So once again, I'm a little late, but here it is - Your Monday update! This is the conclusion to our trip to the lawyer's!
The group made their way outside to their cars, which had dufully awaited them while they had been gone. “Let’s head to lunch,” Piggy suggested.
“What for?” Fozzie asked, immediately shrugging out of his jacket and trying to get his tie over the collar of his shirt.
“Because we’re dressed and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t go somewhere.”
“I am hungry.”
“Fozzie,” Gonzo sighed. “You’re always hungry.”
“I can’t help it if I have a high metabolism,” the bear huffed. “That’s really the only reason I’ve been able to keep my girlish figure.”
“If that’s your girlish figure,” Piggy began. “Then I’m built like a football player.”
Gonzo sighed dramatically. “Are you trying to incite something?”
“You know, lunch does sound great,” Kermit interrupted, instinctively knowing that he’d be stuck in the car with these people from there until they found somewhere to eat and he wasn’t sure he wanted the headache before his lunch.
“Piggy, why don’t you ride with me?” Scooter asked, removing his jacket and swinging it over his arm.
“Where we going?” asked Rowlf.
“Well,” Gonzo replied. “We’re dressed, so the most appropriate place would be to go to the Flying Dog.”
The group looked at the weirdo.
“Don’t speak for the rest of the day,” Piggy said. “I’m thinking Smile; it’s quaint, it’s quiet, and there’s a two for one every Friday before four.”
“I’m in!” Fozzie exclaimed.
“Of course you are,” the diva muttered. “Follow me, boys, to the egress.”
The sextet agreed to their destination and went their separate ways to their chosen cars. Piggy wasn’t naïve in any sense of the word; she knew that Scooter’s suggestion to have her ride with him with more of a council than that of actual conversation.
“I can only guess that my invitation to join you was because you have something on your mind.”
“Actually,” the assistant replied, beginning to undo his tie. This of course required that he take both of his hands off the wheel in order to do so and without a word, Piggy dufully grabbed the wheel in order to steady it. While the diva held the wheel, he also began to undo his the buttons on his sleeves and began to roll them up.
“I just needed an extra pair of hands.”
“You realize this is extremely dangerous and highly illegal.”
“Gosh,” Scooter said, throwing a look towards the diva before taking the wheel back from her. “I wonder what person could taught me such an irresponsible driving method.”
“The same person who will have your head should anyone hear about this little maneuver of yours.”
“Ironically enough, Piggy my love,” Scooter chuckled. “It was actually not as bad as driving with Rowlf. Or Fozzie. Or Gonzo. This is probably one of those things that would actually keep me alive, cause you know, I have someone at the wheel.”
“Seriously,” the diva replied, looking over at him. “How well do you think this meeting went? And by that, I mean after your big boy rant.”
The page had the decency to blush, completely embarrassed over his outburst. “I think I may have terrified him,” he muttered. “I certainly didn’t mean to go off like that, but I really do hate that guy. I hate most of my uncle’s friends and business partners. I mean, you saw him; he still thinks I’m easily cowed like I was when I was a kid.”
“Which you have clearly proven you are not.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” he murmured. “Regardless of how you intended it.”
“All in good cheer, dearheart.”
“Anyway,” Scooter continued. “I hope I saw him that I’m completely serious about this. I know there’s ways in which split a company into different visions, even if we have to silent partner everyone except Kermit.”
“You intend to keep Kermit as head?”
Scooter looked at her. “Wouldn’t you?” he asked. “I mean, the publicity alone if someone should find out what’s happened…”
“That all depends on how you show it, darling,” she replied.
“Meaning?”
“Sometimes the best way to hide something,” Piggy began. “Is to so in plain sight. We could take the high road and subtly suggest that, after all of your years of hard work and dedication, that Kermit is bringing you on as a partner in Muppet Studios. Or we could allude to the point that the ‘fabulous five’ as they call us are now completely in control of the lot.”
“Reporters aren’t just going to take that and let it go.”
“That’s why you go around those…ever so helpful lawyers of your uncles and find some lawyers who are able to…cover a trail, so to speak.”
Scooter had to think about that. Of course Piggy was right; if certain reporters learned about how this had come about, there’d be no end. While their fans always loved them and would always love them, they didn’t need the bad press, especially not if they planned on working on a new movie anytime soon. Any other person may have been a bit annoyed to be playing second to Kermit, Scooter was actually on the opposite.
He never liked the scrutiny that came with the bad press they had gotten; though relatively minor, it was enough to make him shy away and hope for the good news to come around again. Sighing, he casually glanced at the pig next to him.
“Good idea,” he said. “Means I’ll have to talk to our head of marketing.”
“I hear she likes chocolate.”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Do that.”
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It's a bit dramatic, probably more of a dramedy than comedy, but to prove that I haven't lost touch with our motely bunch, I shall end this Monday fic on a high note.
Ju mean da penguins is always good for ending dese stories.
*Holds up The End cue card.
and Jessica Howard, the lawyer's daughter wouldn't be a good pairing. Maybe for your next oneshot or Monday entry?
We bought this studio...
We bought this studio on a mondaaa.
We bought this studio.
We bought this studio on a Moooon-daaaay!
