TogetherAgain said:
Ooh, I'm liking it already. I've heard a lot of hype about the story, and the cheese, and the fact that Rowlf gets hurt so...now it's time for me to dive in and have a little read.
Scooter poked his head into the band pit.
Boy is he limber. Sorry. *giggles* I got images of him onstage, upside down, head in band pit...oh, never mind.
Kermit was looking a tad more stressed than usual. Rowlf could easily see why.
Rowlf can always see why Kermit is stressed. That's why he's man's best friend...well...frog's good friend...well, frog's good dog...
"Moi am just THRILLED to be working with vous again!"
Capitalabraas! *new word* I love capitals! Adds a definate Piggy sense to the sentence.
That always chills me.
So does that...
"Yes," Kermit said, "About Julia Roberts."
Ayieeeeeee! *has always wanted Jullia to be on Muppet Show*
"I don't understand her sometimes."
"I don't understand her most of the time," Rowlf said.
Kermit folded his face. "You're not helping."
Rowlf, Rowlf, Rowlf!
Oh! He folded his FACE! That is a GREAT discription of what he does!
"Hi Rowlf!" he said.
"Hey Robin," Rowlf said. "How's the scouts?"
"Good!" Robin said.
"Good. Tell me all about it after the show, all right?"
"Okay!"
Exclaimation! Exclaimation! Exclaimation! *hugs Robin...thinks about Robin's Honor*
"Do what? The show? Well, because moi am so talented!"
Every day I fall further in love with the pig.
"I control because I care!"
Kermie...she really does...listen to the pig...
Rowlf shook his head, wondering where the frog got the enthusiasm from.
Maybe from pent up exsasperation(sp?)
A few members of the audience clapped, more out of sympathy than enthusiasm.
*giggles* Nice description of Gonzo applause.
Rowlf began to play, and he heard the cannons boom. Swiss cheese flew through the theater, smattering on the ceiling and raining down on the audience. It was a surprisingly accurate rendition.
*stiffles giggles*
Gonzo raced around the stage, lighting fuses in a specific sequence. This one here, and now three to the right, six to the left, the far right one, ten back, one left, five over, back and forth, back and forth, faster, faster, faster, faster! The farthest one to the left, and now the farthest to the right, go!
*wow*
Rowlf didn't notice that the second cannon was no longer pointing at the ceiling.
What!
WHAT!
Swiss cheese hurled at Rowlf, smacking his head, slapping into his ears, smothering his nose, ricocheting onto the piano keys. The force of the cheese knocked him onto the floor. The smell overwhelmed him.
*is stunned, smacked, slapped, smothered and ricoheted*
He felt a thick darkness creeping over him.
Creeping!
Oh Toga! This is such an awesome beginning! And now I have to finish it when I'll comment again, and if no one has posted between now and then...I appologuise for the double post.