Muppets Treasure Island x Reader

theres gotta be something better than this for me

The bar was close to closing time, but it was still full of life. All of the patrons sat around the fire, sharing stories about their great adventures.

I continued my work, and started wiping down a dirty table. I brushed my forehead with the back of my hand, ridding it from sweat. That's when a certain story caught my attention.

"Oh, aye. Fifteen men went ashore that day, and only Flint, his own self, returned."

The clearly drunk man stood over the fire, his hand, which supported his body, rested on the stone fireplace.

"Oh, aye, and the old Flinty, up and died afore they could get back to that cursed island and dig up the treasure."

The man started to circle the room, pointing his finger out to nobody in particular.

"No one knows to this day who has old Flints map."

The man sat down, taking another sip of his drink before returning to his story. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone knew what he was going to say.

"Now isn't that a story worth hearing?" The entire bar said in unison.

"It was the first dozen times we heard it." A pig muttered, leaning over to his friend, as they shared a smirk.

"I'll drink to that." The friend said, a laugh escaping his mouth.

"But who has the map now, huh?" Asked the man, standing from his chair. "Some black-hearted, squid-suckin' buccaneer? Or maybe it's our very own Jim Hawkins? Eh, Jimmy?

The entire bar laughed as Jim placed two dirty mugs in the sink. Jim let out a chuckle, taking two new and full mugs.

"If I had it, my friends and I wouldn't be here serving you rum, Mr. Bones." Jim walked to the crowd, placing the two mugs down in front of two men.

"That's right! We'd be out searching for that treasure, sailing the seven seas on a five-year mission, boldly going where no man has gone before! Say, that's catchy." Gonzo said, his voice full of passion.

I let out a small laugh, the thought was nice. But I knew it would be hard to escape this place. "I think an adventure could do us some good." I add, Jim and Gonzo nod with a bright smile.

My smaller friend, Rizzo, chuckles. He wets a rag and starts to wipe down a table. "Not me. If I had that treasure map, I'd be tradin' it for a decent meal." Rizzo looks down at the table, a half eaten piece of bread lay on the plate. Rizzo leans over to Gonzo, "hey, Gonzo, you think he's gonna eat this?"

"Aye! Beware the one-legged man! He's the one to fear!" Mr. Bones says, taking another swig of his drink.

"Don't worry, Captain. We'll watch for him." Jim says, brushing off the drunk man, and wiping his hands with a rag.

"Yeah, I'll watch for him... if he's delivering a pizza." Rizzo chuckles to himself, satisfied with his joke.

Mr. Bones takes his empty mug, and places it over Rizzo. "Even old Flinty feared him. If he comes pokin' 'round here, you run for me whippety-quick!"

"If we see him, we'll tell you." Jim retorts, sending me a look.

I laugh, and walk over to Rizzo, who's still under Mr. Bones mug. He lets out a few yells of terror before I lift the mug from atop of him.

"Yeah. One leg, three heads, couple dozen noses, if anything weird happens-" Before Gonzo could finish his sentence, Mr. Bones grabs his nose, pulling it. "And it'll be nay jokin' matter, hose nose! The one-legged man brings death!" Mr. Bones pushed Gonzo away, causing his chair to fall backwards. I quickly run to Gonzo's rescue, and grab his chair before it could hit the floor.