Chapter......uh......SPLEE!!!
"OK, now the only thing we need to do now, is to have the announcer announce the "Old Black Magic" number." Clifford said.
"Sure, but how do we do that?" Rizzo asked.
Clifford smiled. "Just leave it to me."
Clifford slowly opened the door of the announcer's booth. He snuck up behind Omar, and slipped a piece of paper in the pile of papers in front of Omar. But, due to Clifford's best attempts, Omar spotted him sneaking out.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Uh......nothing?" Clifford answered.
"......oh......OK!" Omar went back to shuffling his papers.
Clifford shut the door behind him and thought to himself.
"Not the sharpest nail in the wall, is he?"
It was time for the closing number, and Clifford and the gang had their fingers crossed.
"Good luck Kermit."
The announcer began to speak.
"And now it's time for our closing number!"
The gang was huddled together in the broom closet, watching the show from a moniter. The music kicked in, and Sam began to dance wildly. But the soundtrack was skipping.
"What's going on?" Rizzo asked.
Meanwhile, in the control room.
"The platter we're playing for this TV show seemed to have gotten stuck." Harry suggested, examining the soundtrack player.
"It's got a swinging beat, but it's repetitious man!"
"Well, do something!" Chicken Liver comanded.
"Maybe if I hit the whatchamacallit like this....."
Harry smacked the soundtrack player, and the music resumed as normal.
At this point, Sam began to lipsynch to the song, as Kermit danced onstage as well. Wearing a 1950s poodle skirt, a blonde wig, eyelashes, high heals, and a frown as big as the St. Louis Arch, began to lipsynch as well.
"That old black magic has me in it's spell,
that old black magic that you weave so well....."
In the broom closet, the Muppets were snickering wildly, but Clifford wasn't.
"Come on guys, Kermit is doing this for us."
"Of course he is Clifford. Hey, when he comes back, should we open the door for him?!"
They started laughing hysterically, but Miss Piggy wasn't amused.
"You clowns stop making fun of my Kermie, or else."
"Or else what? Are you and Kermit going to strike us with your purses?!"
Only Rizzo was laughing, for the other Muppets knew what fate was waiting for him.
"HIYA!!!!"
Rizzo hit the door, and Big V heard the thump from the hallway.
"Shhhh!" Clifford commanded. "Do you hear that?"
"Hear wha....."
The door was ripped off the hinges, and Big V stood in front of them.
"GOTCHA!!!"