Another Guest Star! Product placement! Penguins!
Chapter 9
Kermit paid for the breakfast while the bus idled in the first drive-thru lane. Bags were passed from the window to the hungry riders.
"Smells good!"
"Yeah!"
"Yum!"
"Thanks, Kermit!"
"Annyfrrng elf?" asked the drive-thru attendant in the window. Apparently, the speakers worked just fine. The attendant's voice was muffled at the window, too.
"No, that's all. Thank you!" smiled Kermit.
"Waaak! Waak!" squawked the penguins gratefully from the back trailer where the chickens usually rode.
As the last few rolls and cups of juice were passed around, the second drive-thru lane had a visitor.
"What is this?" Frass snarled as he saw the back of the rickety old bus. "some kind of zoo wagon?" he frowned at the boisterous penguins. "Pass 'em, Max! I'm hungry."
Max was just as confused as Frass. Why would a zookeeper haul around penguins in a trailer? He tried to pass them anyway. Unfortunately, the bus was so huge, Max could only inch up beside the trailer without scratching the car on a support beam. Max put the driver's window down so he could be prepared to order.
The penguins were having a ball. They were eating, squawking, laughing and waddling. One of them caught a glimpse of the Maybach and whistled appreciatively. The others quacked in approval as they poked their beaks in the driver's window. Max shrank back, startled as the penguins gawked inside.
One penguin poked his head in and saw a surprised fat man in the back seat. He glanced around the car's interior as Frass yelled "Pass them! Pass! Pass! Pass!"
The penguin heard Frass yelling "pass", squawked a coarse "Okay!" in reply and ducked out of sight. A moment later, a black wing handed something to Max.
"What is it?" Frass demanded.
Max held it up. It was a little jar.
"Grey Poupon?"
The penguins cracked up. Several of them rolled over with laughter in their trailer. Max thought it was funny, too. But he dared not crack a smile while his boss could see his face in the rear view mirror.
"What's going on back there?" called Kermit. The penguins seemed to have more energy than usual for this time in the morning. He sidled to the right side of the bus, opened the window and peeked out.
Max saw something green pop out of the window. He leaned out of the driver's window for a better look.
"What're you gawkin' at?" Frass snapped. He leaned forward and saw...
"MAX!" shouted Kermit.
Max's jaw dropped.
"FROG!" roared Frass. In his shock, he gasped and inhaled his cigar stub, nearly swallowing it.
"Floor it!" Kermit shouted to Dr. Teeth.
Dr. Teeth stomped on the accelerator. Massive backfire exploded from the bus, blowing smoke everywhere, including in the Maybach. Max and Frass coughed as the bus's engine roared and backfired again.
"AFTER--HIM! AFTER---HIM!" Frass yelled between gagging. By the time the smoke cleared, the bus was gone. Frass's face nearly matched the upholstery. He gave a huge, phlegm-laden hack and cleared his vision. His watering, beady eyes then saw the drive-thru assistant.
"Pull up there!" he commanded.
Max, his eyes still stinging from the smoke, obediently pulled up to the window. Frass put his window down and glowered.
"Where did that frog go?" he demanded.
"Mrff-frfff-mrfff-mrrff-mrrrf." the unfortunate drive-thru worker shrugged.
"I SAID WHERE DID THAT FROG GO?"
"Mrff-frfff-mrfff-mrrff-MRRRF!" the drive-thru assistant muffled from behind the hood of his burnt orange parka.
Frass shook with rage. Max thought it best just to leave. As he did, Frass took a deep breath and spat his slimy cigar stub directly into the boy's eyes. As the boy let out a muffled, painful yell, the Maybach took the eastbound exit. It sailed like a spear through the early morning traffic, pursuing its prey.
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"Whew! That was close!" sighed Kermit.
Dr. Teeth had pulled out just before a convoy entered the highway. The semis hid the bus well from anyone trying to follow them.
"I think we lost 'em." said Rowlf. He was watching from the back window. There was nothing but semis for a good mile behind them.
"I knew it, I knew it!" complained Link.
"You knew that Max saw our announcement?" asked Fozzie.
"No! I knew I should've stayed home and watched my bowling shows!" Link moaned. "I don't wanna be chased by Mr. Dog Food Man!" he sucked his thumb and shivered.
"We'll be all right, gang," assured Kermit. "But I'd feel better if we knew the homestead was safe. Anyone got a cell phone?"
"I got one, but it ain't got no minutes on it..." growled Clifford. He stared at Pepe, who was chatting on his own cell phone.
"Look hokay, so we meet for some dining and dancing hokay, and den we..." he stopped and noticed Kermit tapping on his shoulder.
"Uh, Pepe?"
"Just a minute, my love," Pepe sighed into the phone. He turned around. "Kermin, I'm making a very important phone call, hokay. I'm a very busy prawn."
"Pepe, we need to call the house to make sure Frass didn't show up there."
"But this is Chantelle, Kermin! Chantelle!" Pepe pleaded. "She's a supermodel, hokay!" he inched away from Kermit and backed up against someone's pant leg. A swift purple hand snatched up the phone and put it to his ear.
"Message CR-52," Clifford said in a voice even deeper than his own. "Welcome to Antron Wireless. This number has been permanently disconnected due to the caller being an annoying, little, two-timing shrimp with no money. Please make a note of it. If you feel this recording is an error, you are wrong. Do not check the number. Instead, please delete it from your cell phone and do not call again. Beep." Clifford hung up and coolly handed the cell phone over to Kermit. "There you go, Kerm." Pepe's jaw quivered in shock as Kermit dialed the Boarding House.
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Had Max taken the regular road in Hensonville, they would have seen quite a sight. Dozens of kids stopped by the Boarding House. As Pops answered the door, Lew took phone calls. The basement door was locked tight (for obvious reasons).
Parents came up with their children and all said the same thing "Tell the nice clown about your Mister Rogers drawing." The child would either describe something, look around the room with their fingers in their mouths or say "he smells like tunafish!"
A few children came close to describing the chosen picture. Lew even took down the information of six "finalists". Each one gave an amazing description of what they drew. One child even remembered sticking a candy wrapper to the picture.
Of course, there were a lot of parents wanting their child to be in charge of guarding the artifacts. To make sure no parent lied about the drawing being sent in by their child, Lew and Pops kept the copied picture out of sight. Under Kermit's instructions, no one who visited the Boarding House could see the picture yet, especially the grown-ups. "Just get the phone numbers of possible finalists," said Kermit before he left.
The phone rang constantly. One call came through on the extra cell phone at the table. Lew recognized the number on the caller ID right away.
"Hey, Mister The Frog!" said Lew. "How's the trip goin'?"
"Well, so far Max spotted us, but we gave him the slip at the last minute. Did a shiny black car with slanting headlights drive by?"
"Mmm...nope. It's been just kids so far."
"Well, keep an eye out for it. If one shows up and you see Frass get out, let Animal at 'em!"
"Will do, Mr. The Frog!" The second phone rang again. "I gotta go, see ya!"
"Bye."
"Well?" asked Fozzie.
Kermit shook his head. "No, he hasn't found the Boarding House, thank goodness. It does mean, though, that Max is following us." Kermit's slender fingers gently held the cardboard mailing tube. "I just hope we can get to New York before long."
It wasn't that far to New York and Dr. Teeth knew the way to the place they needed to go. They all knew the way, though many people asked how to get there.
The traffic thickened as more cars, vans and semis crowded the bus. In the distance, the first skyscrapers rose like pointed peaks against the pre-dawn sky. A tiny sliver of orange sunlight stretched behind the buildings. Already the outskirts of the city whizzed by: apartment buildings, some stores and a few gas stations.
A few more miles...Kermit thought...a few more miles and we'll be taking that exit...
Although they had not seen Max since they left Hensonville, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the turn signal's familiar "dink-dunk-dink-dunk-dink-dunk" sound.
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More soon.
Convincing John