Whatever It Is You Do

[Ruahnna]

The big house was dark, and while there weren’t any mice stirring, there was a hum of energy that was almost palpable. Piggy turned over, sat up in bed and fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand. Her light came on, bathing the room in soft light to reveal Kermit reaching for his own nightstand lamp. They smiled at each other, one sheepish, one sympathetic.
“Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried.”
“You’re such a bad liar,” came the answering murmur. As expected, Kermit’s face scrunched up in annoyance, but Piggy scooched over beside him and kissed the corner of his grumpy mouth. This mollified him, and he allowed her to snuggle into his side and rest her head on his stiff shoulder.
“It’s going to be fine.”
“I know. I know it’s going to be fine.” A pause. “I know…it’s just that it’s live and Gonzo has roller skates. The insurance company said—”
“Scooter has the insurance agent eating out of his hand. Literally”
“Are—are you sure? That doesn’t sound very, um, sanitary.”
“It was better than the alternative, and all it cost was a batch of Mabel’s cinnamon buns.”
Kermit nodded and took a deep breath.
“Dress rehearsal was…okay,” he said. “Right?”
“A bad dress rehearsal means a good show,” Piggy answered diplomatically. Kermit gave her his best side-eye, but it glanced off her burnished curls without landing. Piggy mirrored his sigh and nestled closer.
“We’ve…it’s been…we haven’t done this in a while,” Kermit said softly. “It felt great to be back in the theater, but what if—”
“It was like coming home,” Piggy insisted. "It was like we’d never left…including the cobwebs.”
“Cobs have to live somewhere,” Kermit quipped and Piggy snort-giggled into his shoulder.
“You’re so funny,” she said drowsily. “That’s why they pay you the big bucks.”
“Hmph,” Kermit said. He was quiet, his breath slowing a little with the soft weight of Piggy’s warmth beside him. “I know the wardrobe budget wasn’t what you hoped….”
Piggy turned her face up to his. “It doesn’t matter. I look good in anything.”
It was Kermit turn to chuckle. “True, that,” he said.
“Or nothing,” Piggy murmured almost inaudibly. Kermit was almost distracted from his angst, but it tugged at him one time.
“I think—I think it’s going to be okay tomorrow. Our fans will…they won’t have forgotten….” He trailed off, wistful.
Piggy voice was soft but firm. “Our fans are beside themselves with excitement. They can’t wait. We’re probably going to find rabid bloggers in our shrubbery in the morning.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” she insisted. “No matter what else is going on in the world, our fans can’t get enough of you and…whatever it is you do.”
“I’m the, um, the MC, the host,” he said indignantly. “I’m the one driving this flying umbrella!”
“You’re the captain,” Piggy suggested.
“Darn tootin,” said Kermit.
“Mon Capitan,” Piggy murmured. He turned to find her gazing up at him. It was such a short distance, to lean down and kiss her, that Kermit really had no choice but to do so. It worked so wonderfully well, he did it again, and all his cares and concerns melted away. It was going to be fine.
Just fine.

 

[The Count]

*Waves arm crazily like Mr. T. Frog. Yay! Not only do we get a new Muppet Show-ish special on the morrow (or whichever platform you have to be able to watch it), but we got another oneshot from Aunt Ru!

Rabbid bloggers in the shrubs? Eh, just feed them some carrots and they'll settle down.

Yes, he gets paid the big bucks. Because if he got paid the little bucks they'd be trampling all over the place with their miniature hoofprints.

Remind me to send Scooter some birdseed if he runs out after feeding the insurance agent.

Thanks for posting, and good luck to all the Muppets who'll be part of the new special.