LipsGF4Life
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Hey all! I know some of you did a few stories on the Muppets in High School. But none of you added a certian trumpeteer in them. So heres one with him as the new student at Muppet High!
A teen version of Lips just walked in the Muppet High Building. Short, blonde afro, blue squinted eyes, round hot pink nose, short smile. He was wearing a gold and white striped t-shirt, black jeans and maroon red sandals. He looked at his sceduele. Sam's History Class; Room 205.
Lips: (sigh)
He walks up to the door.
Lips: (in a whisper to himself) Here it is. Hopin' this school is nicer to me.
Lips opens the door. And quickly takes a random seat by the door and buries his head inside his History book.
A teen version of Dr.Teeth walks up to him.
Dr.Teeth: Hey, you ok?
Lips: (picks his head up) j-just nervous.....thats all.
Dr.Teeth: Of what?
Lips: Well......man, its my first day.
Dr.Teeth: Let me guess....new kid?
Lips: Uh huh.
Dr.Teeth: Hey, man it ain't so bad starting out fresh in High school. What are you so nervous about?
Lips: I've been home-schooled. Never actually, you know, never been in an actual buildin'.
Dr.Teeth: Really? Huh, never knew you're home-schooled.
Lips: All my life and up to eighth grade. Till' my mom got sick and now my dad is sick. Since' I'm old enough, I get to run my house by myself while my parents are in the hospital.
Dr.Teeth: Man, I am truley sorry to hear about your parents are in the hospital. I guess things are new around ya, eh?
Lips: (nodds) (sighs)
Dr.Teeth: Oh heh, where are my manners? I'm Dr.Teeth.
Lips: I'm Lips. Uh, what kind of doctor are ya?
Dr.Teeth: The music kind, my friend.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Oh, here comes the professer. Listen man, I can't let you sit here by yourself. Theres an extra desk by me. Come on.
Lips: Awsome, thanks.
Lips follows Dr.Teeth to a desk close to the window. Then Sam comes in.
Sam: Alright! Settle down, everyone. Now, before we get started, I see we have a new student. So....
Dr.Teeth: (stands up) His name is Lips, sir. He's just....new to his surroundings. Too shy, ya know?
Sam: Ah I see. Thank you, Teeth, you can sit.
Dr.Teeth: (sits then turns to Lips)
Lips: Thanks.
Dr.Teeth: Your welcome.
Sam: Ahem* Anyway, the Declaration of Independence.....oh nevermind that! We must focus on the lines of buisiness in the future! Of Americans!
Dr.Teeth: (whispers to Lips) Here we go again...
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Later that day.....
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Walking down the crowded hallway.....
Dr.Teeth: Lips, you comin?
Lips: Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry. Got distracted.
Dr.Teeth: What were you looking at anyway?
Lips: Oh nothing. Just....a....augh, nevermind. Where to next?
Dr.Teeth: Lunch man, duh.
Lips: Oh, good thing I packed.
Dr.Teeth: Yeah, me too. Not really a fan of the chef's specialty.
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Walk into the room and sat closer to the door.
Dr.Teeth: Hey there they are.
Lips: (turns back and fourth) Who?
Dr.Teeth: Oh sorry, forgot to tell you. See, I have a band. We're pretty close than ya think.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Yeah. Here they come.
A group comes toward the two, Teen versions of the rest of the band. Floyd wearing a plain, red t-shirt; purple jeans; brown boots. Janice wearing a tye-dye mini dress; hot pink leggins; white heals. Zoot wearing a plain gold t-shirt; brown leather jeans; white jacket; black sandals. And Animal wearing a black t-shirt; brown teared up vest; white teared up jeans; black tennyshoes.
Dr.Teeth: Hey gang. Floyd, my man, I didn't see you in gym. Where were you?
Floyd: Man, my sceduele got switched. I had to be in Spanish. Man, thats a pain.
Janice: Fer sure.
Dr.Teeth: Oh.
Floyd: Anywho, back to buisiness, whos the dude next to ya?
Dr.Teeth: Hmm? Oh! Sorry, guys, this here is Lips. He's new to the school.
Floyd: Nice to meet ya, Lips.
Janice: Like yeah.
Zoot: Hey, not to be chip off the ol' block or anythin' but this guy looks familiar.
Dr.Teeth: Heh?
Zoot: See, I saw this moving van next door to my house the other day.
Lips: Yeah. T-that was me.
Zoot: Oh yeah! Welcome to the neighberhood, man. My mom told me 'bout ya. She went to meet you.
Lips: Oh yeah! She seems pretty nice.
Zoot: Yeah. Way too nice.
Janice: So like, Lips. Any other girl you're in?
Floyd: Jan!??
Janice: Sorry, just curious.
Lips: Well now that you're thinkin' about it. There was this girl I saw earlier. She seems pretty cute.
Animal: Who?
Lips: (stops and looks at Animal and steps back)
Floyd: Sorry bout' that, thats Animal. He wont hurt ya. You were sayin?
Lips: Uh right, anyway, this chick, had a trumbone case. I just adore girls who play with a horn.
Janice: Delores? Oh right, I know her! Did you like, talk to her at all?
Lips: (shakes his head) No. I-I never saw a girl like this before. I just don't know what to do.
Dr.Teeth: Lips, here was home schooled. Its his first time with this whole high school deelio.
Floyd: Really?
Lips: (nodds)
Zoot: Man, I've been through the whole home-school thing.
Lips: Really? How long?
Zoot: Up too....fifth grade.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Back to business. You guys ready to rehearse later?
Everyone: Totally!!
Floyd: Eh Lips? You wanna come later and hear us play?
Lips: Sure! I'm up for it.
Zoot: You need a ride or somethin' for the ride home?
Lips: Uh, no its ok. I'll walk home after school.
Zoot: Gotcha.
A teen version of Delores walks by.
Delores: Hey guys. I'll be here after school to watch.
Janice: Awsome.
Delores: C-ya.
Delores walks off. Lips sighs.
Lips: That was her.....shes so beautiful.
Floyd: Right........
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After School.....in the auditoriom......
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Lips hears loud music being played. He opens the door to find the band playing and Delores sitting in one of the auditorium chairs.
Lips: (sighs)
Zoot looks up.
Zoot: Hold up! Lips is here!
Music stops, Delores turns her head to see Lips' beautiful face.
Delores: Oh my....he...hes.....handsome......
Lips walks down the isale with his bookbag one hand and his trumpet case in one hand.
Lips: Hey, came like I said.
Dr.Teeth: Good, good. What up with that case?
Lips: Oh, I play trumpet a li'l. I thought of bringing it.
Zoot: Man, I never knew you'd play brass.
Janice: Like duh. Can we like, hear you play?
Lips: I dunno, I never performed before.
Floyd: Man, come on.
Lips: (sighs) Oh ok. Maybe just a couple of notes.
Lips takes out his trumpet and plays 'Free' by Crush 40. Hears a bunch of applauses.
Lipsgasps for breath) Thank you.
Dr.Teeth: You are very good, my friend.
Zoot: We could use someone like you.
Floyd: Guys, we'll make the decision at Zoot's place later on. (turns to LIps) Man, take a seat. And be enjoyed by our funky rythem and music.
Lips takes a seat next to Delores.
Delores: Hi.
Lips: (turns to see Delores's beautiful face.) Oh....uh...hi.
Delores: I'm Delores. You must be....Leo?
Lips: (starts to laugh) Lips. Nice to meet you.
Delores: Janice told me about you. You sound so interesting. You play pretty good.
Lips: Thanks.
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Later on...
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Zoot: You sure you don't need a lift? Our whole street is only a few miles away.
Lips: I'm sure. Besides, I walked to school today, anyway.
Zoot: Suite yourself. Watch out for the 'Hitsters Gang. They live close to the neighborhood.
Lips: Got it.
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As Lips was getting closer to his house. He was passing by a old, run down house where about six boys were playing basketball in the driveway. They turn to see Lips walking down the sidewalk. Lips just ignores them and just walks faster. Then the boys just follow him.
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One boy: Hey You!
Lips: (turns to see the six boys right behind him) Y-y-yes?
Another boy: Why are you out here by yourself?
Lips: Cause' I want to. (takes a deep breath) Now if you excuse me.
Lips starts to walk off until one of the boys grabbed him, threw his books on the ground and pushed Lips to the ground hard.
Lips: What was that for, man?
One boy: You ain't goin' nowhere.
Lips tries to pull himself up and three boys push him down harder.
Lips: (in pain) Stop! Can't you just leave me alone!!!!????
One boy: Listen jerk, we don't do that kind of stuff. Now don't move.
That boy and the other two boys started punching Lips very hard. Until a group of Muppets stop the incident. It was the band.
Floyd: Man, stop hurting our friend!
Dr.Teeth: Feed them to Animal.
Floyd: Go get them, Animal! ATTACK!
Animal: ATTACK! ATTACK! BAD MEN! BAD MEN!
Animal starts to attack the boys while the rest of the band quickly gets Lips's stuff, his smashed cellphone, and Lips himself, off the ground. After Lips was in the car, Janice observed him.
Janice: He like, doesn't look rully good.
Zoot: (sighs at Lips) That was them, man, the Hitsters. They're the bad dudes on this path.
Lips: No kiddin'.
Dr.Teeth: Don't you worry Lips, we're just headin' to Zoot's place.
Zoot: Yeah, both my mom and dad are doctors. They'll help ya.
Lips: (nodds and rubs his briuses.) Augh.
Floyd: Its ok, man. You just didn't know. (turns to Animal) LETS GO ANIMAL!
Animal: Oh, Ok!!!
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Driven home; Lips hurt and confused.
Theres more tomorrow!
A teen version of Lips just walked in the Muppet High Building. Short, blonde afro, blue squinted eyes, round hot pink nose, short smile. He was wearing a gold and white striped t-shirt, black jeans and maroon red sandals. He looked at his sceduele. Sam's History Class; Room 205.
Lips: (sigh)
He walks up to the door.
Lips: (in a whisper to himself) Here it is. Hopin' this school is nicer to me.
Lips opens the door. And quickly takes a random seat by the door and buries his head inside his History book.
A teen version of Dr.Teeth walks up to him.
Dr.Teeth: Hey, you ok?
Lips: (picks his head up) j-just nervous.....thats all.
Dr.Teeth: Of what?
Lips: Well......man, its my first day.
Dr.Teeth: Let me guess....new kid?
Lips: Uh huh.
Dr.Teeth: Hey, man it ain't so bad starting out fresh in High school. What are you so nervous about?
Lips: I've been home-schooled. Never actually, you know, never been in an actual buildin'.
Dr.Teeth: Really? Huh, never knew you're home-schooled.
Lips: All my life and up to eighth grade. Till' my mom got sick and now my dad is sick. Since' I'm old enough, I get to run my house by myself while my parents are in the hospital.
Dr.Teeth: Man, I am truley sorry to hear about your parents are in the hospital. I guess things are new around ya, eh?
Lips: (nodds) (sighs)
Dr.Teeth: Oh heh, where are my manners? I'm Dr.Teeth.
Lips: I'm Lips. Uh, what kind of doctor are ya?
Dr.Teeth: The music kind, my friend.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Oh, here comes the professer. Listen man, I can't let you sit here by yourself. Theres an extra desk by me. Come on.
Lips: Awsome, thanks.
Lips follows Dr.Teeth to a desk close to the window. Then Sam comes in.
Sam: Alright! Settle down, everyone. Now, before we get started, I see we have a new student. So....
Dr.Teeth: (stands up) His name is Lips, sir. He's just....new to his surroundings. Too shy, ya know?
Sam: Ah I see. Thank you, Teeth, you can sit.
Dr.Teeth: (sits then turns to Lips)
Lips: Thanks.
Dr.Teeth: Your welcome.
Sam: Ahem* Anyway, the Declaration of Independence.....oh nevermind that! We must focus on the lines of buisiness in the future! Of Americans!
Dr.Teeth: (whispers to Lips) Here we go again...
____________________________________________________________
Later that day.....
____________________________________________________________
Walking down the crowded hallway.....
Dr.Teeth: Lips, you comin?
Lips: Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry. Got distracted.
Dr.Teeth: What were you looking at anyway?
Lips: Oh nothing. Just....a....augh, nevermind. Where to next?
Dr.Teeth: Lunch man, duh.
Lips: Oh, good thing I packed.
Dr.Teeth: Yeah, me too. Not really a fan of the chef's specialty.
------
Walk into the room and sat closer to the door.
Dr.Teeth: Hey there they are.
Lips: (turns back and fourth) Who?
Dr.Teeth: Oh sorry, forgot to tell you. See, I have a band. We're pretty close than ya think.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Yeah. Here they come.
A group comes toward the two, Teen versions of the rest of the band. Floyd wearing a plain, red t-shirt; purple jeans; brown boots. Janice wearing a tye-dye mini dress; hot pink leggins; white heals. Zoot wearing a plain gold t-shirt; brown leather jeans; white jacket; black sandals. And Animal wearing a black t-shirt; brown teared up vest; white teared up jeans; black tennyshoes.
Dr.Teeth: Hey gang. Floyd, my man, I didn't see you in gym. Where were you?
Floyd: Man, my sceduele got switched. I had to be in Spanish. Man, thats a pain.
Janice: Fer sure.
Dr.Teeth: Oh.
Floyd: Anywho, back to buisiness, whos the dude next to ya?
Dr.Teeth: Hmm? Oh! Sorry, guys, this here is Lips. He's new to the school.
Floyd: Nice to meet ya, Lips.
Janice: Like yeah.
Zoot: Hey, not to be chip off the ol' block or anythin' but this guy looks familiar.
Dr.Teeth: Heh?
Zoot: See, I saw this moving van next door to my house the other day.
Lips: Yeah. T-that was me.
Zoot: Oh yeah! Welcome to the neighberhood, man. My mom told me 'bout ya. She went to meet you.
Lips: Oh yeah! She seems pretty nice.
Zoot: Yeah. Way too nice.
Janice: So like, Lips. Any other girl you're in?
Floyd: Jan!??
Janice: Sorry, just curious.
Lips: Well now that you're thinkin' about it. There was this girl I saw earlier. She seems pretty cute.
Animal: Who?
Lips: (stops and looks at Animal and steps back)
Floyd: Sorry bout' that, thats Animal. He wont hurt ya. You were sayin?
Lips: Uh right, anyway, this chick, had a trumbone case. I just adore girls who play with a horn.
Janice: Delores? Oh right, I know her! Did you like, talk to her at all?
Lips: (shakes his head) No. I-I never saw a girl like this before. I just don't know what to do.
Dr.Teeth: Lips, here was home schooled. Its his first time with this whole high school deelio.
Floyd: Really?
Lips: (nodds)
Zoot: Man, I've been through the whole home-school thing.
Lips: Really? How long?
Zoot: Up too....fifth grade.
Lips: Oh.
Dr.Teeth: Back to business. You guys ready to rehearse later?
Everyone: Totally!!
Floyd: Eh Lips? You wanna come later and hear us play?
Lips: Sure! I'm up for it.
Zoot: You need a ride or somethin' for the ride home?
Lips: Uh, no its ok. I'll walk home after school.
Zoot: Gotcha.
A teen version of Delores walks by.
Delores: Hey guys. I'll be here after school to watch.
Janice: Awsome.
Delores: C-ya.
Delores walks off. Lips sighs.
Lips: That was her.....shes so beautiful.
Floyd: Right........
___________________________________________________________
After School.....in the auditoriom......
___________________________________________________________
Lips hears loud music being played. He opens the door to find the band playing and Delores sitting in one of the auditorium chairs.
Lips: (sighs)
Zoot looks up.
Zoot: Hold up! Lips is here!
Music stops, Delores turns her head to see Lips' beautiful face.
Delores: Oh my....he...hes.....handsome......
Lips walks down the isale with his bookbag one hand and his trumpet case in one hand.
Lips: Hey, came like I said.
Dr.Teeth: Good, good. What up with that case?
Lips: Oh, I play trumpet a li'l. I thought of bringing it.
Zoot: Man, I never knew you'd play brass.
Janice: Like duh. Can we like, hear you play?
Lips: I dunno, I never performed before.
Floyd: Man, come on.
Lips: (sighs) Oh ok. Maybe just a couple of notes.
Lips takes out his trumpet and plays 'Free' by Crush 40. Hears a bunch of applauses.
Lipsgasps for breath) Thank you.
Dr.Teeth: You are very good, my friend.
Zoot: We could use someone like you.
Floyd: Guys, we'll make the decision at Zoot's place later on. (turns to LIps) Man, take a seat. And be enjoyed by our funky rythem and music.
Lips takes a seat next to Delores.
Delores: Hi.
Lips: (turns to see Delores's beautiful face.) Oh....uh...hi.
Delores: I'm Delores. You must be....Leo?
Lips: (starts to laugh) Lips. Nice to meet you.
Delores: Janice told me about you. You sound so interesting. You play pretty good.
Lips: Thanks.
___________________________________________________________
Later on...
___________________________________________________________
Zoot: You sure you don't need a lift? Our whole street is only a few miles away.
Lips: I'm sure. Besides, I walked to school today, anyway.
Zoot: Suite yourself. Watch out for the 'Hitsters Gang. They live close to the neighborhood.
Lips: Got it.
--------------------------------------
As Lips was getting closer to his house. He was passing by a old, run down house where about six boys were playing basketball in the driveway. They turn to see Lips walking down the sidewalk. Lips just ignores them and just walks faster. Then the boys just follow him.
--------------------------------------
One boy: Hey You!
Lips: (turns to see the six boys right behind him) Y-y-yes?
Another boy: Why are you out here by yourself?
Lips: Cause' I want to. (takes a deep breath) Now if you excuse me.
Lips starts to walk off until one of the boys grabbed him, threw his books on the ground and pushed Lips to the ground hard.
Lips: What was that for, man?
One boy: You ain't goin' nowhere.
Lips tries to pull himself up and three boys push him down harder.
Lips: (in pain) Stop! Can't you just leave me alone!!!!????
One boy: Listen jerk, we don't do that kind of stuff. Now don't move.
That boy and the other two boys started punching Lips very hard. Until a group of Muppets stop the incident. It was the band.
Floyd: Man, stop hurting our friend!
Dr.Teeth: Feed them to Animal.
Floyd: Go get them, Animal! ATTACK!
Animal: ATTACK! ATTACK! BAD MEN! BAD MEN!
Animal starts to attack the boys while the rest of the band quickly gets Lips's stuff, his smashed cellphone, and Lips himself, off the ground. After Lips was in the car, Janice observed him.
Janice: He like, doesn't look rully good.
Zoot: (sighs at Lips) That was them, man, the Hitsters. They're the bad dudes on this path.
Lips: No kiddin'.
Dr.Teeth: Don't you worry Lips, we're just headin' to Zoot's place.
Zoot: Yeah, both my mom and dad are doctors. They'll help ya.
Lips: (nodds and rubs his briuses.) Augh.
Floyd: Its ok, man. You just didn't know. (turns to Animal) LETS GO ANIMAL!
Animal: Oh, Ok!!!
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Driven home; Lips hurt and confused.
Theres more tomorrow!