I find the image of Scooter cage dancing in IAVMMC more sad than disturbing because it tells me that there was no one looking out for Scooter and ensuring that he made wise choices.
What I don’t find sad is the image (in my head) of Scooter getting the script for IAVMMC.
“Oh my!” said Dr. Honeydew. “It looks like I’m some sort of disc jockey in this scene. What about you, Beakie?”
“Mee me meee meep,” Beaker warbled.
Scooter snorted. ‘Yeah—good luck getting buff between now and then, Beaker. There isn’t enough time.”
“Sadly,” said Dr. Honeydew. “What about you, Scooter,” he asked, peering myopically at the studio gopher. “What are you doing in the Kermitless world?”
“Probably working for my uncle in some sort of awful business suit,” Scooter said, sighing. “I never get to do anything interesting.”
“Mee meee mmeep mee-meep,” Beaker said, pointing over Scooter shoulder at something in the young man’s script.
“Oh…oh, I see. It says….well, I don’t have any line-- again--but it does say I’m a dancer. That’s not so bad, right? I must be one of the entertainers on stage.”
Beaker pointed again, and this time there was one hand over his slit of a mouth to hide his smile.
Scooter looked. He gaped. He stared, eyes goggling behind his glasses.
“No way!’ he said, blushing as red as his hair. “I’m not gonna do it!”
“What?” said Honeydew, not privy to what Beaker had seen on Scooter’s script. “What’s wrong with being on stage once in a while?”
“I’m not on stage!” Scooter cried unhappily. “I’m—I’m in a cage!”
‘I thought they cut the jail scene,” Honeydew said in an aside to Beaker.
“It’s not a jail cell—it’s a…a cage they hang over the dance floor and you dance in it.”
“A cage they hang over the—oh! Oh! I know what you mean!” Honeydew cried excitedly. “Where go-go girls dance!”
“That’s it! Where’s Kermit! Kermit!! I want to talk to you about this script!” Scooter bellowed, marching off in search of the frog. After he left, Bunsen and Beaker exchanged shrugs. Sometimes you got asked to do strange things in muppet productions, and they thought Scooter was probably just making too much fuss about nothing. After a moment, Miss Piggy glided by, suddenly seeming to take notice of them.
“Oh, helloooo,” Piggy said. “Looking over the new script, gentlemen?”
“Oh,er, um, yes,” Honeydew said, momentarily discombobulated by Piggy being conversational with them.
“Me mee mee meep,” Beaker said politely.
“Was that…Scooter here a moment ago?”
“Oh—yes indeed,” said Honeydew. “I think he went looking for Kermit. He seems to be upset about something in the script.”
“Really?” said Piggy, blue eyes wide. “I can’t imagine why. I thought he’d like have something interesting to do in the script.”
At that precise moment, all three of them saw a rather harried Kermit being followed by a rather grumpy Scooter, gesticulating wildly at a page on the script. The three exchanged shrugs and moved off. When she was by herself, Piggy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. Two birds, one script. Hmmm. That’ll teach the little squirt to post pictures of her snarfing donuts backstage….
(With apologies to Kim for muffining her thread.)