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Chapter 1
Clifford had been out of town for a family reunion, and had just gotten back. He went to the Muppet theatre.
"I'm back, Kermit!", said Clifford.
"Welcome back, Clifford", said Kermit, "How was the family reunion?"
"Disapointing", said Clifford, "Anyway, can I do an act on the show this week?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Clifford", said Kermit, "But we've got full shows for the enxt three weeks."
"Oh, I understand", said Clifford, who then walked away.
"Man, I don't get to be on the show much anymore", said Clifford, "I never should have accepted that hosting job."
Clifford then tripped over his shoelaces, and then he saw a pair of feet in front of his face. He looked up, and saw a bearded man.
"You have a look", said the man, "If you'd like to have a job, meet me in that sewer over there at 3 a.m."
"Okay", said Clifford.
Clifford walked away, thinking, "I'm going to be a model!"
Clifford showed up late at night.
"Well, it's 15 seconds before he shows up", said Clifford, "I'm sure I'm in the right sewer."
The man showed up.
"Good, let's step into my office", said the man.
"So, what kind of a model am I going to be?", asked Clifford.
"You're not going to be a model", said the man, "You're going to be... Well, I'll tell you soon enough."
They went to the office.
"I am the chief of a top secret organization", said the chief, "It's so top secret that I can't tell you what t's called. Anyway, would you like to be a secret agent, or do I have to move my central location?"
"I'll be a secret agent, chief!", said Clifford, "What's my assignment, and what's the pay?"
"A rare Ruby Camel from the desert of Pay Pal-O-Lot has been stolen, and we've heard gossip that it's been taken somewhere at the north pole", said the chief, "And you're pay is 14 dollars a day, plus two expenses."
"So shouldn't I get some sort of secret code name?", asked Clifford.
"We'll call you Agent #1989", said the chief, "How's that sound?"
"How's it sound?", asked Clifford, "It's basically my year of birth!"
"Good", said the chief, "And it beats calling you Secret Agent Clifford."
Cut to an animated movie theater, where Peter Griffin was watching this fan fic.
"Yay!", said Peter, "They said the title! They said the title!"
Clifford had been out of town for a family reunion, and had just gotten back. He went to the Muppet theatre.
"I'm back, Kermit!", said Clifford.
"Welcome back, Clifford", said Kermit, "How was the family reunion?"
"Disapointing", said Clifford, "Anyway, can I do an act on the show this week?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Clifford", said Kermit, "But we've got full shows for the enxt three weeks."
"Oh, I understand", said Clifford, who then walked away.
"Man, I don't get to be on the show much anymore", said Clifford, "I never should have accepted that hosting job."
Clifford then tripped over his shoelaces, and then he saw a pair of feet in front of his face. He looked up, and saw a bearded man.
"You have a look", said the man, "If you'd like to have a job, meet me in that sewer over there at 3 a.m."
"Okay", said Clifford.
Clifford walked away, thinking, "I'm going to be a model!"
Clifford showed up late at night.
"Well, it's 15 seconds before he shows up", said Clifford, "I'm sure I'm in the right sewer."
The man showed up.
"Good, let's step into my office", said the man.
"So, what kind of a model am I going to be?", asked Clifford.
"You're not going to be a model", said the man, "You're going to be... Well, I'll tell you soon enough."
They went to the office.
"I am the chief of a top secret organization", said the chief, "It's so top secret that I can't tell you what t's called. Anyway, would you like to be a secret agent, or do I have to move my central location?"
"I'll be a secret agent, chief!", said Clifford, "What's my assignment, and what's the pay?"
"A rare Ruby Camel from the desert of Pay Pal-O-Lot has been stolen, and we've heard gossip that it's been taken somewhere at the north pole", said the chief, "And you're pay is 14 dollars a day, plus two expenses."
"So shouldn't I get some sort of secret code name?", asked Clifford.
"We'll call you Agent #1989", said the chief, "How's that sound?"
"How's it sound?", asked Clifford, "It's basically my year of birth!"
"Good", said the chief, "And it beats calling you Secret Agent Clifford."
Cut to an animated movie theater, where Peter Griffin was watching this fan fic.
"Yay!", said Peter, "They said the title! They said the title!"