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Okay, here's that update... not sure I really love this one, but let's see what you think.
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Oh, thank you, Kermit, thank you!! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
It was like striking gold while playing lawn darts in the backyard, then remembering your house was situated over an Incan pyramid: a thrilling discovery that, in retrospect, should not have surprised you.
Kermit... of course, Kermit!
“What else do you like about him?”
“Hmmmph... he’s cute when... he’s mad.”
“Uh huh.”
“He’s ...cute when he... mmmm... panics.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Gonzo agreed solemnly as he filed away his brilliant discovery for, heaven forefend, future reference. If you need to keep someone talking, just bring up his or her favorite subject.
Two year old children living in tribes that had never heard of electricity knew Miss Piggy’s favorite subject.
“Always cute... has flippers.”
“So he does. Are they cute?”
“Flippy, cute and flippy.”
“Cute, flippy flippers.”
The faintest ghost of a smile graced her face and her eyes, though still half closed and far away, had regained some of their sparkle. Gonzo felt a bit better as he held her protectively, waiting impatiently for Scooter to return. Poor Piggy had to fight to speak, to listen, to stay awake but, thank goodness, she was undeniably willing to fight for her frog.
Unfortunately, becoming more aware meant becoming more aware of pain, and more worried about the source of the pain.
“My head hurts... where is he? Where’s flipper... frog?” Piggy shifted so that she was actively clinging to him now, helpless as a child, frightened as one newly awoken from a nightmare. “I don’t know where he is.”
Gonzo rubbed her back, as helpless as she to fix this. “Kermit’s in France, Piggy, doing the talk show rounds. Do you remember that?” He felt her head move in a tiny little nod against his neck. She sighed sadly and whispered, “Want Kermie back.”
“Me, too.” Gonzo agreed.
Shortly thereafter, Scooter returned, physically dragging the enormous Sweetums, who was certainly the most trustworthy of the monsters. “Oh, thank goodness. We’re going for a ride now, Piggy.” Gonzo had seen the unnerving vulnerability in her pain-shadowed eyes and knew that panic was not far off. He had never seen the pig actually panic in all the years he’d known her, but even when perfectly in control of her emotions, Piggy was a force to be reckoned with.
“Sweetums here is gonna carry you so we don’t hurt your head, okay? I’ll make sure he keeps them where I can see ‘em so you don’t have to wallop him, Piggy.” Rowlf chuckled softly behind him in easy appreciation.
Reluctantly, Gonzo relinquished her to the monster’s care, watching intently as Sweetums bent down and scooped her up like a baby. He made his way cautiously down the stairs, not helped at all by the Muppets hovering anxiously.
“I called the hospital, so they’re expecting us. How’s she doing?”
“All things considered, I think she should have stayed in bed this morning.”
“Yeah,” the dog snorted softly, “I’m sure she wishes she had.” Fozzie held the door open as they made their way outside. The car was running, doors wide open, ready for their mission of mercy.
“Careful, careful. Oh, don’t touch her ear!”
An anguished shriek tore its way free from her throat as her injured ear brushed against the lip of the door. The wound was reopened and started bleeding profusely as Piggy kicked and writhed in protest.
“Whoa, I’m sorry about that. Hold still!” Sweetums looked as contrite as a long furred, heavy browed, yellow-eyed monster could. Her delicate ears were terribly exposed perched as they were at the top of her head.
Gonzo darted into the backseat from the other side. “Give her to me! Just lay her down!” Sweetums obeyed, releasing her awkwardly onto the seat, her legs still thrashing out the door. The blonde managed to land several good kicks in her panic. Frantically, Gonzo took hold of her under her arms and pulled her up, still struggling, into his lap.
“Piggy, Piggy! Oh, please, calm down! You need to breathe, Piggy, just breathe. I know it hurts- ow!” She clocked him in his prominent nose with a wildly flailing elbow.
“What’s going on? What’s going on?!”
He wound his furry blue arms around her, tucking her head against his shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. We’re going to the hospital. Everything’s going to be okay.” Then, Gonzo started to sing “Rainbow Connection,” a familiar song usually sung by a very familiar frog. Piggy froze, and then relaxed in his arms, instantly comforted.
Soon Fozzie too was crooning along. Piggy attempted to join in, but dropped wearily out after only a few bars. Still, she listened, occasionally mouthing the words when it suited her. Music hath charms to soothe the… er, well… just about everyone, really.
When she was settled again, Gonzo dropped the song. “Rowlf, are you coming?”
“I better stay here. Scooter wants us to go ahead with the rest of the rehearsal if we can. I’ve got a few numbers-”
“Alright, Fozzie and I will stay with her ‘til we know something more.”
“Should I call Kermit? He’d want to know what happened.”
A funny sort of reluctance gripped Gonzo, but he couldn’t pinpoint a reason for it. “Uh, I don’t know. What do you think, Fozzie?”
The bear looked thoughtful, carefully avoiding looking at the backseat. Finally, he shook his head. “No, don’t call him yet. He won’t be able to do anything, and it will only worry him. I think we should wait until we know that she’s okay.” Good ol’ Fozzie.
“Makes sense. He doesn’t need that kind of stress right now.”
“Kermie?” Piggy clutched Gonzo’s hand tightly, face twisting in renewed worry.
“We better get going.”
Sweetums and Rowlf shut the doors and Fozzie started to drive off when a strident voice called.
“Wait! Wait up! I’m coming too!”
“Rizzo?” The rat thudded into the door without fanfare.
“I’m coming too, open up!”
Rowlf let the little creature into the car and shut the door again.
“Ready?”
“Are we?” Gonzo asked pointedly to Rizzo.
“We are.” Rizzo replied haughtily before giving Piggy’s arm a gentle pat. “Aren’t we, princess?” Piggy didn’t answer.
“Piggy, what do you think Kermit’s best quality is?” Rizzo shot Gonzo a strange look, but his face cleared when Piggy roused herself to give an answer.
“He’s dreamy.” Despite it all, Fozzie rolled his eyes. “And he makes other people dreamy.” They looked at each other, perplexed.
“What the hey?”
But Gonzo sat up straight with sudden insight. “You mean ...he helps them believe in their dreams?”
Piggy smiled tenderly. “Yep. Dreamy.”
“Aw, geez, that’s sweet.” Rizzo muttered, looking away.
Gonzo shook his head wistfully. “You know, I think you’re right. That is his best quality.”
“I believe in me when he’s around.” Piggy sighed with startling clarity, completely unguarded.
“Getting her talking about the frog... that’s good. Your idea?” Rizzo asked softly.
“Yep.”
“Who’da figured?”
“Nice, Rizzo.”
The rat smirked at him before turning his attention back to Piggy. “So, Pigster, you still plan on marrying the frog?”
“...Love my Kermie.”
“Right, right. So tell me about the wedding. What colours are you going with?”
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The ride to the hospital passed quickly, and soon Fozzie had pulled into the emergency lane, parked and leapt out.
“Excuse me, uh, excuse me. Would you mind terribly if-"
“Sir, you can’t park here. This is for emergency vehicles only.”
“Oh, yeah, I know, but it’s just that-”
“No excuses, sir.”
“Right, but-”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Rizzo, who had been struggling to open the heavy door, finally gave up and rolled down the window. “We got a hurt pig emergency over her! You better get moving now ‘cause this is the Miss Piggy and if she finds out you didn’t treat her properly then the minute she’s back on her feet, you are going to have a hurt pig emergency!”
In seconds the car was surrounded by EMT’s trying to get Miss Piggy out of the car and on to a gurney.
“This is the head injury we were contacted about?”
Gonzo was pulled aside to answer questions about Piggy’s health while Fozzie was presented with a stack of baffling medical forms.
Rizzo strayed a little too close to a four year old in for blood work and found himself being dragged around by the tail for the better part of an hour. “Listen, you’re a fun tyke, but I’m real busy so if you could just let go of that-”
Piggy was soon ushered away from them and then, there was nothing to do but wait and worry.
“Do you know Piggy’s mother’s maiden name?”
There was almost nothing to do but wait and worry.
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Oh, thank you, Kermit, thank you!! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
It was like striking gold while playing lawn darts in the backyard, then remembering your house was situated over an Incan pyramid: a thrilling discovery that, in retrospect, should not have surprised you.
Kermit... of course, Kermit!
“What else do you like about him?”
“Hmmmph... he’s cute when... he’s mad.”
“Uh huh.”
“He’s ...cute when he... mmmm... panics.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Gonzo agreed solemnly as he filed away his brilliant discovery for, heaven forefend, future reference. If you need to keep someone talking, just bring up his or her favorite subject.
Two year old children living in tribes that had never heard of electricity knew Miss Piggy’s favorite subject.
“Always cute... has flippers.”
“So he does. Are they cute?”
“Flippy, cute and flippy.”
“Cute, flippy flippers.”
The faintest ghost of a smile graced her face and her eyes, though still half closed and far away, had regained some of their sparkle. Gonzo felt a bit better as he held her protectively, waiting impatiently for Scooter to return. Poor Piggy had to fight to speak, to listen, to stay awake but, thank goodness, she was undeniably willing to fight for her frog.
Unfortunately, becoming more aware meant becoming more aware of pain, and more worried about the source of the pain.
“My head hurts... where is he? Where’s flipper... frog?” Piggy shifted so that she was actively clinging to him now, helpless as a child, frightened as one newly awoken from a nightmare. “I don’t know where he is.”
Gonzo rubbed her back, as helpless as she to fix this. “Kermit’s in France, Piggy, doing the talk show rounds. Do you remember that?” He felt her head move in a tiny little nod against his neck. She sighed sadly and whispered, “Want Kermie back.”
“Me, too.” Gonzo agreed.
Shortly thereafter, Scooter returned, physically dragging the enormous Sweetums, who was certainly the most trustworthy of the monsters. “Oh, thank goodness. We’re going for a ride now, Piggy.” Gonzo had seen the unnerving vulnerability in her pain-shadowed eyes and knew that panic was not far off. He had never seen the pig actually panic in all the years he’d known her, but even when perfectly in control of her emotions, Piggy was a force to be reckoned with.
“Sweetums here is gonna carry you so we don’t hurt your head, okay? I’ll make sure he keeps them where I can see ‘em so you don’t have to wallop him, Piggy.” Rowlf chuckled softly behind him in easy appreciation.
Reluctantly, Gonzo relinquished her to the monster’s care, watching intently as Sweetums bent down and scooped her up like a baby. He made his way cautiously down the stairs, not helped at all by the Muppets hovering anxiously.
“I called the hospital, so they’re expecting us. How’s she doing?”
“All things considered, I think she should have stayed in bed this morning.”
“Yeah,” the dog snorted softly, “I’m sure she wishes she had.” Fozzie held the door open as they made their way outside. The car was running, doors wide open, ready for their mission of mercy.
“Careful, careful. Oh, don’t touch her ear!”
An anguished shriek tore its way free from her throat as her injured ear brushed against the lip of the door. The wound was reopened and started bleeding profusely as Piggy kicked and writhed in protest.
“Whoa, I’m sorry about that. Hold still!” Sweetums looked as contrite as a long furred, heavy browed, yellow-eyed monster could. Her delicate ears were terribly exposed perched as they were at the top of her head.
Gonzo darted into the backseat from the other side. “Give her to me! Just lay her down!” Sweetums obeyed, releasing her awkwardly onto the seat, her legs still thrashing out the door. The blonde managed to land several good kicks in her panic. Frantically, Gonzo took hold of her under her arms and pulled her up, still struggling, into his lap.
“Piggy, Piggy! Oh, please, calm down! You need to breathe, Piggy, just breathe. I know it hurts- ow!” She clocked him in his prominent nose with a wildly flailing elbow.
“What’s going on? What’s going on?!”
He wound his furry blue arms around her, tucking her head against his shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. We’re going to the hospital. Everything’s going to be okay.” Then, Gonzo started to sing “Rainbow Connection,” a familiar song usually sung by a very familiar frog. Piggy froze, and then relaxed in his arms, instantly comforted.
Soon Fozzie too was crooning along. Piggy attempted to join in, but dropped wearily out after only a few bars. Still, she listened, occasionally mouthing the words when it suited her. Music hath charms to soothe the… er, well… just about everyone, really.
When she was settled again, Gonzo dropped the song. “Rowlf, are you coming?”
“I better stay here. Scooter wants us to go ahead with the rest of the rehearsal if we can. I’ve got a few numbers-”
“Alright, Fozzie and I will stay with her ‘til we know something more.”
“Should I call Kermit? He’d want to know what happened.”
A funny sort of reluctance gripped Gonzo, but he couldn’t pinpoint a reason for it. “Uh, I don’t know. What do you think, Fozzie?”
The bear looked thoughtful, carefully avoiding looking at the backseat. Finally, he shook his head. “No, don’t call him yet. He won’t be able to do anything, and it will only worry him. I think we should wait until we know that she’s okay.” Good ol’ Fozzie.
“Makes sense. He doesn’t need that kind of stress right now.”
“Kermie?” Piggy clutched Gonzo’s hand tightly, face twisting in renewed worry.
“We better get going.”
Sweetums and Rowlf shut the doors and Fozzie started to drive off when a strident voice called.
“Wait! Wait up! I’m coming too!”
“Rizzo?” The rat thudded into the door without fanfare.
“I’m coming too, open up!”
Rowlf let the little creature into the car and shut the door again.
“Ready?”
“Are we?” Gonzo asked pointedly to Rizzo.
“We are.” Rizzo replied haughtily before giving Piggy’s arm a gentle pat. “Aren’t we, princess?” Piggy didn’t answer.
“Piggy, what do you think Kermit’s best quality is?” Rizzo shot Gonzo a strange look, but his face cleared when Piggy roused herself to give an answer.
“He’s dreamy.” Despite it all, Fozzie rolled his eyes. “And he makes other people dreamy.” They looked at each other, perplexed.
“What the hey?”
But Gonzo sat up straight with sudden insight. “You mean ...he helps them believe in their dreams?”
Piggy smiled tenderly. “Yep. Dreamy.”
“Aw, geez, that’s sweet.” Rizzo muttered, looking away.
Gonzo shook his head wistfully. “You know, I think you’re right. That is his best quality.”
“I believe in me when he’s around.” Piggy sighed with startling clarity, completely unguarded.
“Getting her talking about the frog... that’s good. Your idea?” Rizzo asked softly.
“Yep.”
“Who’da figured?”
“Nice, Rizzo.”
The rat smirked at him before turning his attention back to Piggy. “So, Pigster, you still plan on marrying the frog?”
“...Love my Kermie.”
“Right, right. So tell me about the wedding. What colours are you going with?”
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The ride to the hospital passed quickly, and soon Fozzie had pulled into the emergency lane, parked and leapt out.
“Excuse me, uh, excuse me. Would you mind terribly if-"
“Sir, you can’t park here. This is for emergency vehicles only.”
“Oh, yeah, I know, but it’s just that-”
“No excuses, sir.”
“Right, but-”
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Rizzo, who had been struggling to open the heavy door, finally gave up and rolled down the window. “We got a hurt pig emergency over her! You better get moving now ‘cause this is the Miss Piggy and if she finds out you didn’t treat her properly then the minute she’s back on her feet, you are going to have a hurt pig emergency!”
In seconds the car was surrounded by EMT’s trying to get Miss Piggy out of the car and on to a gurney.
“This is the head injury we were contacted about?”
Gonzo was pulled aside to answer questions about Piggy’s health while Fozzie was presented with a stack of baffling medical forms.
Rizzo strayed a little too close to a four year old in for blood work and found himself being dragged around by the tail for the better part of an hour. “Listen, you’re a fun tyke, but I’m real busy so if you could just let go of that-”
Piggy was soon ushered away from them and then, there was nothing to do but wait and worry.
“Do you know Piggy’s mother’s maiden name?”
There was almost nothing to do but wait and worry.
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Thanks for the encouragement!