Muppet Oneshots + Drabbles

Broken Knee

Floyd and Dr. Teeth are in the park and Floyd falls. They hurt their leg and brush it off as a scrape. They start walking again and Floyd hisses as the pain radiates through their body. Dr. Teeth picks up Floyd bridal style and sets them down on a bench where they then check Floyd's leg. Floyd's leg is turning an ugly deep purple color and is starting to swell. Floyd protests but Dr. Teeth takes them to the hospital where Floyd's knee is deemed dislocated. Floyd has been given some really strong painkillers and is loopy but all is fine... until a really hot doctor walks into the room. Floyd doesn't have a filter and flirts with the doctor, much to Dr. Teeth's dismay. What happens next is up to you.

"FLOYD! GET YOUR BUTT OUTSIDE OR I'M LEAVIN' YA!"

"GIVE ME A SECOND, TEETH! Animal, gimme my shoe!" Floyd yanks his shoe out of the drummer's mouth with a huff. He and Dr. Teeth were supposed to be going to the park today and Animal was making the situation more difficult than needed. He was wearing jean shorts, a deep green shirt, and one sneaker, the other being in Animal's jaws.

"Animal, drop!" he yells before falling on his back roughly. The sound of Animal running out of the room travels to his ears. One of these days he's gonna end up in the hospital from Animal. He slips on the shoe and runs outside to his partner. The sun was warm against his skin and he could spot a few clouds drifting slowly against the sky.

"Took ya long enough," Dr. Teeth retorts with a smile spread on his face. Floyd quickly whacks his arm with a teasing grin. The good doctor was wearing a button-up with a vest, shorts, sandals, and his signature hat on his head.

"Ya know how Animal is, man. Everything's a game to him," he laughs as they begin their walk to the park. Two(2) blocks later, they arrive at the park. Plenty of families with kids were at the playground along with a few dogs on their walks. The couple stays on the sidewalk path around the area, making small talk and exchanging a few pecks in the cheek.

"Hey, Floyd, look at those kids".

"What about 'em?"

"Would it be nice to get a kid?"

"Why? Animal's already too much to handle". Dr. Teeth rubs his thumb on Floyd's knuckles. Before anyone can talk, a sheepdog runs into Floyd's right leg. The bassist falls forward, landing hard on his knee and a strange pop sound emits. He groans quietly at the impact as Dr. Teeth helps him stand.

"Woah, that was some fall. You alright?" Floyd nods, claiming it as a small scrape while a young boy runs up to them, calling out the sheepdog's name. The dog runs back to him instantly, dropping a stick on the way.

"I'm so sorry, mister! He saw a squirrel and I didn't have a good grip!" the boy exclaims, grabbing onto the leash of the canine. The dog begins to run off again just as the musicians assured him that it was fine, pulling the boy with him.

"Man, not as rough as Animal," Floyd chuckles out as he takes a step. Pain shoots through his leg and body as he loses his balance once more. His partner grabs him again, watching the injured leg hover over the ground.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, like I said, probably just a scrape". He tries to walk again when the same feeling washes over him once more. Figuring it to be more than a scrape, Dr. Teeth picks up Floyd in a bridal style and finds a nearby bench, setting him down. A quick push back of the shorts fabric shows the damage, a swollen knee turning a dark purple and definitely not in the right place. Gently holding the area even caused pain.

"Jeez, that musta been some fall. Looks broken," Dr. Teeth comments, lightly pressing the area. Floyd lets out a loud hiss, his nails digging into his palms. He hoped that it wouldn't need a lotta medical care, but the doctor's face said everything.

"Wish I had a little tolerance for pain though... Hurts like Hell- Woah! Hey! What're ya doin'?" Floyd asks as two arms pick up the bassist and hurry back home to the van. If Dr. Teeth were in even more shock, he would've run a red light or two. Of course, Floyd couldn't be bothered about a speeding ticket, but hospitals were a different story. Memories of close calls with a depressed Zoot and Lips being run over by a certain Whatever's motorcycle flash into his mind. His partner must've seen his distraught and parks the van in a spot.

"Oh no no no no..."

"Floyd? Listen to me," Dr. Teeth begins, "That injury ain't lookin' good and the doctor's are gonna need to look at it. It might hurt or it might not, but no one's gonna have a near death experience. I'll be with ya, alright?" Floyd looks at him and nods before they walk into the building. Most of the trip was a blur, but he did catch the doctor saying that his knee was dislocated. A large dose of medicine and the pop of a bone later, Floyd is a bit loopy and tired.

"Heyyyyy, Teeth?"

"Hm?"

"I love ya sooooo much..." Dr. Teeth smiles and nuzzles his face with a smile. The door opening grabs their attention, revealing a doctor who, in Floyd's loopy state, looked really nice.

"Heyyy. Have I seen you 'round? 'Cause ya look real cute". Obviously, there was no filter on his words and the doctor had left a few moments later (his name was called over the intercom). Floyd lazily looks around the room, unaware of what he had said. Dr. Teeth looked at him with a sigh. He's not one to worry, but that remark made him wonder.

"Floyd?"

"Uh, yeah...?"

"You still love me, right?"

"Of course I do! You's my boyfriend...! Ain't never loved anyone as much as ya!" Floyd had half of his face pressed against the pillow, staring at the good doctor with tired eyes. His arms reach out to hug Dr. Teeth's arm before the medicine had completely knocked him out. A hand gently runs through his mustache, smoothing out tangles and red fly-aways. It would be a few minutes later when he's released with some medicine and instructions about his knee. Once home, Animal and Zoot stayed by his side on the couch, Zoot more resting than watching. When he woke up, he found some soup and a glass of water on the coffee table.

"Rise 'n shine, Fire-Hair," Dr. Teeth greets from next to him. He looks over, grabbing the soup, and sits up. A worried look was faintly seen in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing-"

"Leon..." That tone always made him shiver. Someone so small could really make even the toughest man fess up to anything.

"Do ya remember anything?"

"Other than my knee? Not really. Why? What's wrong?"

"While you were dosed up on medicine, you, uh, flirted with the doctor a bit..." Dr. Teeth shifted in his seat, feeling a bit stupid that he's worked up about something like that. Floyd reaches over and lays a hand on his shoulder.

"Imma be honest with ya, Teeth, I don't really remember that, but you're not one to get worried like this. It's my fault, honest. Well, the drugged-up version of myself," he replies, laughing a bit at the end. His usual smile settles on the keyboardist's face before urging Floyd to get some food in his system.

"So... Uh, dislocated knee?"

"Yup, doc said no putting pressure on it for a while".

"That means more time with you".

"If the Frog lets me, Fire-Hair~"