Muppet Fan-Fiction: Weddings Are Disastrous

[redBoobergurl]

Great chapter! Love the ushy gushy frog-pig goodness! And the stuff with Rizzo and Pepe was humorous as always. Must read more!

 

[theprawncracker]

Chapter 11

Miss Piggy entered the backstage of the theater lavishly, dangling a glittering purse down at her side. “Good morning everyone,” she said to whoever happened to be backstage.

That happened to be Scooter—and no one else. Scooter glanced over at Miss Piggy from Kermit’s desk. “It’s one in the afternoon, Miss Piggy,” Scooter said.

Piggy shrugged. “It’s morning for moi,” she said.

Scooter shook his head. “Is that a new purse?” he asked.

Miss Piggy looked down at her handbag. “Oh, this old thing?” she asked. “This was a gift,” she said.

Scooter sighed. “Alright, I’ll bite. A gift from who?” the go-fer asked.

“Oh, vous know dear, one of moi’s numerous celebrity friends, moi has so much trouble remembering them all,” Miss Piggy said with a heavy sigh as she walked over to the desk where Scooter was, slamming the purse down.

Scooter jumped from the surprising force of the purse dropping. “You don’t even remember which one it was?” he asked, examining the purse closer.

“Well,” Piggy huffed, “the point is, moi has a lot of celebrity friends, Scooter dear. A lot,” she reiterated forcefully.

“Oh, I do too, Miss Piggy,” Scooter said eagerly. “Steve Martin e-mails me every week or so, and Paul Simon mails me an update every—”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great kid,” Piggy said, snubbing the go-fer. “But moi was thinking more of the—” she cleared her throat, “female friends of moi’s.”

Scooter looked up at Miss Piggy. “Oh, I see,” Scooter said.

“You do?” asked Piggy swiftly.

The go-fer nodded. “You want me to get the phone numbers of every female celebrity you’ve ever worked with so that you can call them and ask if they’d like to be your last bridesmaid. Right, Miss Piggy?” Scooter asked.

Miss Piggy’s mouth fell agape (very unattractively). She shook her head, regaining her composure. “Well, erm, yeah,” she said. “But I bet you don’t know what else moi was going to ask you to do!” Piggy said, challenging the go-fer.

“Well I’d need another hint,” Scooter said. “The purse was nice bait, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Piggy muttered. “Let’s just cut to the chase, Scooter,” she said. “Moi wants vous to spy on Kermit.”

Scooter did a double take. “Miss Piggy, I thought we agreed that after last time you would never—”

“And now, Scooter, you know why you should always get these sort of things in writing, dear,” Piggy said sweetly.

Scooter frowned. “I’m caught in a loop hole even though I didn’t sign anything,” he said with a sigh.

“Just a little tip moi learned from one of those celebrity friends,” Miss Piggy said proudly. “Maybe vous should ask Mr. Martin for—”

“Alright, alright,” Scooter said. “Why am I spying on Kermit this time?”

Miss Piggy’s face grew serious. She looked all around, then back at Scooter. “He’s being very suspicious around moi,” she said finally.

“Miss Piggy, you and Kermit are getting married, he’s probably got some sort of surprise waiting for you,” Scooter said.

“Don’t vous think I know that?” she asked gruffly. “That’s what I want you to find out from the spying!”

“But doesn’t that ruin the—”

“I think I’ve had enough surprises for this wedding, don’t vous?” Piggy asked, referring to, of course, Kermit’s surprise proposal.

“Well…” Scooter pondered this proposal. “Alright, Miss Piggy, I’ll do it,” he said finally. “But what sort of compensation are we talking about?”

“The usual,” Piggy said, not making eye contact with the go-fer, “I’ll continue to pay off Skeeter so she won’t follow you to any of your dates—oh, and I’ll continue not telling anyone that you go on dates.”

Miss Piggy looked Scooter in his eyes (or the eyes in his glasses) and smirked victoriously. Scooter grimaced. “You strike a hard bargain, Miss Piggy,” Scooter said, “I guess I have to do it.”

“Exactly,” Miss Piggy said. “Another Hollywood trick, kiddo, they basically fall off of moi.”

“Save it for the honeymoon, Miss Piggy,” Scooter muttered.

“Did you say something?” Piggy growled at her go-fer accomplice.

Scooter fumbled his words. “Did you want me to book the honeymoon?” he asked frantically.

Miss Piggy smiled. “Silly boy,” she said, “Kermie and moi don’t even know where we’re going yet—try to find that out too, won’t vous?” Piggy picked up her purse and moseyed off towards the stage. “Ta ta, dear, moi am off to mingle with her co-stars and guests.”

Scooter softly sighed in relief as Piggy walked off. “Oh, and Scooter dear?” she called back suddenly.

Scooter jumped up. “Um, yes Miss Piggy?” he asked.

“I won’t forget what you said about things falling off of moi,” she said sweetly. Piggy was, by now, on the stage, in plain sight of everyone in the seats. “And good luck on your date tonight, Scooter,” Piggy said loudly, for all to hear.

Scooter heard Clifford’s hysteric laughter all the way from the seats. The go-fer frowned and sunk down to his knees, crawling underneath the desk.

~-~-~-~-~

“Did everyone enjoy their lunch?” Kermit asked his groomsmen (monster, bear, dog, frog, and whatever) as they walked down the town’s sidewalk.

“Mine was too hot,” Fozzie said, fanning himself with his hat.

“Mine was too cold,” Rowlf said, taking the opportunity to make the obvious joke.

“Mine was pretty cold too,” Gonzo said. Everyone turned to stare at him. “What?” he asked.

“I tell ya Kerm,” Croaker said, picking at something in his mouth with his finger, “I dunno how ya do it—eatin’ all this human food. Gimme a good grasshopper-kabob over that pizza stuff any day!”

Kermit put his hand on his pal’s back. “Croaker, my friend,” he said, “you haven’t tried a locust and earthworm pizza!”

“Got me there, Kerm,” Croaker said.

“Yuck,” Fozzie said with a grimace.

“I think it sounds good,” Gonzo said.

“I think you would enjoy eating with Oscar,” Grover said to the weirdo.

“Hey Kermit—Kermit,” Fozzie called to his best friend.

“Yes Fozzie?” Kermit asked.

“Where are we going again?” Fozzie wondered.

Kermit scrunched up his face. “I told you, Fozzie, we’re going tuxedo shopping!” he said.

“But I already have a tuxedo,” Fozzie said.

“Yes, I know,” Kermit said, “but I want to buy you all new ones to wear in the wedding.”

“Oh,” Fozzie said. “Well won’t the others be jealous?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Kermit said as they approached the tuxedo shop. “They all have tuxedoes too.”

“But…” Fozzie started. He shrugged. “Alright then.”

Kermit held open the door for his friends and they all fell in orderly (surprisingly enough). The frog followed in after them and looked around the store. Headless, handless, and feetless mannequins adorned the walls of the store, each wearing a tuxedo. In the center of the store was a small pedestal risen up off the floor and a large set of mirrors, carefully covering the dressing rooms, making the store, overall, very aesthetically pleasing.

Kermit approached the desk on the left side of the room. “Hi-ho,” he said to the clerk, “I’m Kermit the Frog—I think I made an appointment.”

The clerk stood behind the desk with a huge grin spread across his face. “I know who you are,” he said finally. “Welcome Kermit—erm, mister the Frog.”

“Kermit’s fine,” the frog said with a sincere smile.

The clerk cleared his throat. “Thank you sir—umm, I looked through your measurements, and I must say, this is the first time someone of your age has had to buy from our Youth department,” he said quickly.

“We get that a lot,” Kermit jested.

“How can you say that?” Rowlf asked. “You don’t even wear clothes.”

The clerk laughed. “I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta grab your suits from the back room.” The salesman said.

“Hold it!” shouted someone, bursting in through the front door.

All attention turned to the door, where about half a dozen penguins entered the store in a huff. “What do you think you’re doing, Kermit?” the leading penguin asked.

Kermit frowned. “I’m buying my tuxedo for the wedding,” he snapped.

“How could you?” the penguin asked. “Every time you wear a tuxedo, a penguin gets impersonated!”

“And that’s just fowl play!” another penguin shouted.

“Ahh! Good one,” Fozzie said.

“You penguins are crazy,” Kermit said. “I have to wear a tuxedo—I’m getting married!”

“Alright, we’ll level with you,” the main penguin said, quick enough to seem suspicious. “We’ll let you buy the tuxedoes if you let us sing in the choir at your wedding.”

Kermit tilted his head. “Well… I don’t really know if we were planning on a—”

“Penguins are people too!” the penguins started shouting in unison. “Save us from identity theft! Penguins are—”

“Alright, alright, fine!” Kermit shouted over the quacking penguins. “You can be in the choir in the wedding.”

The penguins cheered and flipped into the air with excitement. “Um, one more thing,” said the main penguin.

Kermit groaned. “What?” he asked.

“We’re gonna need tuxedoes too,” the penguin said.

“You’re already wearing them!” Kermit barked. “Out! Out! Out!”

The penguins quacked wildly as they filed out of the store. The perplexed sales clerk blinked, then shook off the confusion. “I’ll—I’ll be right back with the tuxedoes,” he said, walking off and heading to a concealed room next to the dressing rooms.

“You know none of us do, really,” Fozzie said.

“Do what?” Grover asked.

“Wear clothes,” Fozzie said.

Kermit shook his head. “Except for Gonzo,” the frog corrected the bear.

“Thank goodness,” Rowlf said.

Gonzo frowned. “Only because you guys make me,” he said.

“I wear clothes sometimes,” Grover said, “when the job is right.”

“This is somethin’ else I don’t understand,” Croaker said. “I understand conformin’ to food, Kerm, but clothes too?” he asked. “That’s reptile territory right there.”

The attendant returned carrying six suits on hangers; three in each hand; and smiled down at the group. “Well, who wants to go first?” he asked.

~-~-~-~-~

Sam Eagle sat stiff and upright (as always) across from the hunched, wrinkly frog.

The patriotic bird silently stirred a glass of water with his straw, staring down his beak at the table below him, trying not to lock eyes with his date.

Aunt Marge peered through her beady eyes at Sam. “You’re quiet,” she said. “I ordered French fries—and you didn’t even comment!”

Sam rubbed his arm and coughed quietly. “I’m—very tired,” he said softly.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marge asked.

Not with you in the chair right next to me, sleeping with your eyes open, Sam thought to himself. “Yes, the—the theater chairs are very uncomfortable,” he said aloud.

“But you’re stiff and uncomfortable,” Aunt Marge argued. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“I… I had a late night,” he said.

“No you didn’t,” Marge sneered.


“When… when you were asleep… I—I couldn’t manage to fall asleep so I went to watch… television,” Sam said, still not looking at Aunt Marge.

“Television?” she asked, shocked. “What on Earth did you watch?”

“Reruns,” Sam said quickly.

“Of what?”

“Talk-shows!”

“What kind of talk-shows?”

“The Colbert Report,” Sam said suddenly, looking up at Marge. “He had Will Smith on promoting his new film, it was very entertaining! I enjoy the show very much!” he said quickly, and uncharacteristically snippy.

Aunt Marge’s eyes opened wide and she sat back against her chair, crossing her arms. “Well,” she snapped, “I’m glad you found something enjoyable!”

Sam restrained himself and looked back down at his glass of water. “Would you like dessert?” he asked quietly.

Marge frowned. “Yes,” she said.

“Alright,” Sam said softly.

~-~-~-~-~

The frog pulled at the sides of his tuxedo coat and smirked into the mirror. He looked good.

Fozzie stepped up next to his friend the frog and put his furry hand on the frog’s shoulder. He straightened his bowtie and smiled into the mirror. “Kermit, we look good,” he said. “We should do this more often!”

Kermit smiled up at Fozzie. “I agree,” he said.

Gonzo smoothed down his tuxedo pant legs as he walked up on the other side of Kermit. “I’d still rather go naked…” he muttered.

“You have no idea,” Croaker said as he came up next to Gonzo, wearing a tuxedo of his own. He looked extremely uncomfortable (mostly because he was extremely uncomfortable).

“It looks good on you, Croaker,” Kermit said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Croaker said, snubbing off the compliment.

Grover scrambled up to the mirror, next to Fozzie, wearing a tuxedo of his own. “Oh this is so much fun, froggy baby, I look even cuter, if I do say so myself!” the monster said with a smile.

“I agree,” Kermit said happily.

“But not cuter than me, right Kermit?” Fozzie asked in a whisper to Kermit.

“Fozzie!” Kermit chided the bear lightly.

“It’s good to get back in duds like these,” Rowlf said as he entered next to Croaker. “I’ll have to get used to pants again, though,” he sighed.

“Well, that’s all of us Kermit,” Gonzo said as all six Muppets watched themselves in the mirror.

“What do you think guys?” Kermit asked, grinning wildly at his best friends.

“I think underwear is evil,” Croaker said.

“Finally,” Gonzo shouted, “someone who agrees with me!”

“In all seriousness Kermit,” Rowlf interjected. “They look great.”

“Fantastic!” Fozzie said.

“Yes, highly attractive,” Grover added.

“Oh good,” Kermit said. He turned around and looked at the clerk. “We’ll take them please—no need to gift wrap them, I think we’ll wear them out.”

“You can,” Croaker said, already taking off his cufflinks. “This frog has other plans.”

“Yeah, freedom!” Gonzo said, reaching for his belt.

Rowlf reached his paw forward and grabbed Gonzo’s arm. Gonzo turned to look at Rowlf as he shook his head slowly.

Kermit smirked. “Well I’ll wear it out,” he said.

“Great!” the clerk said. “Will that be cash or charge?”

Kermit’s face twisted up. He sighed. “Charge it.”

“Did somebody say charge? !” shouted the wildly surprising (both in manner and appearance) Crazy Harry, jumping out from behind one of the mannequins, carrying a dynamite plunger.

“Whoa! Wait!” Kermit shouted, stopping the almost certain explosion. “Crazy Harry, how did you get here?”

Crazy Harry shrugged. “I came with the penguins,” he said.

“Good grief,” Kermit sighed.

 

[TogetherAgain]

PENGUINS! EVIL UNDERWEAR! HARRY! CUTENESS COMPETITION! HAAAAAAAAAA!

Also: <Pats Sam's head> <snickers at idea of him watching Colbert Report> <hands him a brochure for the Witness Protection Program>

...On second thought... <hands another brochure to poor Scooter> If you'd like, go-fer, I have a rock that's LOVELY for hiding under.

 

[Muppetfan44]

Great Chapter!

I like how Piggy and Scooter are at it again; spying on Kermit. It's a muppet story-line classic!

The scene where all the groomsmen are getting their tuxedos was very nice; I could just picture all six of them standing together looking at themselves in the mirror; great image!

Crazy Harry better not get their tuxes dirty before the wedding! haha

Hooray!

post more soon!

 

[redBoobergurl]

PENGUINS! I love when the penguins show up! And the tuxedo stuff was great. And good interaction with Piggy and Scooter and also Sam and Marge. Heck, good chapter overall! Must read more!

 

[theprawncracker]

Chapter 12

Kermit returned to the theater after the tuxedo shopping experience—he sent Fozzie and the other groomsthings back to the Boarding House to put the tuxedoes out of harms way. The frog had a show to develop.

For some reason the excitement of a lot more guests than were expected made Kermit forget that he still had a show to put on, thankfully he had Bunsen and Beaker remind him of it by suggesting the Sesame Street gang play guests on the show.

Unfortunately, he didn’t really have time to write them into the script—since the show was in two days.

“Scooter!” Kermit called to his go-fer as he approached his desk backstage.

“Yeah boss?” Scooter’s unseen voice asked.

Kermit looked around. “Where are you?” he asked.

“Down here,” Scooter said, poking Kermit’s leg from underneath the desk.

Kermit looked down at the concealed kid. “What are you doing down there?” he asked. “You’re not taking lessons in art from Gonzo again, are you?”

Scooter pulled himself out from underneath the desk. “It’s a long story chief,” he said.

“Well I certainly don’t have time to hear it,” Kermit said. “I need the rough draft of the show’s script for this week.”

Scooter nodded and grabbed his clipboard off of the desk. He flipped through the papers until he found the script and passed it to Kermit.

Kermit cleared his throat and began to read it. “The Muppet Show hosted by Kermit the Frog,” he read. “Theme song, opening number, middle acts, closing number.” Kermit looked up at Scooter. “That’s all ya got, huh?”

“I’m afraid so, boss,” Scooter said.

The frog sighed, “At least it’s more than I have written for—” Kermit stopped himself.

Scooter suddenly became very interested. “For what?” he asked,

“For, uh, next week’s show,” Kermit recovered. “Erm, where’s Clifford? I need to run a few act ideas by him.”

Scooter frowned. “He went back to the Boarding House—Sam called him home for some reason.”

“Well that’s weird,” Kermit said.

“Did you expect any less?”

“Good point.” Kermit put the clipboard down and reached for a pen under the clutter gathering atop his desk. He began to scribble something upon the script.

“What’re you planning, chief?” Scooter asked.

“A couple song and dance numbers for everyone from Sesame Street,” Kermit said. “It’s an easy save from writer’s block.”

“Oh, right,” Scooter said, recalling the conversation he and Kermit had about this very subject earlier this morning. “How can I help?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Kermit said.

“I have to, it’s in my contract,” Scooter said.

“And I’m glad you signed it,” Kermit said with a grin. “Could you go get, hmm, Big Bird, Hoots, Ernie, and Bert for me, please? Oh, and talk to Beauregard and Beaker about designing a inner-city backdrop for the opening number.”

Scooter nodded. “I’m on it, boss,” he said, scampering off to run the errands.

“This is just perfect,” Kermit said genuinely. “An easy couple of sketches and songs handed right to me thanks to everyone accidentally coming. Things are looking up!”

“Heads up!” someone shouted.

Kermit looked up, just in time to jump out of the way of a falling sandbag from the ceiling. “Sorry boss!” the voice called.

Kermit wobbled on his feet. “I need to remember to keep looking up,” he said before collapsing.

~-~-~-~-~

A light rap upon the door ended the hard rock session in the room.

“Every time, every time,” Floyd muttered as his fingers silenced the still vibrating cords of his guitar. “Yeah, come in.”

The bald head of Sam Eagle poked its way through the crack in the door. “Excuse me, I—”

“Listen Rogaine,” Floyd snapped. “We scheduled this time to rehearse, baby, you're just gonna have to live with it.”

“Jam se-shun!” Animal shouted.

Sam frowned (even though he was always frowning). “Pardon me, sir, but I would just like a word with you about... erm, well... it's not about your music,” Sam said, finding it very difficult to call the noise exuding from the Electric Mayhem music.

Floyd blinked solemnly. “If you say so, man,” he said. The perplexed musician lifted his bass off his shoulders and set it gently down by the bed. “What's up?”

Sam looked around the room carefully (for the record, he was only in the room up to his neck). “It's a rather—” he cleared his throat. “Private matter.”

Floyd glanced out of the corner of his eye (don't ask me how that's possible) towards Dr. Teeth. The band leader shrugged and chuckled to himself quietly. “Alright Sam,” Floyd said, following the eagle out of the room.

Floyd entered the upstairs corridor of the Muppet Boarding House to find Clifford leaning against the railing, fiddling with his cell phone, and Gonzo balancing on his head. “You feelin' alright, Washington?” Floyd asked Sam.

“Actually, Franklin was my favorite president,” Sam said.

“Roosevelt?” Clifford asked.

“Benjamin,” Sam said blankly.

Floyd and Clifford exchanged glances (Gonzo would've gotten one too, but he was too low to the ground). “So what's goin' on with you, Sam?” Clifford asked finally.

“Yeah and why'd you wanna talk to us about it?” Gonzo asked.

Sam looked right and left down the hallway. Then he walked over to the railing and looked down. Floyd laughed heartily. “This must be a matter of national importance!” he said.

“It very well could be,” Sam said seriously. Floyd stopped laughing and he, Clifford, and Gonzo stared at Sam. Sam looked at each of them. “I... I was trying to make a joke.”

“That's weird,” Gonzo said.

“Comin' from him that's a big deal,” Clifford says. “What's rufflin' your feathers, Sam? Heh heh.”

“A woman,” he said bluntly.

Floyd burst out laughing, Gonzo fell to the floor, and Clifford's mouth fell open beautifully.

“This is no laughing matter,” Sam said. “I—I need to learn how to break up with someone.”

“Well here's step one,” Floyd said. “Ya gotta have a girl first!” he said, still laughing.

“I... I do have a... a woman,” Sam said shyly.

“Lady Liberty doesn't count, man,” Clifford said, sputtering with his words, still trying to compose himself.

“Heavens no,” Sam said sternly. “This is a frog.”

“At least it's not a chicken again,” Gonzo said. “Any warts yet?” he asked.

“That'd require touching!” Floyd said, still laughing.

“Do we really have to get into that?” Sam asked.

Gonzo held back his laughter. “Well... it'll help us... determine the best way for you to break off the relationship,” he said.

“That's the problem,” Sam said. “I'm afraid I might get broken off... Or a part of me anyway.”

Clifford almost tripped over himself (and he wasn't even walking). “It's Aunt Marge?” he shouted.

Sam gulped. “Quiet! Please!” he said quickly.

Floyd was, by now, literally, on the floor laughing so hard it hurt.

Sam glared down at Floyd. “Do you see now why I am approaching this matter carefully?” he asked.

“I'd approach it with an armored car, if I were you,” Clifford said.

Sam pulled a notepad and pen out from nowhere. “Ah, yes, and where would I be able to find one of those?” he asked.

Gonzo leapt up and grabbed Sam around the shoulders. He looked the eagle straight in his eyes. “Sam, listen to me! You don't need to take notes, you just have to go out there and do it!” Gonzo shouted.

Sam stared down his beak at Gonzo. “Do... what?” he asked.

“Sam, you're a stiff bird,” Gonzo said. “I'm sure you can take whatever she can throw at you!”

“Even boards can get snapped in half,” Floyd said.

“The question still remains, dude,” Clifford said. “Why us?”

“You all ended your relationships in less than two minutes,” Sam said. “I figured you were experts in the field.”

“But we did that on—”

Floyd reached his hand over quickly and covered Gonzo's mouth. “You're right—he's right! We've gotta help our patriotic pal here!” Floyd said.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” Sam said.

“No problem,” Floyd said. “Now first we need you to get us each a soda, then we can really sit down and analyze this problem of yours.”

Sam saluted to Floyd. “I take back most of the things I said about you being a Liberal junky,” he said. The eagle ran off down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Clifford pulled off his shades and glared at Floyd. “Now why would you go and do that?” he asked.

Floyd laughed. “It's gonna be way too much fun,” he said.

Gonzo frowned. “I dunno...”

“We can tell him to call your next act American and distinguished,” Clifford anted up.

Gonzo's eyelids pulled back. “Ha ha! This is gonna be great!” he laughed.

~-~-~-~-~

Hoots the Owl sighed happily and nodded. “Yeah frog, I think you’ve got the right idea,” he said.

“Thanks Hoots,” Kermit said. “So you think it’s good enough for an opening number?”

Hoots laughed his hearty belly laugh. “Kermit, I think it’s good enough to be the whole show!” he said.

Kermit smirked. “Well, we have to fill the time slot,” he said.

“I really like the song you want me to sing too, Kermit,” Big Bird said, towering over the frog.

“Well naturally,” Kermit said suavely, “after all, you are singing it with me.”

“But don’t you think our sketch is a little too childish, Kermit?” Bert asked a hint of pleading in his voice.

“Oh, come on now, Bert,” Ernie said. “I think it’ll be fun! You’ve always liked telling jokes!”

“No I have not,” Bert said, lowering his singular eyebrow. “I’ve always preferred art and culture!”

“Oh, Bert,” Ernie chided. “Try to have some fun.”

“Well try to make it as artistic and cultural as possible, Bert,” Kermit said. “We’ll even throw in a paperclip joke.”

Bert thought over this proposal. “What about a tap dance number?” he asked eagerly.

Kermit thought over the counter-proposal. “Do you have your own tap-shoes?” he asked.

“Of course,” Bert said, “doesn’t everyone?”

“Alright then, you can finish with a tap dance number,” Kermit said.

“Great!” Bert said, laughing.

“Well Scooter,” Kermit said to the go-fer. “I think we’ve got a show!”

“Um, Kermit, sir, I have one more problem,” Big Bird said.

Kermit smiled. “You don’t have to call me sir,” he said.

“Oh, thank you,” Big Bird said. “But, Kermit, I—uh, well…”

“What is it?” Kermit asked.

Big Bird shifted his weight from side to side nervously. “I think I’d rather do my number with Miss Piggy,” he said.

“B—but Big Bird, I thought we were—”

“Oh we were, Kermit, we were,” Big Bird said. “It’s just… Miss Piggy seems like such a big star, Kermit! I’d be so honored to work with her!”

Kermit scrunched up his face. Scooter chuckled and patted the frog’s back. “I think Big Bird will make it just fine around here.”

 

[AnimatedC9000]

Ah, the chapter ending reminds me so much of the Leslie Uggams episode...

Sam's getting desperate if he's asking those three to help him out. XD No offense, guys.

Okay, I'm agreeing to what everybody's saying: You and Lisa should team up with Segel and Stoller! Think of the awesome movie you four could make together!

Can't wait for the next installment(s)!

~ AnimatedC

 

[The Count]

Ah... *Soaks in all the rich goodness of this chapter. The Broken Hearts Club is back at it again... Kermit's planning for the next show... Bert's going to make a complete fool of himself again... Big B wants to star with Miss P, nice. Just wondering if Scooter and Prairie will make peace with each other though, maybe that's who the gofer's secretly, ahem. ThanksPrawn... More please!

 

[Muppetfan44]

Wonderful Chapter!

I totally am jumping on the bandwagon with the whole "you should team up with Segel and Stoller" thing

I love the fun the guys are having with sam after all the crap sam has dished out over the years, and the whole Big Bird wanting to do his number with Piggy was absolutely priceless!

Can't wait for more! Great Job!

 

[TogetherAgain]

<Totally cracking up over here>

Kermit nearly spilling on the movie to Scooter, and the rough draft, and contract, and... Ahh, I'm a happy Lisa.

Also-- Sam, I know the boys suggested an armored car, but if you can get your wings on a tank...

<Resumes cracking up>

<Snickers>

<Hugs de Prawnie MUCHLY!>

And yes, yes, Big Bird will fit RIGHT in at the Happiness Hotel! ...I-- I mean, The Muppet Theater! Yes. That. <Shifty eyes> <scurries off to go sing about it>

...<scurries back>

MORE PLEASE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !