looked the two figures up and down. "Man, why does ‘The Boss’ look like Whoopi Goldberg?"
"For the record," The Boss interjected. "Goldberg stole
my look. I had these braids long before she did."
The three Muppets exchanged glances. "I am
so glad I don’t live with you guys," Skeeter mumbled.
Benny stood up and jumped back onto the stage. "I hate to break up the party again, again, but I’m not finished here."
Death turned to look at the gray man who had nearly lost him his job. "WHY DOES THAT MAN HAVE MY SCYTHE, DEADLY?"
"Oh," The Boss bit her lip. "Did I forget to mention that part?"
"YOU DID, YES," Death sighed.
"No matter though!" Daniel ran towards the stage. "Go on Boss, just use some divine intervention!"
The Boss shrugged. "Sorry Danny L., I can’t."
"What?!" Deadly shouted.
"WHY NOT?" Death asked.
"Earth has severe limits on my power. I blame global warming, personally." The Boss perched herself on a box backstage. "Don’t let me mess up your fight though."
"Don’t worry," Benny said. "I won’t!" The gray man darted himself towards Death, swinging the scythe. Death twirled, dodging the slice. "He who holds the scythe holds the power!" Benny hissed.
"POWER CAN BE MEASURED IN MANY WAYS MY BOY," Death told him. "UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I POSSESS MANY OF THOSE WAYS."
"And I possess the other one!" Uncle Deadly joined Death at his side.
"I won’t let you take away my life!" Benny cried.
"WHAT LIFE, VANDERGAST?" Death asked. "YOU ARE NOT REALLY ALIVE, DON’T YOU SEE THAT? YOU’RE LIVING A SHAM, A LIFE OF FRAUD, AND YOU’RE HAPPY WITH THAT?"
"I’m not here to talk, Death." Benny’s eyes became red slits on his face.
"AND I’M NOT HERE TO FIGHT," Death told him.
"Then we seem to have a problem here." Benny began to walk around Death and Deadly.
"We can solve this problem," Uncle Deadly told him.
"ONE OF TWO WAYS," Death said.
"I was never good at multiple choice tests," Benny sneered.
"MAKE A MOVE AND YOU’LL MAKE YOUR CHOICE." Death readied himself for what was to come.
Benny grinned that evil toothy grin. "Fine with me!" Benny shot from where he was standing towards Death and Uncle Deadly. Both of them dove to either side and landed on their feet.
"Come now Death," Benny started towards him. "It’s not like you have any powers without this scythe anyway!"
"THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK, IS IT?" Death stood frozen, staring down Benny as he ran towards him.
"That’s what I-" Benny was stopped, abruptly.
By Death’s bony palm on his face.
<X>X<X>
The sign was big, with huge white print that read "Welcome to California!" And best of all, it was green.
It was a combination of the two that sparked the huge grin that spread across Kermit’s face as they crossed the state line.
"Oh boy!" Robin hopped up and down in his seat. "That means we’re almost home, right Uncle Kermit?"
"That’s right Robin," Kermit told his nephew.
"Where to first boss frog?" Butch asked from the driver’s seat.
"Good question. What do you think Rowlf? Fozzie?" Kermit asked his friends.
"Well, if we go to the boarding house, the Chef will cook for us..." Fozzie said.
"And if we go to the theater, the Chef will cook for us," Rowlf pointed out.
"Oh yeah." Fozzie frowned.
"But didn’t those pirates take all of our keys to the theater anyway?" Rowlf asked.
"Uh oh..." Fozzie bit his fingers.
"Sheesh," Kermit sighed. "I forgot about that."
"But what about Gonzo?" Robin asked.
"Hmm?" Kermit looked at his nephew.
"Well, we didn’t find Gonzo again until after the pirates took the keys," Robin said. "Doesn’t Gonzo have one?"
Kermit smiled and patted Robin on the head. "You just saved us Robin!"
Kermit stood up and walked back to Gonzo’s seat. "Gonzo, do you have your theater key?"
"Yup!" Gonzo said. "I didn’t leave it in my other underwear this time."
"Under where?" Rizzo asked.
"Good grief." Kermit shook his head. "Hold onto your key Gonzo, we’re gonna need it."
"You bet, Kermit!" Gonzo grinned.
"Alright Butch, to the theater!" Kermit told the driver.
"You heard the frog ya blue behemoth!" Piggy growled. "Move it!"
"What’s biting her bum?" Pepe asked.
"That is disgusting!" Sam shouted.
"Just a question..." Pepe muttered.
"Everything you say is a question!" Lew Zealand said.
"Es not my fault, hokay?" Pepe shouted. "Es just how I was born into dis world, hokay? Don’t down me for dat!"
"Guys, guys, please!" Kermit calmed the waters. "Let’s try not to kill each other until we get back to the theater."
"Why would we want to kill each other there?" Beauregard asked.
"Because- Oh, never mind." Kermit stomped off, back to his seat.