Old Friends Who've Just Met

[theprawncracker]

Chapter 5

The next morning, Kermit, Rowlf, Fozzie, Camilla and Rizzo had all piled into Kermit’s green mini-van. Kermit took the driver’s seat, Fozzie took passenger’s, and the other three Muppets sat in back.

Me: Road trip! Road trip!

Gonzo: When did Animal get here?

The rest of the Muppets stayed behind at the boarding house, they would head to the hospital later in the day. Kermit drove his van to the hospital parking lot and pulled into a slip. "Alright guys,"Kermit said eyeing the group getting out of the car with him. "Whatever happens when we get inside, we just have to believe that Gonzo’s gonna pull through. Right?"

Gonzo: Right!

Me: Uh, right!

Gonzo: *glares*

"Right!" the other four agreed.

Camilla, Rizzo and Rowlf walked off towards the door. Kermit began to walk off as well, but Fozzie stopped him. "Kermit?" Fozzie asked.

Kermit turned around. "Yeah Fozzie?"

"Kermit, what if Gonzo...Doesn’t...You know..."

Gonzo: He will. Or at least, he better.

Me: Hey, I’m innocent...Erm...Kinda...

Kermit looked at his feet. "Fozzie, we just have to believe. That’s got us far before," Kermit smiled.

"Yeah but...But Gonzo...Gonzo he’s hurt Kermit...Hurt bad, how much believing can we possibly do?"

Me: You can do as much believing as you want!

Kermit put his arm around Fozzie’s shoulder. "Fozzie, just remember that life’s like a movie, write your own ending, keep believing and keep pretending."

Gonzo: Yeah!

Fozzie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks Kermit, I’ll keep believing, promise."

"Oh good," Kermit replied as he and Fozzie walked the rest of the way into the hospital.

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A tall alien walked down a massive hallway being passed by other members of his kind. To his left were three massive glass windows revealing the starry skyline and two moons.

Me: Ooh!! OOOOH!!

Gonzo: What?

The alien wore a tall golden hat on his head (to cover his also tall head), and a shining gold cape over his red vest coat to cover his molting gray-blue feathers.

Gonzo: He looks familiar...

Me: He should!!

When he reached a door at the end of the hallway, he grabbed the handles and pulled it open. He walked inside and towards a large television screen depicting Gonzo in his hospital bed. "Kermit!" Gonzo shouted. The screen rewound itself back to Gonzo unconscious in the bed. "Kermit!" he shouted again.

Gonzo: Hey! How do they see me?!

"So he has awoken?" the alien asked a large man in a purple cape cut beneath his shoulder blades, who stood in front of him.
Gonzo: How do they know me?

The man turned around to face him. "Yes Onzgo," the man said. "He’s been awake since morning on Earth, his friends are headed to his room."

Gonzo: Hey, isn’t that Ed?

Me: Mm-hm...

Gonzo: So that means...

Me: Yup.

Gonzo: And right now we’re...

Me: You got it.

Gonzo: Cool!

The alien called Onzgo nodded. "Very good Zongo, now, go to Des Filmer. And here, give him this message to send to Gonzo," Onzgo said, handing the man a piece of paper.

Me: REFERENCE!! Des Filmer is a huge reference to the Muppets From Space DVD commentary where Gonzo says that the person responsible for the moving cereal and the talking sandwich was "Des Filmer and his performing breakfast food." So, I took the name and ran with it.

The man named Zongo half-bowed. "Yes sir," he walked out an automatic door. The man was once an Earthling, his name used to be Edward K. Singer. His life on Earth was full of ridicule. They’d call him names like "Weirdo," "Freak boy," and "Paranoid Delusional Psychopath." But that’s why he left that life behind to come to outer space with a group of aliens that landed on Earth to greet their brother Gonzo. He was quickly loved by the aliens for his physical humor he was adorned with a cape and renamed Zongo and was given the position of Ambassador to Earth. This is where he truly belonged.

Gonzo: *shudders* That man thoroughly creeps me out...

Me: Yeah, he was pretty harsh on you Gonzo...

Gonzo: Not that! He’s bald!

He made his way to the cafeteria where he knocked on a door three times. "Mr. Filmer? It’s Zongo, Onzgo needs you."

The door opened and an alien poked his long orange nose out. "Needs me for what?" the alien asked.

Me: Ooh! There’s Des Filmer’s nose!

"Well, um, your special brand of, well, food, to make contact with his brother on Earth."

Gonzo: Brother?!

"Again?" the alien asked as he opened the door fully. "Well, it has been seven years since last time. Come on in!" he motioned to Zongo.

"Thank you," Zongo said as he moved inside.

Des Filmer wore large yellow spectacles on his eyes and a white lab coat. "Now, what would the big boss prefer this time?" he asked.

Me: Hehehe, I really liked Des Filmer’s character, one of my favorites I created in this story.

Gonzo: One of your favorites?

Zongo scratched his head, "Well I’m not sure, I assume he’d want you to manipulate whatever they’re having for lunch on Earth."

"And how do we find out what that is?" Des asked.

"Turn your monitor on channel 10-57PM," Zongo said.

Me: Came up with that number by looking at what time it was when I was typing the chapter...

Gonzo: You are so creative...

Des Filmer picked up a remote control, "Now do I type the number than press the square?"

"No, no the square, than the number, than the oval, than the cylinder and finally the star," Zongo explained.

Des Filmer looked at the remote, then handed it to Zongo, "Here, you do it! Danged universal remote," Des muttered.

Me: REFERENCE!! That troublesome remote is a reference to It’s a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie, where...Um...Whoopi Goldberg had the same problem...

Zongo pushed a series of buttons on the remote and pointed it at a wall that lit up, revealing a monitor. On the monitor a nurse was bringing Gonzo a tray of spaghetti with two meatballs sitting on the top. "Ah, here we are, looks like pancakes are on the menu for today Des."

Des grinned. "Ooh! A tricky one! Fabulous!" he walked over to a system of wires and cords dangling from the ceiling. At the end of the wires was a metal glove sitting on a table. Des Filmer slipped the glove on his hand, his thumb on through the bottom, and his other four fingers through the top. "Now it’s all a simple matter of puppetry!"

Gonzo: Oh come on...Puppetry? That’s so fake...

Me: Oy...

Gonzo: LISA’S WORD!!

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Gonzo lay awake in his bed in the hospital, his four limbs were either bandaged or in slings. He turned his head and glanced at the clock that read 7:41 AM. Gonzo looked back to the ceiling and sighed. "Where is everyone?" he asked the air.

Me: I think I got that time from the real world clock too...

"I’ve been askin’ that question for two months now!" an elderly voice said from behind a sheet to the right of Gonzo.

Me: Oh, I forgot Arnie was in this chapter...

Gonzo: Who now?

"Who said that?" Gonzo asked.

Gonzo: My question exactly.

The sheet pulled back and an old man lay in a bed next to Gonzo. "Me! Arnie," said an old man on the other side of the sheet.

Me: Him, he’s Arnie...Or...He was...Erm, anyway...

"Oh, hi," Gonzo said, he didn’t know that he had a neighbor. "Um, I’m, uh, I’m Gonzo."

Gonzo: And I’m confused...

Me: Hi confused, I’m half of Insane A. Sylum.

"Nice to meet ya," the man said. "And nice to see ya awake, you’ve been out like a light for almost a day!"

Gonzo nodded, "Yeah, I know, thanks for the concern though."

Just before Arnie could answer, a chicken burst through the door. "Gonzo!!" she clucked loudly.

Gonzo turned to look at the door as Camilla darted in and jumped atop his bed, clucking and pecking him. Gonzo laughed. "Camilla, Camilla, watch the casts!"

Gonzo: Aww, my little chickadee will always be number one.

Me: Actually, she looks like she’d make a three piece dinner...

"No one ever watches my casts," Arnie sighed as he rolled back over on his bed. Gonzo looked at him, but got distracted before he could say something.

Me: Awww, poor guy...He has no one to hug him...*hugs Arnie*

Rizzo sped in next. "You little-You’re okay! Ha ha!" Rizzo said as he too jumped on top of Gonzo.

Kermit, Fozzie and Rowlf all walked in as well. "Ah! You were wrong Gonzo, one of these days my jokes will not kill you!"

Gonzo laughed. "I guess I was Fozzie," he said.

Gonzo: I beg to differ...

"Well Fozzie," Rowlf said examining the casts. "I’d say you came pretty close."

Kermit watched as Gonzo was hugged and reunited with the others. "It’s good to have you back Gonzo," he said, smiling at the weirdo.

The others quieted down and Gonzo smiled back. "Thanks Kermit, it’s good to be back."

Gonzo: Yes, yes it is. You pulled it off very well Mr. Cracker.

Me: Thankie muchly Mr. Whatever.

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After about ten minutes of talking to Gonzo and calling the boarding house to tell the other Muppets he was alright, Arnie had fallen asleep, and a nurse brought in a plate of spaghetti for Gonzo.

"Eat up now," she said. "You need your strength if you wanted those broken bones to heal."

"Thanks," Gonzo said.

The nurse left, and Fozzie looked at the food and grimaced. "What’s the deal with hospital food?"

Me: Hehe, Fozzie and his jokes...

Gonzo: Yeah, they’re very pun-ishing.

Me: Ooh, nice.

Rowlf laughed. Rizzo rubbed his hands together. "Hey I’ll take it if you don’t want it."

"Thanks Rizzo, but I think I’ll keep it," Gonzo said as he picked up his fork and began to bring it down on the pasta.

"Gonzo? Is that you?" the spaghetti said, moving up and down like a mouth. "Hello?"

Gonzo: AH!!

Gonzo stared at it, Kermit and the others moved closer and looked at it strangely. "Gonzo, what’s going on?" Kermit asked.

"It must be my family again, they’re contacting me through my food, just like last time!" Gonzo said to Kermit. He returned his attention to his meal. "Yeah, this is Gonzo."

Me: Very explanatory there Gonzo...

Gonzo: Hey, you’re the writer!

"Great! Now, we were wondering when you could come out to space with us," the spaghetti asked.

Gonzo: He doesn’t waste any time does he?

The other Muppets looked at each other. "Out to space?" Fozzie asked.

"Yeah you know," the spaghetti said. "The great beyond, the final frontier? Wait, who is this?"

"Fozzie," the bear replied.

"Just one of my friends," Gonzo said. "But uh, I don’t know if I’ll be going into space with you guys," he said to the food.

"Not going?" it asked. "But why?"

"I’m done with all that," Gonzo said plainly. "No more life-threatening situations."

Gonzo: I still can’t get used to that at all.

Me: Welcome to the club.

Kermit gasped. "Gonzo, are you serious?"

Gonzo: No! I’m not serious!


Gonzo nodded. "Yeah, no more."

Me: Yes you are.

"But Gonzo," the plate of food said. "We need you. You’re the only one who can save us. If you don’t come, no one will be able help us!"

"I’m sorry, but I can’t help you!" Gonzo said back.

"But if you don’t, we’ll all die!" the spaghetti said.

Gonzo: ...Die...

All was silent. "Die?" Rowlf asked.

"Yes Fozzie," the spaghetti said to the dog.

"That’s Rowlf," Fozzie said. "I’m Fozzie."

The spaghetti turned to the bear. "Oh yeah, you’ve got the hat," he turned back to Gonzo. "Help us Gonzo the Great, you’re our only hope."

Me: DOUBLE REFERENCE!!! First is a reference to The Great Muppet Caper with the spaghetti confusing Fozzie and Rowlf, just like that new reporter confused Kermit and Fozzie. And the second reference is to Star Wars, "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!"

Gonzo: Who are you talking to?

Me: I was just quoting...

Gonzo: Did you wear a helmet?

Me: *headsmack*

"What is dis Star Trek?" Rizzo whispered to Kermit.

Gonzo: Rizzo doesn’t get any references I see...

Gonzo looked down at his food, and over to each of his friends. This was a matter of life or death now. "Kermit," Gonzo said to the frog. "What do you think?"

Kermit looked at his feet. "Well Gonzo, we’ll...We’ll all be here for you until you get back."

Gonzo nodded. "Alright, I’ll help you."

The spaghetti cheered. "Great! Now, do you have transportation?"

Gonzo thought for a minute, "Well, Bunsen and Beaker did build a rocket one time."

Me: *cough* Three times...*cough*

"Didn’t work worth a darn," Rowlf muttered.

Me: *hugs Rowlf*

Gonzo: You do realize that he isn’t here, don’t you?

"Yeah," Gonzo said. "Yeah, I can get there."

"Great! So can you fly up on Thursday?"

"What? Thursday, that’s in two days! And my bones are broken!" Gonzo said.

"That’s never stopped you before!" Rizzo said.

"Yeah and besides that," the spaghetti said. "They’re already completely healed!"

"What?" all the Muppets asked.

"Yup, we Gonzonians have highly advanced immune systems."

"Gonzonians?" Kermit asked.

Me: Ooh! The species is named!

"You bet little lizard man," the spaghetti said. "That’s our species."

"Wow," Gonzo said, taking off the sling on his arm, moving it about.

Gonzo: That explains a lot...

Me: See, I did justice to you a little bit!

Gonzo: A VERY little bit...

"So Thursday then?" the spaghetti asked once more.

"Yeah, yeah, Thursday’s fine."

"Great! Oh, and you can eat me this time you’ll need your-"

"My strength, I know I know," Gonzo said. Gonzo stuck his fork in the spaghetti.

Me: Heh, Des Filmer’s funny...

Gonzo: Unlike Fozzie...

"See you Thursday!" it said once more, making the other Muppets jump.

"Thursday, yeah," Gonzo shook his head. "He does that every time," Gonzo told his friends.

 

[Leyla]

<giggles> Oh, Prawnie... these commentaries are fun. It's interesting getting a look into what you were thinking when you were writing certain scenes... and seeing the references get pointed out. I LOVE your sig line too!

As an added bonus, I finally know the origins of Des Filmer!

Great job!
Leyla

 

[theprawncracker]

Chapter 6

Scooter stood at the door of the Electric Mayhem bus with his handy checklist. "Alright, Yolanda, Zippity Zap, and Zoot," Scooter checked off on his list, as a female rat, a teal colored lizard creature wearing sunglasses, and the green skinned, blue haired, fifty-year old burnt out musician were the last to board the bus. Scooter flipped through pages on his checklist. "Well, we’re only missing one person...Where is-Oh, it’s my name, heh."

Me: Would you believe that little paragraph inspired Eduardo "The Count" to create a whole series of signatures?

Gonzo: No, no I wouldn’t.

Me: Well it did.

Gonzo: Oh.

Clifford, who was standing nearby, shook his head. "Head ‘em up move ‘em out Scoot," he said as he climbed on the bus as well. "Yo Bobo, you sure you’re gonna be alright watching the house by yourself?" Clifford called to a large brown bear standing on the porch.

The bear laughed. "Yeah boss, don’t worry, I got it all under control here, go on, just make sure you bring our little blue buddy back!" Bobo the Bear called back.

Gonzo: They left Bobo alone?

Me: Heh, yeah...

"A’ight dude," Clifford called back as Scooter climbed on the bus as well. "Ok Dr. Teeth, get this old thing to the hospital!"

"You got it Cliff, it’s time to move this groove thing, heh heh!" Dr. Teeth laughed as he pulled the bus out of the driveway.

Miss Piggy stuck her head out of one of the busses windows. "I cannot believe moi let vous talk me into riding in this smelly bus, with you bunch of weirdos!!" she shouted as the bus drove down the road.

Sam Eagle stuck his head out another window. "I agree, whole-heartedly and Americanly!"

Me: That’s the first time they’ve agreed on anything.

Gonzo: Except that I’m completely insane.

Me: Who doesn't agree with that?

Bobo turned back into the boarding house and walked into the kitchen. "Welp, I’m all by myself...Alone..." he looked around the empty house. "Better make some jalapeno sandwiches for the guys when they get back, Gonzo loves those jalapenos!" he said as he moved into the kitchen.

Bobo moved through the kitchen spreading peanut butter on bread and putting jalapenos on top. The bear’s didn’t always go by Bobo, in fact seven years ago he was called Rentro. As it turned out, Rentro was his middle name. He was really Bobo Rentro the Bear, and that’s what he preferred to be called, Bobo. His old boss, Ed, always called him Rentro. He hadn’t seen Ed in seven years either, he went to outer space with Gonzo’s family.

Me: Well, if you couldn’t tell, that’s a REFERENCE!! To Muppets From Space.

As Bobo placed a second sandwich on top of the first he prepared, he heard a knocking at the door. "Oh boy, that could be my new buns of steel work out tape!" he said as he walked towards the door. He opened it up and saw two furry creatures. One was taller, wider and blue, and the other was shorter, skinnier and pink. "Hello," the blue one said. "I’m Butch, this is my cohort Clyde here, and um, we’re looking for Rentro, is he in?"

Me: SQUEEEE!! BUTCH AND CLYDE!!

Gonzo: Why don’t you get that excited when I come home?

Me: Have you noticed that you pushed me down here in a bunk bed?

"Nope," Bobo said. "I like Bobo better," the bear said, smiling.

"Oh hi!" Clyde said. "We’ve read all about you in a secret file and-"

"Shut it Clyde!" Butch said smacking his assistant in the stomach. "Sorry, Bobo," Butch said. "But uh, we’re from C.O.V.N.E.T. Don’t know if you remember, but we used to work together," Butch lied, hoping this dim-witted bear believed him.

Bobo stared at the blue monster. "Well c’mon in!" Bobo said. "It’s always great to meet fellow C.O.V.ies. Heh, that’s what I call us, C.O.V.ies."

Me: Hehe, C.O.V.ies...

Butch sighed in relief. "Thanks, I think we will," he said as he dragged Clyde inside the boarding house.

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The doctors had examined Gonzo’s bones, and it was true, he had been completely healed, and was being released from the hospital early.

The weirdo stood over his bed, packing the few belongings Camilla and the others had brought along with them. He was alone right now, the others had gone down to the cafeteria for lunch.

"So they’re lettin’ ya out, huh?" Arnie said as he walked over on a cane.

Gonzo: I like that old guy.

Me: Erm...Yeah, I did too...

Gonzo looked at the old man, "Yeah," he said, closing his suitcase. "So Arnie, we never got to talk, why are you in the hospital?"

Arnie sat down on Gonzo’s bed and sighed. "It’s the cancer my friend."

Gonzo: WHAT?!

"What?!" Gonzo asked. "You’ve got cancer?"

Me: Hmm, Gonzo, you and yourself seem to agree on a lot of lines in the story...

Gonzo: We must be related somehow...

Arnie nodded. "Yup, and if I wasn’t cooped up in here I’d be out livin’ my life to the fullest!"

Gonzo shrugged. "I used to think that way," he sighed.

"What happened?"

"I realized how much I had to live for, and that it wasn’t worth risking myself if I could never see them again."

Gonzo: That is a bold faced lie.

Me: No it isn’t, this is: A bold faced lie.

Arnie turned to Gonzo. "Huh, never thought of it that way," he said. "Of course that could be because I don’t have anything or anyone really worth living for."

Gonzo sat down next to him. "What? No family?"

Me: That poor guy...

Arnie shook his head. "Nope, my wife Helga passed on awhile back and my son and I don’t speak any longer."

"But...How..."Gonzo stood up. "I tell you what Arnie, I’ve got a trip to go on tomorrow, but as soon as I get back, I’m coming back here and picking you up, and I’m gonna show you the time of your life!"

Arnie stared at Gonzo. "Do you really mean that?"

Gonzo nodded. "Yeah, I promise," he said extending his hand to Arnie.

Gonzo: *sniff* I am such a good person.

Arnie grabbed the feathery blue hand and pulled himself off the bed. "Thanks Gonzo, that means more than you know," he hugged the weirdo.

Gonzo hugged him back. "No problem Arnie, you cared for me, and you didn’t even know me, and that’s more than enough thanks," Gonzo picked up his suitcase. "Now stay put, or else I won’t know where to find you when I get back!"

Gonzo: Where am I going?

Me: To space!

Gonzo: Oh yeah.

Arnie laughed. "Yeah, I promise," he winked.

Gonzo smiled and walked out of the room.

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Zongo returned to the quarters of Onzgo to report on Gonzo’s condition. "Sir, Des Filmer has delivered your message, and Gonzo will be joining us in two Earth days."

Onzgo nodded. "Thank you Ed."

Zongo looked puzzled. "Ed?"

Gonzo: Yes, you Ed.

Onzgo shook his head. "Sorry, sorry Zongo. Do forgive me, it’s just my mind, it seems to be slipping these days."

Zongo nodded. "It’s quite alright sir, shall I leave you alone?" he asked.

Me: I love your brother Gonzo...

Gonzo: Apparently Beau does too...

Me: Tell me about it.

Onzgo nodded. "Please, if any news comes in on Gonzo, report it to me immediately."


"But of course," Zongo said, bowing. As he left, he turned back to his leader, and sighed. It was coming to an end.

Onzgo sat alone in his dark , secluded chamber, pondering life, his life, and the lives of others. It all seemed like such a blur now, and he let it pass by, he should have enjoyed it while it last, but it was too late now. Onzgo was dying.

Gonzo: YOU’RE KILLING MY BROTHER?!?!

Me: Um...Well you dragged my bed in here!

Gonzo: YOU ARE KILLING MY BROTHER!!

Me: You took it almost as well as Beau...

A voice echoed over the alien’s large head. "Pardon the interruption sir, but there’s a video call for you," the voice said.

"Put it through," Onzgo said. He turned to the wall where an alien stood in a dark black cape and a bright red suit. His nose was long like a Gonzonians, except thicker and gray. His sleek black skin showed off his glowing yellow eyes, that were much smaller than a Gonzonians.

Me: Ooh!! EXOD!!

Gonzo: Who?

The alien stared down. "Onzgo, I have my ships and weapons ready, I can obliterate your entire fleet and the star ship the remainder of your species lives on, just like I did your planet," it said in a deep, booming voice.

Gonzo: WHAT?! He is a bad guy!

Me: Pff! You can say that again!

Onzgo glared at the brute. "I have heard your threats before Exod, and your demands are being made, why do you insist on torturing me and my people?"
Exod laughed, a maniacal laugh. "Because it’s so much fun for me of course! And as always, to deliver the friendly reminder, that if my demands aren’t met by the deadline, I will strike, and you will rue the day your people crossed me."

Me: *shakes fist at Exod* You’ll get yours Exod! Just wait!

Gonzo: Calm down bunk bed boy.

Me: B words!

The wall turned off and Exod disappeared. Exod’s many demands were outrageous, ten-million Szkexels, the Gonzonian form of currency, an entire fleet of high powered, dual-engine, hyper drive compatible ships and finally, to marry Onzgo’s only daughter Flanzgo.

Me: And little did I know that Flanzgo would work her way up to becoming a main character in this story.

Onzgo knew that if he fulfilled the demands of his enemy, Exod would use the ships to wipe out his people, and if he didn’t fill the demands, Exod would destroy his people still.

This is why Gonzo was needed. Gonzo could unlock the secrets of the remains of their planet that was destroyed many Earth years earlier.

Gonzo: Secret remains?

Me: *shifty eyes*

Now all Onzgo had to do was wait for his little brother to arrive.
Waiting was never one of his strong suits.

Me: Hmm, forgot about that line...I like it.

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"So Bobo," Butch said. "Uh, we read-HEAR! Hear, sorry, we hear that you’ve uh, got an alien in the house?"

Bobo placed a plate of sandwiches in the middle of the table where Butch and Clyde were sitting. "Well not right now," Bobo said sitting down. "Y’see, he had a little accident, he’s in the hospital right now."

Gonzo: *glares at me*

Me: What? You’re all healed!

Butch and Clyde looked at each other. "Well, that’s really the only reason we came," Clyde said, standing up. "We’ll be seein’ ya Mr. Bobo."

Butch pulled the pink Muppet back down. "Sorry for my assistant Bobo, but he is a little tense," Butch said kicking Clyde under the table. "But, uh, do you have any idea when the alien might be home?"

Me: Those two are my new favorites to write for...

Bobo scratched his head. "Hold on just a second there, you don’t have any of those, uh, those really big guns do ya?"

"Well not with us, but-" Clyde began.

Me: HA!

Gonzo: It’s good when you can make yourself laugh...That’s the only time Fozzie gets ANY laughs...

Butch clamped his hand over Clyde’s beak. "No way Bobo, we would never, ever think of harming your friend the alien. We just want his autograph, we’re huge fans," Butch lied.

Bobo stared at the two of them and stroked his chin. "Well me too! But, uh, just make sure you ask for the autograph at the right time, if you know what I mean," Bobo whispered to Clyde.

Me: REFERENCE!! To Muppets From Space!!

Clyde smiled and nodded. "How much do you think we could get for one of those autographs on Ebay?" Butch kicked Clyde again. "OW! Why do you keep doing that?"

Me: Clyde is so awesome...And so are Butch’s responses...

"Doing what?" Bobo asked.

Butch picked up a sandwich. "Making these delicious sandwiches, heh heh..."
"Uh..." said Bobo, confused.

"Never mind, never mind," Butch shook his head. "But, uh, just outta curiosity here, does your little alien friend have a spaceship?"

"A spaceship?" Bobo asked as he was cleaning up the plates from lunch. "Well, uh, Gonzo doesn’t have one, but I guess Bunsen and Beaker do have a couple down there in the basement..."

Me: *cough* Three *cough*

Butch nodded and stood up. "Great! Thanks so much, that’s all we needed to know," he said pulling Clyde out of his chair and pushing him towards the door.

"Yeah thanks so much," Clyde said. "And, uh, any chance you can get me that autograph?"

Me: He never does get that autograph...

"Yeah sure, no problem little buddy, heh heh," Bobo laughed as the two "C.O.V.ies" walked out the door.

Gonzo: Well that was a good chapter.

Me: Uh huh, now push this bed back to the room...

 

[TogetherAgain]

Es ist sehr comisch, sehr sehr comisch... Was? Du hast gesagt, du waerdst sehr gluecklich seid, wenn ich heir posten. Du hast nicht gesagt, wenn ich heir auf Englisch posten. Oder soll ich nicht Deutsch tippen? Hm, wenn ich nicht auf Deutsch tippen, und ich nicht auf Englisch tippen... Hm... wie kann ich tippen?...

How about English. Oh look, now I actually know what I'm saying! Anyway, what I've been trying to say is that this stuff is hilarious! As always. And I love it! As always. And MORE PLEASE! ....wie immer. <feixen>

 

[theprawncracker]

*blink* Oh great, now I can't understand what she/her dormies say in TWO threads...OY!! *prepares to fight War of the Words*

 

[TogetherAgain]

<zeigen auf Oy> MEINE WORT!

 

[theprawncracker]

*tries to speak in German* SEEECHS YOOOOOUPEEDOOPEEDOO!!

 

[TogetherAgain]

...Sechs was? Der Speedo? Warum sechs? Mann braucht nur eins. ...Wirklich, mann braucht kein, aber... wenn du willst... Aber ich moechte nicht es sehen, okay? Wann du traegt es, bitte, ich will es nicht sehen.

 

[theprawncracker]

*blink blink* ...This is the War of the Words! Not the flinging of German malarchy! *fires penguin cannon* The only thing we have to fear is penguins!! MWoO ha ha ha!

 

[TogetherAgain]

<werft Pinguine> Nein, wir sollen nur die Angst haben fur Schwein mit ein Kleid an. So sagt Kermit der Froesch.