Chapter 4.2: Link Hogthrob
MuppeTelevision was a lot of fun, despite the occasional Canadian Snout Fever scare. I did some other things in the 90s, such as go to Disney World with the Muppets. Then one day, I got a call from a certain frog.
“Hey Link, uh, I was wondering if you could possibly work on an adaptation of The Christmas Carol that we’re going to be doing?” he asked.
“Sure, Kermit, anything you say. Who am I going to be? Maybe Scrooge? Or can I be the Ghost of Christmas Future-no, wait! The Ghost of Christmas Present! That role will bring out my acting skills the most.”
“Er, no Link, we already assigned the main roles and-”
“Bob Cratchit! I’m going to be Bob Cratchit! Who’s Mrs. Cratchit?” I interrupted.
“Well, Miss Piggy is, but Link-”
“Aha! Finally you decide to hand her over to me Kermit! Thank you! Thank you! Maybe some sort of relationship will come out of this, then eventually marriage,”
“Er, Link, I’m going to be Bob Cratchit.” he said. My heart was broken. It was broken, I tell you, broken.
(NOTE FROM TYPIST ANNIE SUE: Yeah, I’m not going to type Link’s whole big long speech about how his heart was broken...touchy subject for me, you know?)
“But Kermit, then who am I going to be?”
“Erm, well, right now you’re put in the role of background character #18?” he said. My heart was broken. Not quite as much as the first broken, but almost. I mean, that first broken, it was really-
(NOTE FROM TYPIST ANNIE SUE: Once again...)
“So Kermit, do I get any lines?” I asked. Hopefully at least a good 30 lines, I was thinking.
“Erm, no. Not right now, Link. You see, we couldn’t quite find a suitable role for you in this one.”
“But Kermit! I could’ve been any of the Ghosts, Bob Cratchit, Scrooge himself, Scrooge’s nephew, Bob Cratchit, Fezziwig, Santa Claus,”
“What? Santa Claus? He’s not in this.”
“Great! That means you haven’t casted him yet! You can give me him!” I said.
“But Santa Claus isn’t in this story!!!!!” Kermit yelled.
“You better go check. I have a feeling you’ll be quite mistaken.” I continued.
“Fine. Give me a minute. OK, here it is. No Santa Claus in the character listing.” he said.
“How could William Shakespeare do this to us?”
“Uh, Link, William Shakespeare didn’t write this story.” he mistakenly said.
“Fine, fine, Ludwig van Beethoven, William Shakespeare, same thing.”
“Sheesh!” Kermit said softly. “OK, well, goodbye Link.”
“Wait Kermit! Wait! I’ll do any role! Any role! I’ll even play a girl! Please Kermit, please!” He had already hung up.
So when the time came, I went to be background character #18. Which I think that’s a stupid name, don’t you? I mean, who goes around with a birth certificate saying that their name is “Background Character #18?” They could’ve at least called him Frank or Joe or Greg or Don or Pete or Napoleon. But no matter, I got as dressed up as possible, combed my hair, put on my makeup, and left for the set. It was big and bustling when I got there. Everyone seemed to be whispering about something. Though Rowlf says differently, I still believe they were talking about how dapper I looked that day.