We need the old Kermit: Full Edition

Chapter 14

Miss Piggy had intended to come down for breakfast. But when she found a note under her door, and she read the note, she knew she wouldn’t be able to.

Foo Foo stretched, climbed out of her doggy bed, and jumped onto the vanity, where Miss Piggy was sitting. Miss Piggy smiled a little at the dog.

“Oh, Foo Foo,” she said. “Whatever shall moi do about your Da Da?”

“Ruff!” Foo Foo said. She pushed Miss Piggy’s stationary set into the middle of the vanity. “Arf!”

Miss Piggy smiled a little more. “What a splendid idea, Foo Foo!” She picked up her pen. “If Kermie can leave moi a note, moi can leave him a note!” She put her pen to her paper, hesitated, and turned to Foo Foo. “But... what shall moi write?”

Foo Foo didn’t seem to know.

There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” Miss Piggy shouted angrily.

“It’s Scooter!”

“Scooter?” She got up and opened the door a crack.

“Don’t you want your breakfast?” Scooter asked.

“Well, Scooter... um...” Then she saw that he was holding a tray of food for her. She took it from him. “Thank you, Scooter,” she said with a smile, and she closed the door.

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That afternoon, Robin carried another tray of food up to Kermit’s room and knocked on the door.

Kermit had been sitting on his bed. He got up, knowing it was probably Robin, and went to let his nephew in. But he noticed something. He bent down and picked up a note that someone had slid under his door. It smelled like Miss Piggy’s perfume. He looked at it curiously, and opened the door.

Robin came in. “I brought you some lunch, Uncle Kermit!” he said.

Kermit nodded and closed the door. They sat on his bed, and Kermit set the note on his nightstand before taking the tray of food.

“What’s that?” Robin asked when he saw the note.

Kermit just shook his head and started to eat. Robin tried to make a little conversation, but no matter what he talked about, Kermit would just nod or shake his head. By the time his uncle finished eating, Robin felt like he was just talking to a tombstone. He sighed as he took the tray from his uncle’s lap. “Uncle Kermit?” he said. Kermit looked at him. Robin shook his head. “Never mind,” he said, and he headed to the door.

Kermit got up and quickly followed him, kneeling down in front of his nephew. “Robin?” he said.

Robin looked up. It was the first time he had heard his uncle’s voice since the fight. “Yes, Uncle Kermit?”

There was absolutely no emotion in Kermit’s face or voice. “Thank you,” he said.

Robin put the tray down and hugged his uncle. “You’re welcome, Uncle Kermit,” he said.

Kermit gently pushed his nephew away. Robin picked up the tray and hurried away, holding back tears. Kermit closed the door, sat on his bed, and read the note.

Dearest Kermie,

I’m sorry, too.

Kissy kissy, Miss Piggy.

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Kermit did not leave his room again, except to go to the bathroom, and then only when almost no one was around. Robin brought him all his meals, trying all the time to get him to talk, at least a little. But Kermit never spoke a word.

Miss Piggy was always at the table for meals, and she continued to rehearse on the front porch and collect money with the others. But conversations with her were very strained, and usually forced.

And all the while, tension in the Muppet Boarding House was running high. Everyone was worried about Kermit, the show, and the theater. But mostly about Kermit.

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“Lemonade!” the frog scouts shouted. “Twenty-five cents! Lemonade!”

“Excuse me, sir!” Robin said. “Would you like to buy some lemonade?”

The balding man was in his early seventies, with a gray beard and mustache. He was in a hurry, but it was hot outside, and the lemonade was cold... well, he could be a little late. He handed Robin a quarter and took a cup of lemonade.

“Thank you!” Robin called after the man.

“You’re welcome!” the man called over his shoulder as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. “Hello, Jim? It’s Jerry. I’ll be a little late...”

Robin watched the man, curious, and turned to one of the other scouts. “Hey Norman,” he said, “Did that guy look familiar to you?”

Norman thought about it. “No, not really,” he said. “Why?” 

“I don’t know,” Robin said. “He looks kind of familiar to me.”

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The casually dressed young man with shaggy brown hair carefully examined the ring, holding up to various lights and looking through all sorts of lenses. Miss Piggy tapped her foot impatiently and read his nametag. “Eric,” was it? Well, she had already given this “Eric” a piece of paper certifying that the turquoise was real. Wasn’t that good enough?

“Well miss,” Eric said, “This is quite the ring you have here. Are you sure you want to sell it?”

“Of course,” Miss Piggy said. “It’s hideous. My mother gave it to me. Moi have been looking for a way to get rid of it for years. Besides, would moi even be here if moi wanted to keep it?”

Eric smiled. “True,” he said. “Alright, I can give you $800 for it.”

“A thousand,” Miss Piggy said.

“Eight fifty,” he said.

“Nine fifty,” she said.

“Nine hundred,” he said.

“Deal,” she said.

He handed her the money and she left the store, wondering why Eric almost looked a little familiar.