So I obviously can't leave well enough alone - as we've seen - but I've started this Miss Piggy Mupp Adventure on her family. I'm not posting it - cause I have to get through Deadly Delay and you know I don't post new Mondays or Adventures unless something in 8 Ball is finished (or almost finished), BUT...
It's Monday, so I thought I'd give you a
taste...
A little before ten o’clock, the Destructo Twins finally made their appearance, laughing and joking as though they hadn’t been planning his demise over breakfast. “Whatever the two of you have planned for my demise,” Kermit began, not even waiting for them to say their greetings, and pointing at them both. “Put it right out of your heads.”
“Always the tone of suspicion,” Scooter replied, a small smirk on his lips.
“Some may call it paranoia, Frog,” Piggy joked. The strains of a pop song rang, signaling that one of Piggy’s many suitors were probably calling. Answering quickly, the diva replied with “Vote for Piggy.” A few minutes passed as Piggy listened to the person on the other end, while Kermit and Scooter could only hear her side of the conversation.
“Hey. Really. Huh. Uh…yeah, Moi doesn’t think that’s gonna happen, but hey thanks for calling. Ciao!” Placing her phone back in her pocket, she replied, “Well, that’s over with.”
“What was that about?” Kermit asked.
“Hmm?” Piggy questioned, now clearly distracted. “Oh, nothing. Nothing! It was…it was just Nate. Anyways, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, your paranoia.”
“Wait, wait,” Kermit interrupted. “Nate? As in your
brother, Nate?”
“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Scooter commented. The red head had always thought he was the closest thing the diva would consider a best friend; certainly he considered
her his best friend.
“It’s nothing,” Piggy said, her voice now louder than before. “Now, if vous will excuse me, Moi has things to do.”
If Kermit could count the number of times his brain and his heart warred against each other when it came to Miss Piggy, he would literally be a billionaire at this point, probably five times over by now. But, as in most cases, his heart won over any objection his brain had, and decided that he needed to find out about this phone call.
Knocking once, Kermit made his way inside, only hearing the tail end of Piggy’s call to come in. She was sitting in front of her vanity, her make up person having not come in before him or being dismissed by Piggy, which was more likely.
“Need something, Frog?”
“Yeah,” he said, walking over and leaning against the table. “You alright?”
“Would I not be?”
“Well,” the producer began, slowly. “You said Nate called. You hardly ever have any contact with him or the rest of your family and usually when he calls, he’s calling for a reason.”
That was certainly true – Piggy never liked talking about her past, not even to Kermit, who probably knew more about Piggy than anyone. From the various tales, the clear message he got was that Piggy was nearly estranged from the entire family, with exception to her older brother Nate, whom she clearly had some affection for, as he was the only family member who actually had her personal cell number, something she
never gave out. Even in their own group, there was probably seven people who could directly reach her. Huffing in annoyance, Piggy asked, “You’re just not gonna let this go, are you?”
“Despite popular belief,” he retorted. “I actually do care about you and I can tell when you’re upset.”
“Moi is not upset.”
“Distracted then.”
“Not that either.”
“Alright, fine,” he huffed, throwing his hands up. Why did he never just wash his hands of her, he didn’t know. Pushing himself away from the vanity, he began to march himself to the door. “I don’t care then.”
“Don’t let the door hit you.”
“Sometimes Piggy…”
“Yes, yes,” she said, waving him off. “Drive you insane, can’t understand me, can be such a pain, blah blah. Thank you for visiting.”
“Living end, Piggy,” Kermit sighed. “Just the living end, with no irony intended.”
“Kermit…”
The heavy sigh was the only thing that stopped from walking out the door he had just opened. In times past, nothing would have stopped him from storming out, stewing over the fact that she would never listen to anything he would ever say and he would ask himself, for the millionth time, what it was that he saw in her. It took arguments, pretty bad ones, and a painful break-up before they could actually be friends, something that had seemingly alluded them when they had been dating.
It also helped that they had dated other people for a while before they reached…whatever this was. It didn’t escape Kermit’s notice that they seemed to be a lot closer than ever before and not for the first time, the frog wondered exactly what could be going on between them. It had to be something big, because Piggy never would have given in as quickly as she did.
“My mother died.”
Well. That was completely unexpected.
Closing the door quickly, he swallowed hard. “What?”
Turning in her chair so she could face him, she whispered, “That’s…that’s why Nate called.”
“Aw, Piggy,” he whispered, walking over and putting his arm around. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing…” she started, before sighing again. “It’s doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!” he insisted. “What’re you gonna do? Are you going?”
“What?” she sputtered. “No! That’s…that’s…no, of course not.”
“Piggy.”
“Kermit, I’m not…why would I want to go back?” she asked, clearly agitated. “The last time Moi was in Bogen County, was the
last time Moi was going to be in Bogen County.”
“Piggy,” Kermit replied. “She was your
mother. Besides, it’s not like you left on good terms, so…maybe you can put some things to rest.”
“That won’t help.”
“It won’t
hurt either,” he retorted.
It wasn’t an easy decision, that was obvious, but this wasn’t an easy situation either. Piggy
hadn’t been back since she left decades ago and that leaving hadn’t been good at all, for anyone involved and quite frankly, Piggy
never wanted to go back.
“I’ll think about it,” she sighed.
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