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Chapter 7: Call to the Theater
Kermit slowly made his way to the small trailer he was sharing with Robin, feet aching. They had filmed five segments strung together, ended up running overtime, and he was slightly worried about Robin.
Sweetums would look after him, but it still had to be overwhelming- “Excuse me Kermit.”
“The Frog, yes how may I help you?”
“We were thinking over what you were saying and about how the Princess should turn into a pig or another frog for it to stay truly happy- I was just thinking that maybe we should get a new lead.”
Normally he’d be shocked and saddened- right now he could barely keep himself jumping from glee. It was perfect! Now he could leave the set early and spend some quality time with his nephew, and get the theater moving smoothly again-
“I-I see.”
“So you have no objections?”
“None.”
“And you don’t mind whoever is cast instead of you?”
“No.”
“You won’t interfere in the filming process.”
“No.”
“Promise?”
“No, I won’t! Why are you asking me all of this?”
“Perfect, then Mister Robin the Frog will play the part of Sir Robin.”
“…WHAT?! Now look here, Robin’s still a child-“
“You gave permission and promised you wouldn’t interfere.” The director smirked at Kermit’s panicked expression as he held up a recorder. “I have you on tape giving your word.”
“B-But what about what Robin? What did he say?”
“He said, and I quote, ‘Ask Uncle Kermit, if he says yes then sure, I’ll do it’.” The director walked away laughing at the top of his lungs. Kermit watched him go, mouth hanging open.
“Robin- my little nephew Robin? The star of the movie? What is going on here?”
Slowly he made his way to his trailer, fully expecting to see Robin playing around either around or inside of it. Instead the trailer sat empty and dark in the slowly gathering twilight.
Kermit turned right around and headed for the pond- if Robin wasn’t there, then Kermit would begin worrying.
The frog hummed softly to himself as he waltzed down the walkway, watching firefly’s dance in the cool late spring breeze. The first few twinkling stars appeared in the sky.
It was under this peaceful scene he found Sweetums slumped against a stone wall, snoring softly, a curled up Robin snuggled in his arms. Kermit’s heart did a weird little flip-flop. He was glad… yet sad at the same time.
Gently he lifted Robin from Sweetum’s arms. “Sweetums, you should go to bed now- I’ll take care of Robin.”
The Ogre yawned as he nodded and slowly trooped off, sleep ladened feet heavy. Kermit grunted as he shifted Robin around until he was carrying his nephew piggy-back, and started out on the journey back to the trailer.
Robin stirred slightly, in time to see his uncle’s tongue shoot out to catch a firefly. Slowly his eyes ran over the scenery- in the forgiving cover of darkness and moonlight, everything was soft-edged and beautiful. Firefly’s danced around flowers and trees, reflecting off the small pond.
“I was right Uncle Kermit. Everything really does look better when you’re around.”
Robin slipped peacefully into sleep, missing his Uncles surprised, happy look, and the deep green blush that splashed the cheeks of one very proud uncle.
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Kermit tucked Robin into bed, and looked worriedly at the phone- did he or did he not dare call the Muppet Theater? Their phone usually didn’t work, but he knew exactly how it went- if some huge problem was going on then it would undoubtedly go through.
He gulped, tugging at the ringed collar around his neck. One trembling finger punched in the numbers, a half-second pause between each number.
Ring.
One ring. So far so good.
Ring.
Two… How long does a phone take be answered anyways?
Ring.
Three rings! Ah-ah-ah. Oh sheesh-
Ring.
-I’m beginning to count like the Count now.
Ring.
...What number was that?
Ring- SPLOOSH!
Water poured out of the phone, smacking Kermit in the face. The frog sniffed delicately, testing the water. “Oh hey, this is fresh water from Louisiana- I’d recognize that spice from there in anything.”
“H-Hello, this is Muppet Theater, how can I help you?” Fozzies voice snapped Kermit out of his contemplation.
“Fozzie, want to tell me why there’s Louisiana river water coming out of the phone?”
“Uhhh- W-Well, I had to plan a new act- hey you guys, could you row a little closer to the phone? We’re getting to the end of the line here-“
“You wanna try rowing upstream when you’re only so less then a foot tall?” Snapped a voice from the other side of the line.
A chorus of agreement rose. “It takes three of us to just move it one inch!”
“A-Anyways Kermit,” Fozzie spoke louder, attempting to drown out the rats, “We’re just trying to tidy the place up a little you know? WAAAHHHH!”
“THAT’S IT! MOI CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! MOVE OVER BEAR! HIYAAH!”
Kermit winced as he heard the distinct sound of a bear flying through air, followed by the dull thud of landing in a wall. “Now then, who’s on the line?”
“Miss Piggy?”
“Oh, why it’s you Kermie! Ahahaha! So, how’s filming?”
“Oh, just fine. Apparently my nephew Robin is going to be the main character now instead of me, which frees me up for Sesame Street. Is everything going alright over in the Muppet Theater?”
“Oh, the Theater? Don’t worry Kermie, I’m going to call over a giant sponge act and have them mop up all the water. And I already have George cleaning the seating area now so that way our customers won’t get wet when they walk in.”
Worry melted from Kermit like snow in the afternoon sun. “That’s good to hear Miss Piggy, I’m glad that you have everything under control.”
“Of course, moi will simply ask for a little repayment smooch when a certain frog comes back to the Theater.”
“You want a kiss from Robin?”
Crack went the phone on the other end- he’d have to replace it. “No. Well, yes, if you’re not willing to do it, moi am willing to work my way up if needed. Not that it is.”
“Well, would you look at the time! It’s almost time for opening curtains right, so I’ll just let you get too it. Goodbye Miss Piggy-“
“Hey! Wait a minute frog! Don’t you dare hang up that phone!”
Click!
Kermit sighed in relief as he sat back, thankful that he was on a phone, in a trailer, with his nephew, rather then all the way back at Muppet Theaters- Not that he didn’t expect to be karate-chopped into a wall anyways once he got back for being gone for so long.
He hummed, deep in his throat, fingers trailing over the banjo nestled on top of a suitcase. So many songs to sing, so little time, and… well… he wanted to sing them. Looking at Robin curled up in his little bed peacefully sleeping made Kermit remember times from the swamp. Times with his brothers and sisters, times with everyone.
But most of all, it brought up a choking nostalgia that wouldn’t be settled without a song. “Maybe I should call Rowlf and we can play a duet over the phone.”
Kermit smiled at that idea, trying to imagine which instrument Rowlf would pull out for such a thing. A harmonica? A guitar? A trumpet? His trusty piano? Whatever it would be, it would be played, and it would be played well.
Robin stirred again, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. Kermits eyebrows, if he had eyebrows, rose at the sight. What was with the frog and his sleeping patterns? “Robin, is something the matter?”
“I’m just thirsty Uncle Kermit.”
The young frog began to slip out of bed, when Kermit motioned for him to stay put, and got up himself. “You comin’ to bed anytime soon Uncle Kermit?”
“Soon enough- I was just thinking about playing some old tunes.”
“Oh, can I hear?”
“In the morning Robin- In the morning. For now it’s time for young frogs to be asleep- after all you have a big day ahead of you being the new star of the movie.”
“I’m the what?!”
Kermit slowly made his way to the small trailer he was sharing with Robin, feet aching. They had filmed five segments strung together, ended up running overtime, and he was slightly worried about Robin.
Sweetums would look after him, but it still had to be overwhelming- “Excuse me Kermit.”
“The Frog, yes how may I help you?”
“We were thinking over what you were saying and about how the Princess should turn into a pig or another frog for it to stay truly happy- I was just thinking that maybe we should get a new lead.”
Normally he’d be shocked and saddened- right now he could barely keep himself jumping from glee. It was perfect! Now he could leave the set early and spend some quality time with his nephew, and get the theater moving smoothly again-
“I-I see.”
“So you have no objections?”
“None.”
“And you don’t mind whoever is cast instead of you?”
“No.”
“You won’t interfere in the filming process.”
“No.”
“Promise?”
“No, I won’t! Why are you asking me all of this?”
“Perfect, then Mister Robin the Frog will play the part of Sir Robin.”
“…WHAT?! Now look here, Robin’s still a child-“
“You gave permission and promised you wouldn’t interfere.” The director smirked at Kermit’s panicked expression as he held up a recorder. “I have you on tape giving your word.”
“B-But what about what Robin? What did he say?”
“He said, and I quote, ‘Ask Uncle Kermit, if he says yes then sure, I’ll do it’.” The director walked away laughing at the top of his lungs. Kermit watched him go, mouth hanging open.
“Robin- my little nephew Robin? The star of the movie? What is going on here?”
Slowly he made his way to his trailer, fully expecting to see Robin playing around either around or inside of it. Instead the trailer sat empty and dark in the slowly gathering twilight.
Kermit turned right around and headed for the pond- if Robin wasn’t there, then Kermit would begin worrying.
The frog hummed softly to himself as he waltzed down the walkway, watching firefly’s dance in the cool late spring breeze. The first few twinkling stars appeared in the sky.
It was under this peaceful scene he found Sweetums slumped against a stone wall, snoring softly, a curled up Robin snuggled in his arms. Kermit’s heart did a weird little flip-flop. He was glad… yet sad at the same time.
Gently he lifted Robin from Sweetum’s arms. “Sweetums, you should go to bed now- I’ll take care of Robin.”
The Ogre yawned as he nodded and slowly trooped off, sleep ladened feet heavy. Kermit grunted as he shifted Robin around until he was carrying his nephew piggy-back, and started out on the journey back to the trailer.
Robin stirred slightly, in time to see his uncle’s tongue shoot out to catch a firefly. Slowly his eyes ran over the scenery- in the forgiving cover of darkness and moonlight, everything was soft-edged and beautiful. Firefly’s danced around flowers and trees, reflecting off the small pond.
“I was right Uncle Kermit. Everything really does look better when you’re around.”
Robin slipped peacefully into sleep, missing his Uncles surprised, happy look, and the deep green blush that splashed the cheeks of one very proud uncle.
-------------
Kermit tucked Robin into bed, and looked worriedly at the phone- did he or did he not dare call the Muppet Theater? Their phone usually didn’t work, but he knew exactly how it went- if some huge problem was going on then it would undoubtedly go through.
He gulped, tugging at the ringed collar around his neck. One trembling finger punched in the numbers, a half-second pause between each number.
Ring.
One ring. So far so good.
Ring.
Two… How long does a phone take be answered anyways?
Ring.
Three rings! Ah-ah-ah. Oh sheesh-
Ring.
-I’m beginning to count like the Count now.
Ring.
...What number was that?
Ring- SPLOOSH!
Water poured out of the phone, smacking Kermit in the face. The frog sniffed delicately, testing the water. “Oh hey, this is fresh water from Louisiana- I’d recognize that spice from there in anything.”
“H-Hello, this is Muppet Theater, how can I help you?” Fozzies voice snapped Kermit out of his contemplation.
“Fozzie, want to tell me why there’s Louisiana river water coming out of the phone?”
“Uhhh- W-Well, I had to plan a new act- hey you guys, could you row a little closer to the phone? We’re getting to the end of the line here-“
“You wanna try rowing upstream when you’re only so less then a foot tall?” Snapped a voice from the other side of the line.
A chorus of agreement rose. “It takes three of us to just move it one inch!”
“A-Anyways Kermit,” Fozzie spoke louder, attempting to drown out the rats, “We’re just trying to tidy the place up a little you know? WAAAHHHH!”
“THAT’S IT! MOI CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! MOVE OVER BEAR! HIYAAH!”
Kermit winced as he heard the distinct sound of a bear flying through air, followed by the dull thud of landing in a wall. “Now then, who’s on the line?”
“Miss Piggy?”
“Oh, why it’s you Kermie! Ahahaha! So, how’s filming?”
“Oh, just fine. Apparently my nephew Robin is going to be the main character now instead of me, which frees me up for Sesame Street. Is everything going alright over in the Muppet Theater?”
“Oh, the Theater? Don’t worry Kermie, I’m going to call over a giant sponge act and have them mop up all the water. And I already have George cleaning the seating area now so that way our customers won’t get wet when they walk in.”
Worry melted from Kermit like snow in the afternoon sun. “That’s good to hear Miss Piggy, I’m glad that you have everything under control.”
“Of course, moi will simply ask for a little repayment smooch when a certain frog comes back to the Theater.”
“You want a kiss from Robin?”
Crack went the phone on the other end- he’d have to replace it. “No. Well, yes, if you’re not willing to do it, moi am willing to work my way up if needed. Not that it is.”
“Well, would you look at the time! It’s almost time for opening curtains right, so I’ll just let you get too it. Goodbye Miss Piggy-“
“Hey! Wait a minute frog! Don’t you dare hang up that phone!”
Click!
Kermit sighed in relief as he sat back, thankful that he was on a phone, in a trailer, with his nephew, rather then all the way back at Muppet Theaters- Not that he didn’t expect to be karate-chopped into a wall anyways once he got back for being gone for so long.
He hummed, deep in his throat, fingers trailing over the banjo nestled on top of a suitcase. So many songs to sing, so little time, and… well… he wanted to sing them. Looking at Robin curled up in his little bed peacefully sleeping made Kermit remember times from the swamp. Times with his brothers and sisters, times with everyone.
But most of all, it brought up a choking nostalgia that wouldn’t be settled without a song. “Maybe I should call Rowlf and we can play a duet over the phone.”
Kermit smiled at that idea, trying to imagine which instrument Rowlf would pull out for such a thing. A harmonica? A guitar? A trumpet? His trusty piano? Whatever it would be, it would be played, and it would be played well.
Robin stirred again, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. Kermits eyebrows, if he had eyebrows, rose at the sight. What was with the frog and his sleeping patterns? “Robin, is something the matter?”
“I’m just thirsty Uncle Kermit.”
The young frog began to slip out of bed, when Kermit motioned for him to stay put, and got up himself. “You comin’ to bed anytime soon Uncle Kermit?”
“Soon enough- I was just thinking about playing some old tunes.”
“Oh, can I hear?”
“In the morning Robin- In the morning. For now it’s time for young frogs to be asleep- after all you have a big day ahead of you being the new star of the movie.”
“I’m the what?!”
