Fan Fic - And what is on the other side...?

[Beauregard]

Hi! Folowing in Beth C's footsteps, I've decided to try my hand at a fan-fic myself. So here is 'And what is on the other side?'

Rating: PG

Story: Robin wants to know what is on the other side of the rainbow, but there's only one Muppet who knows, and he ain't talking.

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Hingo! Flowing in Ceth B's smelly-sock-steppings, decided fan-fictionalisation writing a. 'Other side, on the, whataloader?'

Ranting: GP

Storigold: Robin rainbow colourycolours other side, what is? idn out, no talking zone...?

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And what is on the other side...?

Gonzo ducked through the low hanging branches of the thick forest, and glanced worriedly from side to side. Any minute now the evil Comedian of Death could, and would, appear. Beside him Kermit kept his bulgy eyes firmly fixed on the other side of the trees, where the lovely Lady of Shallotte would enter.

The gloomy glen they were stood in was wide and roomy. Above them a moon painted against the backdrop of stars glimmered and flashed warningly. “Get out, while you can,” the stars seemed to say.

“GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!” a loud voice boomed from the forest.

“No way!” Kermit said. “I’m not going until the Lady of Shallotte is by my side.” Kermit raised his sward and it reflected the light in bright flashes.

“Oh Kermie! I mean, Oh Lancelot!” said Miss Piggy. “How romantic. Voi, saving moi!”

“I thought Annie was the Lady of Shallotte,” Gonzo said, in an aside to Kermit.

“Obviously not,” Kermit whispered back. “My lady,” he said, bowing low. “We should leave these demented woods.”

“NOT SO FAST!” came the booming voice again. “I, FOZZWACKA, THE EVIL COMEDIAN OF DEATH WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!” Fozzie entered the stage, dressed in a long black cloak, and a wide brimmed hat. “The Pig Porky will stay here with me.”

Miss Piggy drew herself up to her fullest height. “I shall never marry you!” she said.

“I never asked you to,” Fozzie replied. “Ah, wocka, wocka. You are obviously thinking along the same lines as me though. Now will you marry me?”

“I already saod ‘No!’ dumb, dumb.”

Kermit’s, or rather, Lancelot’s sward flashed through the air, and Fozzie jumped back, tripping and falling onto the stage floor.

Everyone in the audience leaned forward and took a deep breath. What would happen now? Even Stadler and Waldorf were entranced by the show.

Then there was another booming sound. “AR-HOOOOO!” It came from off stage, where Beauregard had let go of a rope, to blow his nose. Unfortunately, the rope he had been, up until that point, holding was attached to a large backdrop at the back of the stage.

The result was that just as Lancelot and the Comedian of Death, slammed their large, but fake, swards together, a backdrop of a mid-city flower-garden fell from above, in turn knocking over one of the large forest Set-Pieces, which colapsed forward, knocking down the smaller tree set-pieces, which knocked Gonzo into Kermit, who fell against Fozzie, who tripped and fell against Miss Piggy knocking her off the edge of the stage, into the band-pit.

As she landed on Ralph’s piano, it shattered beneath her bulk, and one of the keys hit into the cymbal, which made Animal jump backwards, knocking the saxophone flying from Zoot’s fingers, out into the front row of the crowd.

As happens, this particular night, an old lady was sat knitting in the front row, and she was knocked over backwards as the sax hit her. The only problem (or rather, one of many problems) was that as she fell backwards, her chair went with her, and her chair was attached to the chairs on either side so those tipped over too…

And so from one sneeze backstage, within seconds the compete and entire audience lying on its back, covered in chairs and kicking its collective feet in the air, as the various audience members struggled to get up. In fact, the only people still upright were Stadler and Waldorf.

“Well, Waldorf,” Stadler said. “I said this show was going down hill.”

“Doh! Ho! Ho! Ho!”

*****

LATER….

“Uncle Kermit, Uncle Kermit.”

Kermit gave his young nephew a weary smile, and shifted his weight from one foot to another. “Not now Robin.”

“But Uncle Kermit, I wanted…”

“I said not now. Can’t you see I’m busy? I’ve got an angry pig, a gleeful whatever, an upset bear, and a mad audience to deal with this evening.” Kermit shook his head and picked up the phone. Beep. Beep. Beep. He quickly dialled in the numbers. “Er, hi, is that Miss Snaperwhip? Yeah, yeah, this is Kermit the Frog, I was just calling to say how sorry I am that….Yeah, I know, but it wasn’t my fault it….yeah, ok then. See you agai-“

Kermit sighed. “She hung up on me. They’ve all done that so far.”

“Kermit, can I talk to you now?”

“No, Robin. I told you, I’m busy.”

Beep. Beep. Beep. “Hello Dame Lynda? No, DAME Lynda. Hello? Hello?”

Robin wrinkled up his face, and walked away. Why couldn’t his uncle give him just a few mintues. He just had one question. Maybe Piggy would know…

*****

Miss Piggy’s door was covered in pink hearts, and yellow stars. Robin approached it nervously and tapped twice. From inside he heard a sound of something, or someone, tripping onto the floor, and then, “I’m very mad at the moment, whoever that is, do not mess with me.”

“Ok. I’ll go away then.”

“Wait! Kermie!” There was a multiplicity of bolts undone and then the door opened, to reveal Miss Piggy, her hair was a bit of a mess, but other than that, you wouldn’t have known she had been brained by a stage tree, and fallen into the orchestra-pit. “Kerm--- Robin?”

“Hi Piggy.”

“But, but, I thought you were Kermit.”

“Oh, sorry. I guess my voice is changing as I get older.” Robin gave a half laugh. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you, what is…?”

Miss Piggy interrupted him, by looked conspiratly up and down the hallway, and then leaning close. “Robin, honey, can you do something for me?”

“Sure, Miss Piggy, but I wanted…”

“Ok. Go to your uncle and tell him that I am veeeery angry. And that you think a little dinner would calm me, and make everything triddly-how again.”

“Can you just answer….” The door slammed shut. “…my question?” Robin finished. “No. Maybe not.”

*****

Camilla nodded her beaked head up and down, as she listened to Gonzo. “Burk, burc.”

“No, no,” Gonzo said. “It was a tree. Can you imagine that?”

It was much later now, and they had all returned home to the boarding house. In the corner Rowlf was tinkling out a little melody on a piano. Bunsen and Beaker were down in the laboratory, evidenced by the wisps of red smoke flowing up through the floorboards of the living room.

Sam was in his room, Gonzo was talking, Fozzie was trying to find some good First Aid jokes for his next routine. Floyd and Janice were busy. Animal was practising his drums with Dr Teeth, and Scooter was away at his uncle’s. There was no one for Robin to talk to at the moment.

He sighed deeply, and sat down on the sofa and flicked through the television channels. Nothing on worth watching. The channel had decided not to air that night’s show.

After a few minutes Rowlf joined him on the sofa. “What’s up little fella?” he asked. “You’re looking very green tonight.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “I’ve got this question, but no one’s listening to me.”

Rowlf scratched one floppy ear. “I’m listening,” he said. “What’s the question?”

“Well. I was watching our Muppet Movie again, and I was wonderin’. What is on the other side?”

“The other side?”

“Of the rainbow. You know, ‘why are there so many song about rainbows, and what’s on the other side?’”

“Oh. That.”

Robin looked around the room, and then his attention refocused on Rowlf. “Well?”

Rowlf crossed his legs, and leant back against eh back of the sofa. “It’s kind of hard to answer, you know.”

“Why?”

“Because, Robin, I don’t know.”

Robin was amazed, and said so. “Wow. I’m amazed. I thought, with you being the oldest Muppet and all…”

Rowlf shook his head. “Nope,” he said. “I really don’t know. But I know someone who does.”

“Really? Who? How?”

“How does he know?” Rowlf said. “Because, little Robin, he’s been there.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Feedback please:

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Foodfeeder Porfavor:

[SarahFraggle]

go ahead Beau finish it I want to hear the rest of it. :D

[HeraLirambar]

"Evil Comedian of Death!" That's beautiful!
More, please!!!
:boo: wait, that's not right-
:excited:
Okay better.

[Beauregard]

I'll put some more up, probably tonight.

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Tonight late staryskyclappers, put up with it....properlubrium.

[HeraLirambar]

Yay! Can't wait! :)

[Beauregard]

Wait no more

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Wait zip, zero, little time...

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Beauregard walked along the dark back ally, kicking an empty beer can in front of him. “Great, just great,” he thought. “This time I’ve really messed up.”

Kermit hadn’t spoken to him since the ‘incident’ back-stage, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him back at the boarding house. A light drizzle pored from the cloudy sky, and his brown fur stuck to his skin.

Some life he had out here. Some Rainbow Connection. Not.

He kicked the beer can hard and it bounced along the street, clanging against a metal trashcan. Beau bent down and picked the beer can up. “Who leaves this junk around?” he asked no one in particular. “Well, I guess I’d better get used to it. Once Kermit sacks me, I’ll have to get some kind of job. Maybe a road sweeper would do.”

He opened the lid of the trashcan and tossed it inside. “Hey!” said a voice from inside. “What’s the big idea?”

“Oscar?” Beau asked, leaning over and taking a look in the trashcan.

“Who else would be living in a trashcan?” Oscar asked.

“I don’t know…I guess. I just thought, you’d be on Sesame Seed Street.”

“What me? On my day off? Nah, I come up here to my holiday home in the big city.”

“I see. I’m sorry I disturbed you.”

“You kidding? Disturbances make my grumpy, and I LOVE to be grumpy. Right?”

“Sure. Yeah. Sorry anyway.”

“Well. Good day to you too,” Oscar said, and he disappeared back inside, slamming the lid down with a resounding crash.

Beauregard wondered away. “So, did I make him happy or sad?” he asked himself. “And who cares any way?”

Beauregard turned at the sound of a patter of feet. A small green frog was hurrying after him. “Wait up, Mr Beauregard. Hang on a second.”

“Robin Frog? Shouldn’t you be back at the boarding house?”

“Yeah, but Rowlf said he thought you’d come back to the theatre, and you weren’t there, so I was heading back home, and then I saw you talking to a trashcan.”

“You were looking for me? Why would you do that?”

“Because,” Robin said, slowing down and stopping beside him. “Because, you have the answer to one of my big questions.”

“Questions? A test? I’m not good at tests.

“It’s not a test, Mr Beauregard, just a little big question.”

“What question?” Beau asked.

Robin was panting from his little run. “I want to know,” he said, between breaths, “what is on the other side of the rainbow.”

Beauregard sighed and looked at the floor. A thin trickle of sleek rain flowed along the middle of the street. He sighed again. “Robin, little guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t even remember what’s on the other side. I’ve been here too long. And now….I don’t think they’d ever let me go back.”

Robin looked nearly as sad as Beau. “Why not?” he asked, in a small whisper.

“Because,” Beau said, “I’ve messed up big time now.”

*****

The classy clientele of the supposedly-expensive restaurant weaved and danced around the room, as the glistening chandeliers and disco balls reflected and refracted the light into all corners of the room. Miss Piggy sat opposite Kermit, and drank from a glass of ‘champagne’. “Isn’t it a lovely evening, Kermie. Everything is so, triddly-how.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kermit said, taking a spoonful of strawberry jam and spreading it across the yellow scone on his plate.

“Oh Kermie. You look preoccupied. What’s up with vous?”

Kermit shrugged, and set his knife back down on the white silk tablecloth. “I’m a bit worried about Beau.”

“Me? Voi is worried about moi?”

“No, no. Not You. Beau.”

“Oh. Him.”

“Yeah. Him.”

Piggy frowned. “Why would you worry about him? He ruined our show tonight. And just when it was getting, oh, dramatic, and Romantic.” Piggy’s gaze flickered away from Kermit, as if she was looking at a distant memory, and then she leant closer to him and took his had. “What was your lie again?”

Kermit scrunched up his face. “Piggy!”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Kerm-ie. So, tell me, why are you worried about Beau?”

“I don’t know, I guess,” Kermit replied. “I just didn’t get a chance to talk to him after the show. I was so busy calling angry audience members.”

“But why would you talk to him anyway, the little creep?”

“Because, Piggy, he’s probably worried that I’m going to be mad with him.”

“Sure. But you are, right?”

Kermit shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know weather I can be mad, when he’s so, so sad.”

*****

Beauregard sat on the edge of his bed, and dried his head with a towel. Rain, rain, go away…

Robin was sat in front of his on a stool. He was looking up at Beau with an excited gleam in his eye. “Can you tell me more about it?” he asked.

Beau shook his head. “It’s not something I like to talk about, Robin.”

“But it’s your home, isn’t it? I don’t understand, but, but I want to understand.”

“It, was, my home. It isn’t my home any more.” Beauregard lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, hoping that Robin would just go away. He didn’t want to talk to anyone at the moment. Certainly not Robin. And not about his home.

Robin walked around the bed, and hopped up on. “Please,” he said.

“Please what.”

“Please tell me.”

“No.”

Beauregard turned over away from Robin, but he circled him and sat down in front of his face.

“Please.”

Beauregard sat up. “No! I can’t, don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?” Robin asked. He sounded near tears. All he wanted was a straight answer.

“Because I don’t belong there. And I can’t even really remember it any more. Ok? I can’t go back, so why should I think abou’d it?”

“Thanks,” Robin said, hopping off the bed. “That’s all I needed to know.” He gave Beau a smile, and hopped out of the room, and headed downstairs.

In the living room Rowlf was at the piano again. Robin stopped beside him, and Rowlf turned round. “Well?” Rowlf asked.

“Well nothin’. He won’t talk about it.”

“Why not?”

Robin didn’t answer at first, and then he said, “I don’t know exactly. But, I am going to find out.”


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To be continued...

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Continuing neartimeforasstickerload...

[Whatever]

I love it! You're a fabulous writer! You do have a fixtation on Beau and Oscar talking, don't you? Seems like that happened in the Muppet diary role play...

[Beauregard]

Yeah, I guess.

Anyway, I'll post some more sometime, probably not till Sunday afternoon now...Have to go out all tomorrow. (And I have to write some more...)

Annnyway, I'd better get on with something...

[HeraLirambar]

Ooh, the suspense is killing me! *Countsdown to Sunday*

[Beauregard]

Ok, ok, I know I said Sunday, but I just sat down at wrote section 4, which frees me up to post part 3 today.

Here is:

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Beauregard sat at the little wooden desk in his bedroom, and opened the drawer that hadn’t been opened for many years. It stuck, and creaked as he pulled it open. Finally it popped out completely and fell from his grasp onto the floor, spreading small, leather-bound diaries in all directions.

Beauregard quickly swept them together in his arms and shoved them all under his fluffy pillows. Then he put the drawer back, locked his door, and climbed into bed with his lamp on. It would take him a while to read through them all….

Dear Diary,

Wow. It’s been a great day today. Up early and out of bed in time for waffles and syrup for breakfast. Gosh, it’s great having the summer holidays in the summer, because here everyday is summer.

Today me and dad are going fishing in the orange lake. Maybe we’ll catch something large and hairy for supper. Yum! Hope Mum’s ready for us, we’ll be back in no time, and there’ll be plenty of hairy fish to gut and cook. Whoopie!

Beauregard


Beauregard’s eyes teared as he read that diary entry. Not because it was sad, it wasn’t, but because he knew what was coming next.


Dear Diary,

I’m worried. I can’t find dad anywhere. I asked Mum and she said she hadn’t a clue where he was. I said we were going fishing and she said, “Not anymore son.” Where is he? Is he hiding from me?

Beauregard

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Dear Dear Diary,

What does Grow mean? I overheard Mum talking. She said to Miss Nancy that Dad and her had argued because he wanted me to grow. Now he’s gone. Is that my fault?

Beauregard

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Dear Diary,

Yes, it’s me again. I have another question, not that you can answer it, since you’re, well, a diary, and don’t have answers. What is “Outside World?” And what is a Rainbow? And where is dad? Mum told Miss Nancy that dad had gone to Outside World through the Rainbow. What was she talking about?

Beau

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Diary Notes:

It’s been what seems like forever dad left, but I don’t know exactly how long that is, since we don’t have any way to measure time, do we? Anyway. Today, he came back and, well, he just came back, but he seems wrong somehow. Do you know what I mean?

He has suddenly got grey hair. Strange, isn’t it. And he walks with a stick. Mum wasn’t pleased to see him, and neither was the town council. They say he’s “Let them down, and broken all the rules.”

Weird, isn’t it?

Beau

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Dear Diary,

Dad was talking to me this evening. He told me that I have to leave this town. I don’t know why myself, but he says that the reason is that if I don’t I will always be a child and never be a man like him. Why would I want to be?

Anyway, he told me that the only way to get out of this land beyond the Rainbow is to break through the dark indigo of our cloudless sky. How I’ll do that, I don’t know, and why?

Beauregard.

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Diary Notes:

Tonight is the night. Over the last few, well, ages, I’ve been building a contraption that will send me into the sky, if I fall down I might die, but I have to get out of here. Right?

I need to know what’s on the other side of the Rainbow.

Whatever a Rainbow is….

Beauregard

*****

Robin climbed out of his bed, and pulled a rucksack down from his bedside shelf. Inside was pretty much everything he would need: flashlight, notebook, camera (Gonzo’s), Food (stolen from the Chef’s kitchen), and lots and lots of chocolate.

Only one thing more to do…

Robin slipped the rucksack onto his shoulders and snuck down the stairway, through the living room, and down into Bunsen and Beaker’s Laboratory. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to be in there, on his own, but this was something that had to be done.

He walked past the bubbling and steamy potions, and pulled the thick index book off of one of the cluttered shelves. He opened it, and ran his finger down the page.

“1. Apple-into-apple pie-mobile. 2. Awful-smell-creator. 3. Azzwazzwerbingo.”

Robin turned the page. “None of those,” he said.

“7. Banana-sketch-ruiner (broken). 8. Baskerville-hound-transporter. 12. Broken-toy-mender.”

“Nope. None of them either.” Robin skipped through to the middle of the book.

“31. Micro-shrinker. 32. McDonald-milkshake-into-cottage cheese.” He skipped a few more pages. “50. Paper clips, edible.” Another couple of pages. “66. Rainbow maker.”

“Yes!” Robin said. This was what he was looking for. He checked the cupboard number. “Cupboard 345, drawer, down-a-bit.”

Robin ran across the room to the library of cupboards. “443, 344, 345! Yes!”

He pulled the cupboard open and rummaged through old chicken feathers, a large lump of heard cheese, several socks, and an old sticky sweat, until he found a small round device marked, “Do not use.”

He pressed the large red button on one side, and a rainbow appeared, starting at the round device, and ending on the floor nearby.

“Great!” Robin said. “Now, all I have to do is jump through.”

He closed his eyes. Held his breath, and dived through the rainbow, disappearing in a glisten of colours and shapes into nothingness.

And just after he disappeared, the device shivered, shook, and then exploded.


TO BE CONTINUED....

[Beth C]

All I can say is.. Wow.

Great job Beau! I'm glad I'm not the only one posting now. I didn't see much fan fic and that is one reason I started posting my story.

But yours is great too.. you really have a talent for it and I LOVE Robin!!!

Very well done, I can't wait for more!

~Beth C

[SarahFraggle]

wonderful Beau excellant!!!! :D :excited: :)

[Beauregard]

Hey, thanks.

[Beauregard]

Part four for your reading:

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Part fourty river-reeds would you please:

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FOUR YEAR’S BEFORE THE BEGINING OF THIS STORY

“But can it be done?” Beauregard asked.

Beaker tut-tutted, meeped a couple of times, and walked around the edge of the Muppet’s Lab’s desk. “Meep, meeper, meep, meepy,” he said.

Beauregard sighed, and folded up the diagrams he had laid out on the desk. It was so simple. Why couldn’t Beaker do it for him? After all, he could make edible paper-clips, and turn gold into cottage-cheese. Why not this?

“Meeper, meep, meepy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beau said. “You already said that.”

Beaker pointed at one of the tubes of steamy bubbling red liquid. “Meepy, meeper, mou.”

“Yes, but why not this?”

“Meep, meepyous.”

“To dangerous?”

“Meep!”

“Oh well,” Beauregard sighed and looked down at the dusty floor. It was covered in little black hole from acidic spillages. “But Beaker, I have to. Please, can’t you try?”

“Moop.”

Beauregard kicked the desk with his foot, and then hopped up and down. “Ow, ow, ow…” he said, and Beaker laughed.

“That’s all I’m good at, isn’t it?” Beau said aloud without meaning to, “Making people laugh at how stupid I am.” He thumped his fist down on the folded diagrams.

“Fine,” he said. “If you won’t help, Beaker, I’ll take it to the top.”

*****

“Excuse me Kermit.”

Kermit looked up from the weekly report he was working on. “Yes, Beau. What can I do for you?”

Beauregard gulped. “I work hard, right?”

“Er, yeah. Is that all, because I’m kind’a busy…?” Kermit indicated the pile of props he had to put away, the report he had to write out for his brother, (Robin’s father), and the menu he had to go through for the dinner he had reluctantly agreed to go to with Piggy.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Kermit turned back to the report. “No, no. It’s fine. I don’t mind…”

“Ok then. Can you do me a favour?”

“What?” Kermit looked back up. “Beau? Are you still here?”

“Yeah, I thought you said…?”

“Er, yes, but I didn’t mean it. Can you go ask someone else? As I said, I’m busy, and you, listen, Beau, you’re not even a star. You’re just a stage hand. I have enough on my plate with Piggy, at the moment.”

Beau’s face fell. “Ok,” he said. “No problem. I’ll just…go away. Thanks for your time.” He turned and wondered away from the desk, the diagrams slipping from his brown paws onto the floor.

A few minutes later, Beaker walked through the backstage. He stepped on the diagram rolls, and looked down. “Meeep, meeper,” he said, and picked them up. He stuffed them into the pocket of his lab coat and walked off.

*****

Bunsen fixed the spinning plate to the back of the rotating disk, and slotted the cheese grater into place. “Er, yes, Beaker, what can I do for you? Can you pass me the thingamyjig?”

“Meeper, mop, meepy.”

“No, not that one, the other one, thanks. Sorry, what was that? Did you say, ‘Beauregard?’ What about him?”

Beaker nodded that yes, he had said ‘Beauregard’, and then passed Bunsen the double barrelled riffle with the knife and fork twisted around its handle. He preferred not to ask what such things were used for. “Meeping meeps,” he said.

“Upset? Oh dear. Hey, Beeks, could you hand me that Grease? No, no, the movie, yes that’s it, thanks.”

Beaker handed him a copy of Grease, and Bunsen started pulling the tape out from inside, wrapping it around his new devise to hold it together. “Meep, meep, meep, mee, mee, mou, mee, meep, mou, mou, mee.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, so you couldn’t do it.”

Beaker shook his head sadly. “Meep, meep, mou.”

“Never mind. Hand me the rag. Thank you.” Bunsen wiped his fingers, and walked around to the front of the engine. “Hand me that banana.”

“Meep mee?”

“What for? I’m going to eat it you stupid assistant.”

“Meep, meep, meeeee.”

“I see.” Bunsen bent over and stuck his head under the machine. “Hand me the wire, Beaker. Did you say you still have his diagrams?”

“Meep, meep.” Beaker pulled the rolls out of his pocket, and handed them to Bunsen.

Bunsen took his head out from under the machine, and looked over them. “Not too bad,” he said. “Pretty good drawings. Just needs changing, here, here, and here, oh and here, there, and over there.” Bunsen sat down and started scribbling furiously on Beauregard’s design. “A little tweak there, and a fiddle that round there, and bingo!” He handed the papers back to Beaker.

“Meep! Meep!”

“Yes, of course that would work. Now where’s that wire? Oh there. Would you plug this wire into the plug?”

Bunsen handed the banana to Beaker instead of the wire by mistake, then he took a bite, out of the wire. “Chewy banana this,” he said, as Beaker plugged the actual banana into the socket.

There was a loud bang and the smell of banana fritters, and smoke filled the Muppet Lab.

“Oh well,” Bunsen could be heard saying over Beaker’s coughs. “At least we now know that bananas make excellent electricity conductors.”

*****

Beauregard sat on the rough wooden porch of the Muppet Boarding House with his head in his hands. So far, nothing had gone right. Would it ever? He had no idea…

[Party_Animal]

wonderful, I seem to be repeating myself though I can't seem to think of anything else. :excited:

[SarahFraggle]

wonderful, I seem to be repeating myself though I can't seem to think of anything else. :excited:
I'm sorry that was me, I wasn't paying attention and used my sisters name. :o

[Beth C]

*Falls down on floor laughing*

*Reads the part about Beaker and the banana again*

*Laughs again and falls off chair*

Oh man, this is exactly what I needed today. My daughter is going to LOVE this part. She's got like 4 stuffed Beakers already.

Wonderful job, keep the story coming. I canit wait to read more.

~Beth C

[Beauregard]

Hey thanks. I have to write some more though....

Hopefully I'll get some more done this afternoon.

Not sure exactly where this is going though.....

[Beauregard]

Still, FOUR YEARS AGO

*****

“Meep, meep, mou!”

“Do what?” Beau asked.

“Meep, meep, mou!”

“Oh, come with you. Why?”

“Meeping!”

“Show me something? O-K.”

Beauregard put down the hammer, and gave a quick wave to the lady in charge of finishing the changes to the boarding house, before following Beaker through the rubbish filled front room, and down to the all-finished lab located underground, in the old basement.

“Why, Mr Beauregard, sir. I’m so glad you came,” Bunsen said, coming towards him with an outstretched hand. “With just a little tiny few changes to your diagrams and we have created a marvellous Rainbow maker.”

Beauregard’s lower jaw hit the floor. “You actually built my rainbow maker?”

“Oh, yes indeed, but I don’t know that it is entirely safe.”

“But, but, but…”

“Still, we can certainly show you. Just press this red button on the top of the spherical gadget, and poof instant rainbow, and, most importantly, there is not a drop of rain! Go ahead, and press it.”

Beauregard hung back a second and then extended his brown paw. He let it hover above the red button as if touching it would suddenly prove that it was just a dream, and not real. But it was. Beauregard slammed his paw down hard on the button, and a huge graceful arch of a rainbow bloomed through the air.

Beauregard stepped back and stared with awe at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And then, before he could change his mind, he took a running leap and threw himself into the rainbow disappearing with a sparkle of colours and shapes.

*****

Mrs Nancy stood with her hands on her pink hips, and looked up at the indigo sky. “You’re such an old fool,” she said in her cranky voice. “No one is going to fall out of the sky.”

Mr Regard squinted against the violet sun, and had to agree with Mrs Nancy, yet he had felt so sure that the sky was giving him a message. Mrs Regard, threw him a look that told him everything, and then she turned on her heal and marched away followed by Mrs Nancy.

“Oh dear,” Mr Regard said, running a paw through his thick bard, and leaning on his wooden stick. “I guess, life goes on.”

Then he heard a sound like a huge piece of paper being ripped across the middle, and a dark shape covered the sun, before bursting through and falling towards the ground. Finally he could make out the brown shape as being Beauregard. His son was back.

Beauregard fell from the sky and hit into a thick patch of grass in the meadow. He looked up dazedly and his eyes tried to focus on the picture of his father hovering over him. “Gonzo,” Beauregard said, “Would have loved that.”

Then he passed out.

Later, Beauregard, Mr Regard, and Mrs Regard were sat in front of a fast burning wood fire. Mrs Regard was ignoring Mr Regard, but he didn’t care, he was so intent on talking to Beau.

“Tell me,” he said. “Have you enjoyed being out there?”

“Oh yes,” Beau said. “I’m in show business, and…”

The living room door slammed open and Mrs Nancy stood silhouetted against the outside sun. Her face was covered in a vicious glare, and her eyes were flashing. “Indeed you are,” she said. “So, I have seen.”

“You?!” Mr Regard said, jumping up from the chair, and propelling himself across the room towards him with his stick. “What are you doing here?”

Mrs Nancy pushed past him, shoving him out of the way with a flick of her pink wrist. “I’m not talking to you,” she said, and she gave Beau a thick sarcastic smile. “I’m talking to him.” She pointed at him with a red fingernail. “The big failure of Raenbu.”

Beauregard tired to speak, but no words came out. Mr Regard positioned himself between the two of them. “What are you saying, Mrs Nancy?” he asked.

Her gaze struck deep into him. “I thought I said…”

“I don’t care,” Mr Regard shouted. “IF you have something against my son, you take it up with ME!”

“Beautinglroth,” Mrs Nancy said, addressing him. “Is it not true that your father, Mr Tinglroth, served on the Raenbu council before me?”

“Yes, he was very powerful in Raenbu.”

“And are you not aware that I replaced him a long, long time ago?”

“Yes.”

“And are you or are you not aware that I am even more powerful than he was?”

As Mr Beautinglroth Regard looked into Mrs Nancy’s red-lined eyes, he realised that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. She obviously had something against Beauregard, and trying to stop her wouldn’t help.

“Beauregard!” Mrs Nancy said, turning back to him. “Is it not true that where you live now, everyone laughs at you all the time?”

“Not all the time…”

“And am I right in thinking that you had a hugely exciting part in The Great Muppet Caper?”

“Well, I…”

“I thought you played a dumb, thick, dense, unintelligent, dim, brainless, dull, stupid taxi driver? Is that true?”

“I…guess….”

“And did you not get laughed at because of your stupidly stupid little ‘red-hand’ jokes?”

“Yes….”

“Well then, because you have left our town, and because you have not proven yourself worthy of being out there while you were gone, you are being sent by the council back to the other side of the rainbow, and if you ever, ever, ever, set paw in Raenbu again until you have proven yourself worthy to come back, we will KILL YOU!” Mrs Nancy was getting angrier, and angrier, and her last few words left her mouth with drops of spittle that plopped against the stone floor of the house.

Beau looked from Mr Regard, to Mrs Nancy, and then to his mother who returned his gaze without blinking. “Do you really want me to go?” he asked.

“YES!” Mrs Nancy screamed.

“Yes,” his mother said. “Until you prove yourself.”

“Noo!” Beau’s father shouted, but then the council guards burst into the house…

*****

A long time later (at least, to Mr Regard it seemed a long time, but it could have been days or years, no one could tell in Raenbu) Mr Beautinglroth Regard stood staring up at the indigo sky, hoping, wishing, somehow praying that his son would return. One day Beauregard would prove himself worthy. He must. And then he could come back to Raenbu, where he belonged.

It was just then that there was a sound of ripping, and a small green frog fell out of the sky landing onto of Mr Regard. As the two struggled to there feet, Robin grinned.

“Gonzo,” he said, “Would have loved that.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Party_Animal]

Fantastic! :D
“Gonzo,” he said, “Would have loved that.”
hehehe. Great stuff. :crazy:

[Whatever]

Beau, I'm not going to be happy until I find out how this winds up! I love it! :)

[SarahFraggle]

i was hoping that robin would show up soon. :) :D :excited:

[Beebers]

Fabulous.

A thin trickle of sleek rain . . . (chapter two)

nice writing, good imagery, great story through and through.

:cool: :cool: :cool:

[Beauregard]

Hey thanks, Beebers, thanks Whatever, thanks again SaraFraggle, and BabyAnimal

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Beep, thankers, what thanker, again Sara FragFanker, and AabyBinormal.

[Beauregard]

THREE MONTHS BEFORE BEAU’S STAGE DISASTER

Kermit grabbed his trench coat, and hat, and made a dash into the dripping rain outside the boarding house. The taxi had arrived late, as usual, and Piggy and Rowlf were already waiting for him. The Sesame guys probably wouldn’t let them in until he arrived.

Kermit climbed into the taxi, and leant forward. “Sesame Street please,” he said.

“Right away, Mr Kermit, sir,” the driver said, turning around. “By the way, I just wanted to say, I’m a real big fan of your work.”

“Really? Oh thanks.”

“Yeah, and I wondered if I could get your autograph. Would that be, ok?”

“Er, sure, but can you wait until we get there?”

“Yeah, right. Ok. Right away, Mr Kermit, sir.” The driver started the engine, and then turned around in his seat again. “Where did you say we were going?”

“Sesame Street!” Kermit tried hard not to shout.

“Right away, Mr Kermit, sir. Oh, did I tell you, I’m a real big fan of yours….”

*****

“Morning Kermit!” said Elmo, as Kermit walked past him, heading up Sesame Street about half an hour later.

“Morning Kermit,” said Big Bird, as Kermit passed his nest a few minutes after that.

“Good Morning frog!”

Kermit gave Snuffy a quick wave, and then turned off the street into what was, supposedly, Maria’s house. The Count was stood near the doorway, with his hands clasped together behind his back. “Ah, good morning, Mr Kermit. I’m glad you’re here, these people won’t give me a raise.”

“A raise?”

“You know, von pay check, plus von five present pay rise, equals von bigger pay check, ah, ah, ah.”

“Er, yeah.” Kermit glanced around worriedly for the lightning.

“Don’t vorry, Kermit, the special effects guys are having the day off.”

“Oh. Great. Listen, have you seen a lady pig and a brown dog?”

“Ah yes, von pig and von dog.”

“Where?”

“They were over at the Fix-It store, but then Miss Piggy decided to get in front of the camera and have a cameo. She’s being held by security over there.” The Count pointed, and his cloak scurried in the light breeze.

“Er, thanks, Count. I’ll go find her.”

“No problem, anything for the frog.” Cont von Count gave Kermit a ‘thumbs-up’ and Kermit headed back down onto the street soundstage.

“God like with your pay rise,” Kermit said.

“Thank you, ah, ah, ah.” This time there was lightning. “Oh, sorry about that,” the Count said, “It was yesterday the Special FX guys had off.”

*****

After much searching, Kermit finally located Miss Piggy by sound.

“Get your hands off me, you, you swine! Moi was just trying to get some ratings for your second class kids show.”

Kermit shuddered. Piggy didn’t sound very pleased. “Piggy?”

“Oh, Kermie! Tell these security block-heads, I’m here to have a cameo.”

“Actually,” Kermit said, stepping across some camera wires, and weaving his way towards where Piggy was sat under guard. “Actually, you are here just to look around.”

“But, but, but…”

“The frog is right,” said Rowlf, conveniently arriving at that moment. “We shouldn’t fight for center stage. Elmo did that, now look where he is.”

“Elmo, can hear you,” came a sweet voice from a short distance away. “Elmo loves you. Not. Elmo going to teach big dog how to say sorry.”

Luckily, Maria chose that moment to go and talk to Elmo, and Rowlf stayed unharmed.

Kermit had a little talk with security and they let Piggy go on the condition that she kept herself to herself. After Kermit had edged Piggy and Rowlf away to the side of the sound stage, he found a stall, and sat down. “Listen guys,” he said, “I know that I promised you could have a look around SS.”

“Yeah, you sure did,” Rowlf said.

“Well, something has come up. I forgot that I promised to meet with Beau about a little problem he has with the ropes backstage, and I think I should head back and see him.”

“Kermie,” Piggy said. “You have to stay. I want to look around here. Oh please!” She batted her eyelashes at him.

Kermit gulped. “Well, I did promise him I’d be there.”

Piggy began to look angry, so Rowlf spoke up quickly. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ll go talk to him. I don’t think I’m in Elmo’s good books right now, anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Kermit asked, straightening his reporter hat.

“Sure thing, Kermit.”

*****

Rowlf sat down on the front of the stage, and let out a little sigh of contentment. Over the last few weeks each show had gone without a single problem, which was a big change to usual. Some of the new guests were a little harder to get on with, mind you. Owen Wilson, Graham Garden, Julia Roberts, Hugh Grant, but they were all nice in their own human way.

“Hi there, Beauregard,” Rowlf said, as he saw him come towards the stage along the aisle of chairs. “You know, I’ve been trying to find you.”

“Yeah, I was waiting for Kermit,” Beau said. “He was going to talk about my new plans to attach the ropes to pulleys, but he didn’t turn up.”

“Ah yes,” Rowlf said. “He had a little problem with the pig.”

Beauregard pulled a face. “Miss Piggy?”

“The same.”

“Oh yeah, now I remember. She wanted to go to Sesame Street.”

“That’s right.”

Beauregard let out a small laugh. “Maybe she’ll fall into Oscar’s trashcan. That would be a laugh.”

Rowlf scratched one of his ears, and turned his fried-egg eyes up to the ceiling of the theatre. Everything was so neat, so pristine. All kinds of new gadgets had been added to the theatre, electric-fans, modern paintings, new chairs, but everything stayed the same as it always had at the same time. Stadler and Waldorf’s seats were still reserved every week, Rowlf had to wonder what drove them there.

His mind snapped lazily back to the present. “What makes you say that?” he asked.

Beauregard looked down at the floor. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe…no…I don’t know.”

Rowlf nodded. “I think you do.”

“She, Piggy, reminds me of someone.”

“Who?”

“A lady, no, not a lady. She wasn’t lady-like at all. Her name was Mrs Nancy. She’s in charge of my home town, but now, now she doesn’t ever want to see me go back there.”

“That’s sad. Why?”

Beau shrugged, and sat down next to Rowlf with his head in his hands. “Did I ever tell you where I come from?” he asked.

Rowlf thought about it, then admitted, “No.”

“I come from the other side of the rainbow.”

“Huh?”

“If you catch a rainbow, and leap through it, you come out on an amazing land of hills, lakes and streams. Everything sunny, everything clear. It’s called Raenbu.”

“Wow.”

“Time is different there. There are no days, and it takes thousands of human years to grow old there.”

“Not like doggy years then,” Rowlf said. “They’re shorter…”

“My father left, and grew old out here, then he came back to Raenbu and told me that I should go too. Not to grow old, but to grow up. Then I could come back and have a family, and a better life as a grown up.”

“Did you?”

“I left, yes. I came and worked here. And then three years ago, I went home again.”

“Wow. Hey, I remember. Bunsen said you jumped through a rainbow.”

“Yeah,” Beau said sadly. “I did. But when I got there, somehow they had heard about how stupid I was out here, what a loser I was. They threw me out of Raenbu and said I couldn’t come back until I prove myself worthy. Even my mother…”

“I’m sorry, Beau.” Rowlf laid a large paw on his shoulder. “I didn’t know.”

Beau shrugged Rowlf’s paw off. “And I can’ ever go back. I’ll never prove it. I am stupid. I make mistakes, I drop things, break things, say dumb things. I can’t even keep hold of the ropes all the time.”

“Ah, Beau,” Rowlf said, “But don’t you see?”

Beau frowned deeply. “See what?” he asked, as he looked around the empty theatre. “There is nothing to see.”

“Beauregard,” Rowlf went on. “You are part of the Muppet family now. Sure, you make mistakes, we all do, haven’t you seen Gonzo’s acts?”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have to prove he’s worthy.”

“And neither do you,” Rowlf said, standing up. “We love you as you are. Not as others want you to be. Now, come on. Let’s go and see to those pulleys you suggested, shall we?”

“Sure,” Beau said, “Why not?”

Why not to? Wait and see….

TO BE CONTINUED

[Beauregard]

Part 6 (I think)

NOW

Beauregard sat up suddenly, and all the diaries tumbled off his bed and scattered into a heap on the floor. The room was filled with a dark grey misty light that seeped through the closed curtains, and oozed around the edges into shadow. Beau pulled his covers off, and dropped his feet into his slippers. Something had woken him, and he was determined to see what.

He creaked his door open a crack and looked out into the hall. As usual, the bathroom door was shut. There always seemed to be someone in there. Beauregard padded down the soft carpet hall, and stopped at the head of the stairs. What was it? Maybe a burglar.

“Intruder alert!” shrieked an amazingly loud siren from beyond the door behind him. Beau nearly jumped out of his furry skin. “Intruder alert!”

Within moments the hallway was swarming. Kermit, of course, was there to keep things calm, but he was failing. Everyone, from Janice to the Mickey Moose, to Camilla, to Sweetums wanted to know what the alarm was that had suddenly burst the hallway into an emergency zone just seconds before.

“What is going on?” Sam the Eagle asked, shuffling his way out of his room. He cast an eye over Beauregard, who stood silently at the top of the stairs. “Oh it’s you,” Sam said in distain. “I should have guessed.” He walked back into his room, and slammed the door.

“Like, what did you do, Beauregard?” Janice asked.

“Yeah!” Sweetums said. “I wana’ get back to sleep.”

“Alright guys,” Kermit said, waving his thin hands around. “We don’t know that it was Beau’s fault the alarm went off.”

“Who else could it be?” Miss Piggy asked, emerging from her room in a silk nightgown. “That clown was the first on the scene of the crime, doesn’t that implicate him as the criminal?”

Floyd laughed. “Red handed you mean?” he said.

“Like, let’s see what colour his hands are now,” Janice chimed in, catching onto the joke. Everyone laughed except for Beau, who lowered his head, and looked at the pale pink and blue threads of the carpet.

“Early morning everyone,” said Bunsen stepping briskly out of his room. He was fully dressed, and his glasses were perched on his nose. “I’m sorry we disturbed you, but we have rigged up an alarm on the Muppet Lab. Someone must be down there. We should go and see.”

“So,” Miss Piggy said, derisively. “It wasn’t Beau. Not this time anyway.” She turned on her heal, and got back into bed for another few hours much needed beauty sleep.

“Ok, everyone,” Kermit said. “Go back to bed. Bunsen, Beau and I’ll go see who’s down there.”

*****

One look at the cylinder device was all that Beau needed to know that his quick flight home had been cancelled. The Rainbow Maker lay in a smashed heap on the floor.

“Good Lord!” Bunsen said. “Who’s done this?”

A tear rolled down Beauregard furry face, and splashed against the tiled floor. “It’s broken,” he said. “The Rainbow Maker.”

“We can see that,” Kermit said, pushing past him. “But who by? And why?”

“I can’t go home,” Beau said. “It’s broken.”

“Be quiet Mr Beauregard,” Bunsen exclaimed. “I’m doing scientific analysis here.”

Kermit bent down and sifted through the remains. “This is really broken,” he said.

“Oh yes,” said Bunsen, “And I believe the diagrams were destroyed a while back.”

“Oh no,” said Beau, and another tear hit against the floor, rolling down into a tiny blackened crater of acid-burn in the tiles. The burn from a previous experiment. The tear from a present disaster.

“Robin,” Kermit said, standing up. He was holding a handkerchief in his hand. It was one of the props from Muppet’s Take Manhattan that Kermit had given to Robin. In the film, Miss Piggy had left it for Kermit when she left, in reality it had fallen from Robin’s rucksack when he left.

“Oh no!” said Beauregard. “It’s my fault! Robin’s trying to help, but he’s going to get himself killed! What have I done! Oh, what have I done?”

And, you may ask yourself, what has he done?

[Beauregard]

Ths song is to the tune of Somewhere over teh Rainbow, and it fits if you are carefull. Beau.

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)



Usually when someone comes to THE END, it means that that person has come to THE END of a book, story, play, film, screenplay, or chocolate biscuit, but when Robin came to THE END it wasn’t just some meaningless words implying that you have to put that particular book down, turn off that film, find another play to watch, or grab another chocolate biscuit. No, when he came to THE END, he was sure that it meant it.

THE END was built in huge twenty-foot letters above the metal door of the underground dungeon. Robin struggled, but he was no match for the huge six-foot Beauregard-like monsters that held him tightly, and threw him down inside the gapping mouth of the dungeon.

As he fell towards the solid hard-packed mud of the ground, he tried to remember how he had come to be there. Ah yes, he had talked to Beau and then gone through a rainbow to help him. After that it was a blur. He remembered landing on an old Konnekte, and then being grabbed by the brute-like guards, and thrown into the dungeon.

Dungeon.

The word hit him with almost as much force as the floor. He looked up and saw the trap door being slammed shut. He was alone in a strange land beyond the rainbow. Alone, in a dungeon and with nowhere to escape.

Robin sat down on the hard ground, and began to cry, tears falling to the floor. He had tried to help, tried to change something that was wrong, and now he was in big trouble. What was worse, he hadn’t even been able to help Beauregard.

Robin sniffed, and tried to blink back is tears. He gulped, and started to sing quietly and softly, choking the words out with his sobs.

“Somewhere over in Raenbu,
Is where I went when I tired,
To find out, just what exactly,
Exists on the other side.

Somewhere over in Raenbu,
There’s nothing to try,
All my friends are over the Rainbow,
And lost to them all am I.

One day I wished to make a change,
Now I’ll go down in the Book of Strange,
Disappearances.
I hoped to help Beauregard,
I didn’t think it would be this hard,
But it really is.

Somewhere over in Raenbu,
People cry.
People cry over in Raenbu,
And so, yes, oh so do I.”

*****

Beautinglroth Regard stood on the top of Mountain Hill, and stared into the sunset. He could hear a small singing voice float across the evening breeze. And knew exactly who it belonged to. No one here in Raenbu ever sang like that. Sad songs were not aloud here. Yet sadness was.

Beautinglroth was the saddest he had ever been in his life. He was stuck in Raenbu, older than any other one of the inhabitants, and his only son was gone, probably never to return. The young green frog had been Beautinglroth’s last hope. When he had come tumbling out of the sky talking of Gonzo, the same Gonzo that Beauregard had mentioned, Beautinglroth knew the frog was helping his son.

But the frog had been snatched away by the guards, and thrown into THE END prison. Beautinglroth knew that prison. It was the one that his father had been thrown in, and never seen again. It truly was THE END. Once thrown into that prison you never, ever came out again.

Beautinglroth’s long white hair, and beard blew in the light wind, and deep down he prayed for a miracle. He prayed to whatever god could be listening in Raenbu. Maybe the God of the other side of the rainbow listened in Raenbu too. Beautinglroth didn’t know. But, he hoped.

*****


Robin curled into a tiny ball. “It’s not easy being green,” he sang, “It seems you blend in with so many ordinary things.”

“You don’t blend in here,” said a voice behind him.

Robin leapt into the air, and turned three hundred degrees. “Who’s there?” he shouted.

There was the sound of a deep chuckle. “You don’t have to be so scared, little frog. I am Beauhoth Tinglroth. I used to be in charge of Raenbu, but then Mrs Nancy stole the power and threw me into here, that was a,” he paused, “a long time ago.”

“Hi, Mr Tinglroth,” said Robin. “I’m Robin.”

“And why are you here? Ah, wait, I think I know. It’s because you are different, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Nobody told me. I was just thrown into here.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. Tell me, what were you doing in Raenbu anyway?”

*****

Eventually, Robin finished telling Beauhoth the story of how he had come to be in Raenbu. He was getting tired now, and kept yawning as he spoke.

“I think,” said Beauhoth, “That you should get some sleep soon.”

“I’m not tired,” Robin said, and he yawned again.

“Oh really? You sound tired to me.”

“Shh, shh,” said Robin ergantly. “What’s that?”

There was a sound of quiet scratching, and then a spark of light appeared near the other end of the dungeon.

“What in Raenbu’s name?”

“What on earth?”

The spark of light grew bigger, until it revealed itself to be a hole. Some kind of creature was either digging into the prison, or digging out of somewhere else. “Who’s there?” Robin called, voicing both Beauhoth and his own question aloud.

“Oh hi,” said a girl’s voice. “You must be Robin Frog. I’ve been hearing all about you and your Muppet friends.”

“Who is that?” Beauhoth asked.

“It’s me, Scooter,” said Scooter. “And this,” he said indicating the girl, “Is my sister, Skeeter.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[Firecat87]

“It’s me, Scooter,” said Scooter. “And this,” he said indicating the girl, “Is my sister, Skeeter.”

TO BE CONTINUED

Insert suspenseful music here

:excited: Can't wait to read more. fun story!

[SarahFraggle]

I didn't expect Skeeter, sweet! ;)

[Beauregard]

Yep, Skeet is sweet.

[Beth C]

Wow.. this is an incredible story!! You have me hanging on the edge of my seat here.

I look forward to more!!! I'm dying to see what happens next!!

[Beauregard]

Kermit stood on the porch of the boarding house, as the sun rose clearly overhead and the darkness scattered to other parts of the globe. “How could I have been so stupid!” he shouted. “How could I have been so stupid!”

A large brown paw rested on his green shoulder, and Kermit turned to see Beau stood behind him. Kermit’s manner became instantly stiff. “Beauregard,” he said, and his voice held reproach.

“I just want to say I’m really sorry, Kermit,” said Beau. “Honestly. I’m really, really sorry.”

Kermit swallowed, and pushed passed Beauregard, back into the house, without another word.

Beauregard slumped to his knees, and then lowered himself down into a sitting position on the porch. “No,” he said. “No. No. No. This hasn’t happened. Never, ever, ever…” He didn’t have to finish… because he already knew. No one would ever let him back in Raenbu now.

*****

Robin climbed through the round hole, and found himself in a glistering cavern of rainbows and crystals. “What is this place?” he asked in an awed whisper.

Skeeter grinned. “We call it the Cave of Illusions.”

“Why?” asked Robin.

“It’s full of rainbows,” Scooter explained. “It wasn’t the name I choose.”

“That’s because yours was silly.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

Beauhoth pulled himself through the hole, and gazed around in wonder and amazement. Every black rock-wall was covered in sparkling rainbow lights, as the small rays of sunlight from above reflected and refracted through the crystals. “It’s like Heaven,” he said. “Saved from THE END into Heaven.”

“It’s not Heaven,” said Skeeter. “Trust me. Scooter’s here.”

“Do you have radios?” Robin asked.

“Huh?” Skeeter flicked a piece of red hair out of her eyes, and looked down at him. “Sure. We always carry them in case something goes wrong.”

“Can I borrow one? I have to call home and tell them not to worry about me, and then we have to find a way back to Raenbu.”

*****

Rizzo lay in bed, his tale curled around his ears to keep them warm. He was dreaming. A bee was buzzing around and around his head, and then Gonzo started chewing on it to the tune of Flight of the Tire…

Rizzo sat up.

The radio next to his bed was buzzing with static. “Oh boy,” he said. “Late night again.”

He bashed the radio, and it stopped buzzing. Instead it was filled with the cute voice of Robin frog. “Hey guys,” said Robin, “I’m fine, but I have to get back to Raenbu to help Beau. I’m in Australia with Scooter, and we are going back through a rainbow cave. Got that? Bye.”

Rizzo swept the radio of the bedside table, and it smashed on the floor. “I must be still dreaming,” he said. “ Robin in Australia? Rainbow caves? Gosh, that cheese was stronger than I thought.”

*****

“No, Beaker. That’s not right. Oh, you are hopeless.” Bunsen rounded the desk and walked to behind Beaker. “Attach that over there, and that here, not that here, and that over there.”

“Mee, mee, me.” Beaker reattached the wires, and sighed. “Mou meauremou meeper.”

*****

Sam the Eagle got out of bed, and went downstairs to start the daily exercise routine. Piggy stood in front of the mirror and spent half an hour putting her face on. Sweetums had a bath, and then went down the park for a swim in the pond. Link had a bad dream about the Swine Trek, and the Swedish Chef blew up the cooker, again.

Pepe sat in his bed, writing. “Dear Mother, ok. I just thought I’d let you know that I am off on an amazing rescue, ok. I anything happens to me, panic, ok. Bye for now, Pepe, ok.”

Pepe jumped out of bed, got dressed, grabbed a packsack and ran downstairs to see what breakfast he could find before he left.

*****

“Come on,” said Robin, “What are you waiting for?”

“I’m not going,” said Scooter.

“Why not?” Skeeter asked.

Scooter crossed his arms. “Because,” he said, “It’s dangerous.”

“So?”

“So, I’m not going.”

“Fine. But I am.” Skeeter glared at him, as if daring him to disagree.

“That’s fine with me.” Scooter turned and marched away to the cavern entrance. “I’ll go back to the hotel.”

“Bye,” said Robin, waving. “And thanks.”

“Don’t thank him,” said Skeeter, after Scooter had left. “I was the one with the idea of doing some digging through the rainbows on the walls here.”

Beauhoth turned and put a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “I am trying to concentrate.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

Beauhoth turned back to one of the long rainbows, and ran his hands up and down the wall it was projected against. “I have done a lot of rainbow jumping in my time,” he said. “So, I know the ins and outs. Here is where you go in, there is where you go out.” He pointed. Ah. Here is what we are looking for. If we go through right here, we should appear in front of Mrs Nancy’s house.”

“Great,” said Skeeter, and she grabbed the digging drill. “Let’s go shall we?”

*****

Scooter chucked his caving equipment down on the grassy hill, and lay back under the sun. Stupid Skeeter. Always wanting to do something stupid. Why was she so stubborn? She always had been, he guessed.

He turned onto his front and idly flipped through a newspaper. They’d be up themselves soon. They wouldn’t go through with it. He was sure of that. At the back was an announcement that caught his attention. “For the fist time in twenty years,” it said, “The cave of rainbows will be completely filled by the tide.”

“Oh no,” said Scooter, sitting up. “I’ve got to warn them. Where’s my radio?”

He looked about him hurriedly, and then saw it, being chewed by a sheep. “Give that back!” shouted Scooter, but the sheep turned and ran away as fast as its short little legs would carry it, taking the radio along for the ride.

*****

Beauregard walked along the cliff top. What good was he now? No good at all. It was hopeless living here, because he would never prove himself worthy to go back, and it was hopeless going back because he hadn’t proven himself worthy by living here.

A light rain pattered down on him, and the cliff top was shrouded by a mist. He could hear the waves crashing down below, and for a second wished he could join them. He imagined sinking down below the miry depths, down to where he could just return to blackness, or Heaven, or the other place, anywhere but here.

“I wish I’d never been born!” he shouted, but the wind grabbed his words, and whipped them away.

“I wish I’d never been born!” Beauregard shouted again, and he jumped up and down on the cliff edge. “I wish I’d…” But he didn’t get to finish, because the cliff started to crumble beneath him.

*****

Rizzo stretched and jumped out of bed, landing on the floor with a ‘whump.’ He was rather surprised to see the radio smashed there, and then it all came back to him. Earlier that morning, while he was still half asleep. Robin’s voice over the radio.

The door opened and Gonzo stuck his head in. “Hey, you awake?”

“Yeah,” said Rizzo, getting up and dusting himself down.

“Yo, Riz, did you hear about Robin?”

“What about him?”

“He’s gone missing.”

Rizzo looked from the radio, to Gonzo, to the radio again. “I know where he is,” he said.

*****

Doc was so surprised that he almost fell over. What on earth was a pig, a frog, an eagle, a whatever, a brown thing, and a dog doing on his doorstep? “What can I do for you?” he asked, chuckling at himself for taking to animals, even if they were dressed animals.

The dog stepped forward. “We have to speak to Sprocket,” said Rowlf.

“Sprocket?”

“Your dog. He knows where there’s a Fraggle hole. It’s the quickest way to Australia and the rainbow cave.”

“What are you talking about?”

*****

“Come on Skeeter,” said Beauhoth.

“I’m trying, I’m trying.” She angled the drill, and started drilling again.

“Why can’t we just jump through like I did?” Robin asked.

Beauhoth glanced down at him. “Because,” he said, “This rainbow is on a solid wall.”

“Oh. I see.” He didn’t.

“I hate to mention this,” said Beauhoth. “But is the cave meant to be filling up with water?”

TO BE CONTINUED

[SarahFraggle]

OMG!!! Fraggle Rock? I saw that coming with the rainbow cave. I wish my fanfic was half as good as yours, Beau! :excited: :) :D :crazy:

[Whatever]

Aaaeeeiii! More suspense! and more! and more! We want more of the story! :D :D :D

[Beauregard]

Thankie, thankiew!

[Beauregard]

Here is some more, but only a teeny installment today, because I have been at colage, and have to go out again soon.

(*)(*)(*)(*)

“Hurry up, Skeeter! Hurry!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying.” Skeeter, pressed down on the drill button, and the blade spun. Around and around it went, sending sparkles of shattered rainbow about them onto the foot high, and steadily rising water that seeped into the cavern and swamped the floor.

Robin frowned at the ceiling, where he could see the little shaft of light that was causing the rainbows to be reflected against the rocks. “Why did you say we have to drill?” he asked Beauhoth.

“Because, “Beauhoth replied, “The rainbow is being directed against a stone wall. Therefore instead of being just light, it is solid. And, on top of that, it would seem that the only way out now, is through a rainbow.”

“Oh.” Robin glanced up at the hole again. “I think I have an idea,” he said.

“Good,” said Skeeter. She looked across to him, and gave him a brave smile. “Because,” she went on, “The drill has just given up the ghost.” It was true. It’s engine made one more brave attempt to continue, and then phutted to a halt.

“Oh, dear,” said Beauhoth.

*****

“Come along now Kermit,” said Sam the Eagle. “Nice as it was for those friendly Fraggles to give us each directions, and a map, I am still afraid that the ones at the back will get lost, particularly this Beauregard.”

“Er, yeah, Sam. I see what you mean.” Kermit stopped, and glanced back up the glistening Fraggle tunnel. “Come on guys,” he called.

A purple gloved hand appeared and Piggy heaved herself up to the next cave level. “I…can’t…take…this…kind of…exercise,” Miss Piggy panted.

“What was that, Piggy?”

“Nothing, nothing…Kermie,” she said between breaths. “I’m going to kill my trainer… He says… I’m in such ….great shape.”

“Come along now,” Sam called back passed Kermit. “Beauregard, Rowlf, we must hurry.”

Ahead of Sam, Gonzo twisted his map upside down and gave the long squiggly line a strange look. “Is it just me, or does this look like an adventure playground slide.”

Kermit spared it half a glance. “I guess,” he said.

“In that case,” said Gonzo. “I think I’ve found a short cut.”

“Oh good,” panted Piggy. “Then I don’t need a rest. Where’s the short cut?” She took a step forward, and her blue high-heeled shoes touched against an indention in the cavern floor.

“Right below you,” said Gonzo, and then the rock floor broke open and Piggy disappeared for view.

“KEERRRRMIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

“Good idea,” said Beauregard. “Let’s take the slide-walk.” He jumped forward and leapt down the hole after Piggy.

“All right everyone,” Kermit said. “Let’s go.”

*****

The wind blew around Beau’s face, and buffeted his hands as he clutched onto the tree root with all his strength.

He couldn’t believe that he had been about to give up his life. How could thoughts of jumping have ever come into his head?

He adjusted his grip on the root. He had just managed to snag it with his paw as the cliff face had fallen from below him minutes before.

“Life,” he said. “Life.”

HE hardly needed to say any more. What he meant was that life was indeed precious. As he had fallen, he had realised something amazing. Anyone person is in charge of his or her life, and happiness, and the only person who can effect change in that life, is its owner.

Not Mrs Nancy. Not his father. Not his mother. Not Kermit, or Robin, or Piggy. Just Beauregard, could decide what the future would hold, and if he would be happy with it.

It didn’t matter any more that he wasn’t living in Raenbu. He was living and that was all that mattered.

And then the root snapped…

TO BE CONTINUED

[Beauregard]

WHOAH! Ok, quick corection, because I've made a little-biddy acidenty. Beauregard apears to be in Fraggle Rock, and handing off teh edge of a cliff. That is a mistake. I don't know why I wrote him being in Fraggle Rock, because I knew all along that he was up on the cliffs.

So...Beau is on a cliff, not in fraggle rock. Ignore all previous references to him being there. Darrrr!

(*)(*)(*)(*)

“KERMIEEE! KERMIEEE Kermie, stop this thiiiiing!” Piggy started sliding downwards, faster and faster and faster, the slide-like passage twisted, turned, and basically dropped straight down to a sickeningly deep depth below her. “Kerm-IE!”

Just above her, if she turned her head was Rowlf came tumbling headfirst. “Whoaaah!” he shouted, and the sound echoes around them.

“Wha-hooo!” Gonzo cried, touching the edges, and feeling the perfectly smooth passage walls slide past his finger. “This is great, huh, Kermit?”

Kermit didn’t reply. He was much to busy trying not to be sick.

Waaaaaay above them, Sam looked down the hole in distain. “I don’t believe this,” he said. “I’m not going down there.”

“Hey? Who are you?” asked a little voice.

Sam looked around to see a tiny green Dozer stood behind him. “I am Sam the Eagle, American Patriot, and everybody’s friend,” said Sam stepping back and saluting.

Wait! Stepping back?!?!?!?!

“Yi-kes!” shouted Sam as he stepped back across the hole. He tried to grab the edges, but he couldn’t, and then he found himself sliding down a slippery passage after his crazy friends. “I don’t believe this,” he said again.

The dozer poked his head over the edge of the hole. “Obidy, doobies,” he said. “He must have no idea what’s done there.”

*****

Robin scaled the wall with ease. Once a scout always a scout, and scouts know how to scale walls with ease, so Robin did. “I’m nearly there,” he called down.

“Hurry,” said Beauhoth. “It’s waist deep now, and rising.”

Skeeter hit at one of the crystals with the broken drill, again and again. Finally it broke loose and fell with a splash into the water. “Hang on,” she said, and dived down after it. The water tasted salty, and the Cave of Illusions was filling up fast. Where is it?

Then she saw it. The crystal was being washed towards the cave entrance. If it fell out there, they wouldn’t get it back, and if they didn’t have it they couldn’t make a rainbow in the middle of the room, and if they didn’t make a rainbow….

Skeeter didn’t finish. Instead she held her breath a little longer and went after the crystal.


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Here is your short part for tonight.

[rowf2755]

just to tell: NO MORE TO BE CONTINUED! Please.... :halo:

[Whatever]

just to tell: NO MORE TO BE CONTINUED! Please.... :halo:
Huh? I like it, I love it, I want some more of it!

[Beauregard]

Thanks. Yeah, I'll see if I can do some later. Prehaps a bit longer piece, and maybe move the story forwrd a bit more...

[Beauregard]

OK. Not longer, but more interesting...

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

Bunsen rubbed his glasses with a handkerchief, and studied the broken Rainbow Maker again. “I just don’t see why we can’t mend this, Beaker,” he said. “I’m sure we should be able to.”

“Mee, mee, mou.”

“Yes, I know you’ve been trying. We almost had it finished a minute ago, but then we had to go and get some breakfast. When we got back, it was broken again.”

“Mou, mee!!!”

“I’m not blaming you. Pass me that screwdriver.”

“Meep.”

“Thank you. “ Bunsen used the screwdriver to pry the two half’s of the blackened sphere apart. “Look,” he said, making a space for Beaker to see over his shoulder.

“Mee, mou, meep, mee, mee, mou!”

“I know, I know. But look at this.” He pointed. “That wire has been cut. With round-ending scissors no less.”

“Mout?”

“Yes. Cut. But, who by? Good Lord. Who would sabotage a rainbow maker?”

*****

Skeeter’s thick red hair streamed behind her, and she swam with large strokes under the water towards the rolling crystal. Her lungs hurt, and she knew that if she didn’t get it fast, she would have to go up for air. Then there wouldn’t be enough time to get out before the cave filled with water.

The crystal was being pushed and pulled along by a playful undercurrent, that teased it closer and closer to the hole that was the cave’s entrance.

Earlier they could have got out of the caves simply by going down there, and up a few passages before arriving on the Australian hills, but now…

The Cave of Illusions was one of the highest points in the caves, and even that was filling fast.

She snatched at the crystal, but the undercurrent pulled it away. She was going to have to go up for air. No time. No time.

*****

Beautinglroth snorted derisively. “What do you mean she’s not home?”

The agile green Konnekte wrinkled up its nose, and pointed to the gates. “You must leave,” he said in a deep voice. “Mrs Nancy is not home.”

“She must be home,” said Beautinglroth. “What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you. Leaving.”

Beautinglroth decided to take a more gentle line with the green Konnekte. “Beaufourt,” he said. “I remember your father, Mr Fourt. He was a butler here, like you, but for my father Beauhoth. Mr Fourt was a good man. Why can’t you be like him?”

“I am like him,” replied Beaufourt. “I took his name, didn’t I? And I’m green aren’t I?”

“Yes, but…”

“Mrs Nancy is not home. You must leave.”

Beautinglroth, ran a hand through his beard, and tightened his grip on the walking stick. He would have to take drastic measures. “Look, there she is, waving,” he said, pointing to a top window in the castle. “Up there.”

Beaufourt turned to look, and Beautinglroth hit him from behind.

*****

“Yet, the fact remains,” said Bunsen.

“Mee, mou, mains,” agreed Beaker. Beaker, Bunsen, Link, Strange Pork, and Rizzo were sat around the dinning room table. In the middle sat the sabotaged Rainbow Maker.

Link looked at it closely. “But why would someone snipper the connecty gadget anyway?”

“Why? That’s what I want to know,” said Bunsen. “Why exactly indeed.”

“Well, diggidy dog, son-of-a-gun,” said Dr Strangepork suddenly startling them all. “I think I have an idea why someone would do that.”

“Mou?”

“To break it.”

Everyone groaned. Talk about talking about the obvious.

“That was a great help,” said Rizzo. “Congrats.”

“You’re not being a lot of help yourself, Rizzo,” said Bunsen.

“Oh yeah? Well, look what I found.”

“What?”

“Diaries.” He held up a couple of small leather-bound diaries. “I think these will help.”

Bunsen twiddled his fingers together in excitement. “Oooh, yes,” he said. “Mr Beauregard’s diaries.”

*****

The crystal dropped down the yawning entrance to the cavern, falling, falling, caught.

Skeeter had swooped down with her last little bit of energy, and now the crystal was in her hand.

Robin looked down at Beauhoth, and he shrugged. He couldn’t see Skeeter anywhere. She had just dived under the water, but where was she now?

Then Skeeter broke the surface, coming up in a rush, and breathing deeply. Her wet hair stuck to her face, but she held the crystal triumphantly over her head. “Robin,” she said between pants. “I got it.”

“Great. Throw it up.”

She did, and Robin caught it in his hand.

“Now hold it in the light,” said Beauhoth, and Robin moved it into the shaft of sunlight that streamed through a tiny crack in the top of the cave.

Imediat;y a huge gracefully arc of a rainbow formed across the cave. “I’ve done it!” Robin shouted said. “Look, look. A rainbow!”

Beauhoth was overwhelmed with the sight, such colour, such beauty, such grace. “Come on, Skeeter,” he said. “Let’s go, shall we.”

“Just say where,” said Skeeter, laughing. “Just say where.”

*****

Dear Diary,

Today something bad happened. I went through the rainbow back to Raenbu, but got immediately sent back to the ‘real’ world. Somehow Mrs Nancy had seen my sad drip of a performance in Muppet Caper, and she said I wasn’t worthy. Now I can’t go back. Ever.

Beauregard

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Dear Diary,

I went to watch my copy of Muppet Caper. Just to see if I was really as bad in it as Mrs Nancy said, but I can’t find it. Never mind, I’ll use someone else’s.

Beau

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Dear Diary,

I thought I saw someone down town today. She looked very much like Mrs Nancy, no, it couldn’t have been. Must be my imagination.

Beau

*****

Beautinglroth let a small smile play around the edges of his lips. Now that he had defeated the butler, the castle was his. Well, not his precisely, but access to it was his. Now he could go and talk to that evil purple-eyed lady.

Suddenly, three creatures suddenly materialised before his eyes, and he gasped in surprise and fright. Then he recognised one of them. “Daddy?”

TO BE CONTINUED

[Beth C]

*Wowzers!*

What suspense!!! I love the Beaker parts best!!!

~Beth C

[SarahFraggle]

Beau where's the rest? :confused:

[Beauregard]

Sorry, guys. I've been Sooooooo busy. But I'll see if I can get some more up soon. Sorry. See ya

[JaniceFerSure]

My,what a terrific story teller you are Beauregard!Great job! :excited:

[Whatever]

Beau, where are you and where's the next installment? We want more story here! Don't make us come and get you!

[Beauregard]

Ah yes.

Er, well.

Um, hmmm.

Sorry, I'vebeen, like, reully bussy and so on, and I think I lost the story plot a bit, sooo, I'll just go back and read up to where I is again, then maybe, like, I can rully write a leetle more fer ya ale.

[Whatever]

So where's the next installment? :confused:

[Beauregard]

Dash it, sorry. I'll see what I can do tommorow. 'k?

[Beauregard]

As you can see, I have back-tracked a little bit and done some editing, so that I can get it all back onto story line, because I left the stroy-rails a bit a while back ;)

So, here is the first of eddited sequences. Hopefully I can do another soon, and then I'll get to work on new scenes... 'k?

Beau

(*)(*)(*)

Kermit stood on the porch of the boarding house, and squinted up at the scattering rays of sunshine that zigzagged between thick white clouds, flowing along the edges like golden linings, but as the frog watched through bulgy eyes, he could see no golden lining on the near horizon.

“How could I have been so stupid,” he whispered. “Stupid. Stupid! STUPID! How could I have been so stupid!” He knew he was working himself up into a panic, but he didn’t care. “KERMIT! YOU ARE SO STUPIIIIIIID!!!!!!”

A large brown paw rested on his green shoulder, and Kermit turned to see Beau stood behind him. Kermit scrunched his face disdainfully, and his eyes glared with barely contained anger. “Beauregard,” he said, simply. The one word carried a meaning deeper than even the largest of ships could fathom.

Beauregard took a step back. His paw dropped to his side. A tear might have been growing behind his eyes, but he blinked it away. “Kermit,” he said, his voice a mere murmur. “Kermit, I’m sorry. I should never have come here.”

Kermit pushed passed Beauregard, back into the house, without another word.

Beauregard slumped to his knees, and then lowered himself down into a sitting position on the porch. “No,” he said. “No. No. No. This hasn’t happened. Never, ever, ever…” He didn’t have to finish… because he already knew. No one would ever let him back in Raenbu now.

Unintentional he had caused the death of a fellow creature, and worse a young child who had no idea how dangerous Raenbu would be. Beau had got Bunsen to make that machine, Beau had told Robin a little about Raenbu, Beau could have told him everything and he might not have left, Baeu could only blame himself.

He shut his eyes, and his mind began to drift away. “Life,” he reasoned. “Is no longer necessary.”

In a window high above him, Kermit sat watching, thinking, almost praying. What could he tell his brother? How had he let Robin be destroyed by one of Bunsen’s machines?

*****

Robin stared in amazement. “Scooter?”

“Yes, what is it Robin?”

“I just can’t believe that it’s you, I mean what are you doing busting into THE END?”

Skeeter pulled Scooter back out of the hole, and stuck her head through. “It was me really,” she said. “Come on through, and I’ll show you.”

She held out her hand, and Robin clasped it tightly. “Come on Beauhoth,” he said. “Let’s go through.”

With Skeeter’s guiding hand, Robin climbed through the round hole, and found himself in a glistering cavern of rainbows and crystals. “What is this place?” he asked in an awed whisper.

Skeeter grinned. “We call it the Cave of Illusions.”

“Why?” asked Robin.

“It’s full of rainbows,” Scooter explained, and red tint rising on his cheeks. “It wasn’t the name I choose.”

“That’s because yours was silly.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

Beauhoth pulled himself through the hole, and gazed around in wonder and amazement. Every black rock-wall was covered in sparkling rainbow lights, as sunlight from above reflected and refracted through the crystals. “It’s like Heaven,” he said. “Saved from THE END into Heaven.”

“It’s not Heaven,” said Skeeter. “Trust me. Scooter’s here.”

“Do you have radios?” Robin asked.

“Huh?” Skeeter flicked a piece of red hair out of her eyes, and looked down at him. “Sure. We always carry them in case something goes wrong.”

“Can I borrow one? I have to call home and tell them not to worry about me, and then we have to find a way back to Raenbu.”

“Back to Raenbu?” Beauhoth exclaimed. “Are you crazy?”

Robin shook his head resolutely. “No way. But Raenbu is, and it has to be stopped.”

*****

Rizzo lay in bed, his tale curled around his ears to keep them warm. He was dreaming. A bee was buzzing around and around his head, and then Gonzo started chewing on it to the tune of Flight of the Tire…

Rizzo sat up.

The radio next to his bed was buzzing with static. “Oh boy,” he said. “Must have had a late night again. I always dream after too much cheese. Sheesh.”

He bashed the radio, and it stopped buzzing. Instead it was filled with the cute voice of Robin frog. “Hey guys,” said Robin, “I’m fine, but I have to get back to Raenbu to help Beau. I’m in Australia with Scooter, and we are going back through a rainbow cave. Got that? Bye.”

Rizzo swept the radio of the bedside table, and it smashed on the floor. “I must be still dreaming,” he said. “ Robin in Australia? Rainbow caves? Gosh, that cheese was stronger than I thought.”

*****

“No, Beaker. That’s not right. Oh, you are hopeless.” Bunsen rounded the desk and walked to behind Beaker. “Attach that over there, and that here, not that here, and that over there.”

“Mee, mee, me.” Beaker reattached the wires, and sighed. “Mou meauremou meeper.”

“No, no, no. It’s al your fault it broke in the first place, you great dunce.”

“Mee, mee, mee!”

“Now, don’t get angry, Beaky, you didn’t mean to make such a ridiculous devise, but I did say…”

“MEE! MEE!!!” Beaker slammed the screwdriver down on the worktop, and stormed out of the room in a royal rage.

“BBBBeaker?” Bunsen stuttered. “Where, where are you going?”

*****

Sam the Eagle got out of bed, and went downstairs to start the daily exercise routine. Piggy stood in front of the mirror and spent half an hour putting her face on. Sweetums had a bath, and then went down the park for a swim in the pond. Link had a bad dream about the Swine Trek, and the Swedish Chef blew up the cooker, again.

Pepe sat in his bed, writing. “Dear Mother, ok. I just thought I’d let you know that I am off on an amazing rescue, ok. I anything happens to me, panic, ok. Bye for now, Pepe, ok.”

Pepe jumped out of bed, got dressed, grabbed a packsack and ran downstairs to see what breakfast he could find before he left.

*****

“Come on,” said Robin, “What are you waiting for?” He slung his small rucksack over his shoulder, and stepped towards the wall.

Scooter stood his ground. “I’m not going,” he said.

“Not going? Why not?” Skeeter asked.

Scooter crossed his arms. “Because,” he said, “It’s dangerous.”

“So?”

“So, I’m not going.”

“Fine. But I am.” Skeeter glared at him, as if daring him to disagree.

“I don’t think you should,” Scooter said calmly.

“Humpf. I do not care what you think, bro. I’m going.”

“That’s fine with me.” Scooter turned and marched away to the cavern entrance. “I’ll be at the hotel.”

“Bye,” said Robin, waving. “And thanks.”

“Don’t thank him,” said Skeeter, after Scooter had left. “I was the one with the idea of doing some digging through the rainbows on the walls here.”

Beauhoth turned and put a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “I am trying to concentrate.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

Beauhoth turned back to one of the long rainbows, and ran his hands up and down the wall it was projected against. “I have done a lot of rainbow jumping in my time,” he said. “So, I know the ins and outs. Here is where you go in, there is where you go out.” He pointed. “Ah. Here is what we are looking for. If we go through right here,” he tapped the rainbow in the center. “We should appear in front of Mrs Nancy’s castle.”

“Great,” said Skeeter, and she grabbed the digging drill. “Let’s go shall we?”

Robin held up his hand. “Why do we have to drill?” he asked. “I thought we could just jump straight through.”

Beauhoth smiled, showing a row of flat teeth. “Not into rock, you don’t,” he said. “Not into rock.”

Skeeter switched on the drill.

*****

Scooter chucked his caving equipment down on the grassy hill, and lay back under the sun. Stupid Skeeter. Always wanting to do something brave, and, and…stupid. Why was she so stubborn? She always had been, he guessed.

He turned onto his front and idly flipped through a newspaper.

He had always cared for his sister. Tried to get her to stay out of trouble.

“Just watch,” Scooter thought. “They’ll be up themselves soon. They won’t go through with it.”

He snapped the newspaper shut, and glanced at a curious announcement on the back.

For the fist time in twenty years,” it said, “The cave of rainbows will be completely filled by the tide.”

“The Tide!” Scooter exclaimed. “I have to warn them. Where’s my radio?”

He looked about him hurriedly, and then saw it, being chewed by a sheep. “Give that back!” shouted Scooter, but the sheep turned and ran away as fast as its short little legs would carry it, taking the radio along for the ride.

*****

Beauregard was dreaming. In his dream he was on a boat. The mist had surrounded him completely and he was cut off from land, and life. He tried to call for help, but no one was listening. No one cared.

A seagull flapped out of the mist and landed on the boat. The bird had purple eyes, and a voice like that of Mrs Nancy. “Failed,” it said. “Failed again.”

“Failed,” Beauregard repeated. “I’ve failed…”

Beauregard opened his eyes, and found himself on the boarding house porch. He remembered how Kermit had looked at him, such anger, such blame in his eyes.

“It’s no use,” Beauregard sighed. “No use at all.”

The door behind him opened, and Miss Piggy came out, saw him, and turned round again. “Someone’s put the rubbish out early,” she sniffed. “Heh.”

Beauregard stood up, and moved away from the boarding house, away from the blaming eyes, away from the other Muppets.

*****

Rizzo stretched and jumped out of bed, landing on the floor with a ‘whump.’ He was rather surprised to see the radio smashed there, and then it all came back to him. Earlier that morning, while he was still half asleep. Robin’s voice over the radio. Rainbow cave. Australia. Cheese.

The door opened and Gonzo stuck his head in. “Hey, you awake?”

“Yeah,” said Rizzo, getting up and dusting himself down.

“Yo, Riz, did you hear about Robin?”

“What about him?”

“He’s gone missing.”

Rizzo looked from the radio, to Gonzo, to the radio again. “I know where he is,” he said.

“How?” Gonzo asked, quizzically.

“I heard his voice, thought it was a dream.”

“You heard a voice?” Gonzo gave Riz his most sceptical of looks. “Like, ‘Build a Jacuzzi?”

Rizzo gulped. “You, you know ‘bout that?”

“Oh yeah.” Gonzo burst out laughing. “Now that was a very funny thing, I’ll punish you later, right now let’s go tell Kermit you know where Rob is….if it wasn’t just Pepe speaking through a fan this time!”

*****

Doc muttered to himself, as he opened the door, then he drew in a quick breath of surprise. What on earth was a pig, a frog, an eagle, a whatever, and a dog doing on his doorstep?

“Er, hi. I’m Kermit the Frog,” said the frog.

“Oh really? A talking animal…wait…a talking ANIMAL!”

Miss Piggy frowned. “Animal isn’t even here,” she said.”

Sam fluffed up his feathers, and looked Doc in the eye. “If you are discriminating against talking animals, I’ll have you know that I have a lawyer, and he…”

Rowlf pushed passed Sam, and grabbed Doc’s hand. “We have to talk to Sprocket,” he said.

*****

“Hurry, Skeeter, hurry,” Beauhoth said. “You have no idea how much time you are wasting.”

Skeeter flickered her hair out of her eyes, and angled the drill again. “I’m trying, I’m trying.”

Robin glanced to the top of the cave. High up in the ceiling, a jagged hole let the sunlight filter through into the cave, dancing of the crystals, and drawing rainbows on the walls.

“Listen,” Robin said, pulling on Beauhoth’s arm to gain his attention. “I’ve had an idea. What if we just…”

Beauhoth interrupted him. “Skeeter!” he said. “Look!”

Skeeter turned to where he was pointing, the entrance to the cave. It was filled with water.

“Oh no,” Skeeter said.

The water was rising fast. Real fast.

“I have an idea,” said Robin, but no one was listening.

“Get back to that drilling,” Beauhoth said, “and fast.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[Beauregard]

TO BE CONTINUED

The water reached their ankles.

“Go faster, Skeeter.”

Skeeter made no reply. She clamped down on the drill button, and the blade spun. Around and around it went, sending sparkles of shattered rainbow about them onto the steadily rising water that seeped into the cavern and swamped the floor.

“Beauhoth,” Robin insisted. “I do have an idea.”

Skeeter grit her teeth. “Will you stop that frog whining,” she said.

Beauhoth looked down at Robin. “What is it?” he asked.

“Tell me. Why exactly do we need to drill?”

“Because, “Beauhoth replied, impatience in his voice. “The rainbow is being directed against a stone wall. Therefore instead of being just light, it is solid. And, on top of that, it would seem that the only way out now, is through a rainbow.”

“Oh.” Robin glanced up at the hole in the ceiling. “Like I said, I have an idea of how we can get out.”

“Good,” said Skeeter. She looked across to him, and gave him a brave smile. “Because,” she went on, “The drill has just given up the ghost.” It was true. It’s engine made one more brave attempt to continue, and then phutted to a halt.

“Oh, dear,” said Beauhoth.

Skeeter looked up at the ceiling, where Robin was looking. “Robin,” she said, condescendingly. “None of us can fit through that hole.”

*****

“Come along now Kermit,” said Sam the Eagle. “Nice as it was for those friendly Fraggles to give us each directions, and a map, I am still afraid that the ones at the back will get lost, particularly,” he leant closer to Kermit, and whispered, “Miss Piggy.”

“Whoah!” Piggy shouted, suddenly slipping and sliding along the tunnel passed them. “Whahahahaaaah!”

“Yes, I see what you mean,” Kermit whispered back.

Miss Piggy came to a stop against a wall, and stood up. Her face darkened with anger. “These caves are too slippery, Kermit, isn’t there someone we can call and complain about them?”

“No, no I don’t think so.”

“Come on.” That was Fozzie. “This is the fastest way to get to rescue Robin.”

Gonzo twisted the map upside down, and scratched his nose thoughtfully.

Sam shook his head sadly. “How did I get hooked up with this bunch of weirdoes anyway? Whoops!” Sam’s feet slipped out from under him, and his whirled his wings in an attempt to stay upright, but only succeeded in making himself look even more stupid when he sat heavily onto the floor. “Good lord,” he exclaimed. “These caves are much too slippery.”

Gonzo scrunched the map up, and pointed at the floor. “I’ve found a short cut,” he said.

Miss Piggy was dusting herself down, but when she heard that, she swung round. “Short cut? Where?”

“Let me see.” Gonzo opened up the map again. “Oh. You’re standing on it.”

Piggy leapt into the air, “What?” and then landed with a thump back on the trap door to the quick-Australian-access-portal, which snapped open dropping Piggy down a sliding vortex-like water-shoot. “Ker-ieeee”

“Good idea,” said Rowlf. “Let’s take the slide walk.” And he jumped down after Piggy, followed by Gonzo, Fozzie, and Kermit.

Sam the Eagle stood up, and flattened out his feathers. “This is outrageous,” he said. “I am not going down that thing.”

“S’cuse me.”

Sam looked down to see a green Dozzer stood by his feet.

“Yes?”

“I was just goin’a mention that’ll be the rubbish shoot.”

“What is?” Sam asked. “That trapdoor they jumped down?”

“Nope. The trapdoor you’re standed on.”

Sam glanced at the floor, and saw that he was in fact stood on a trapdoor. Then it opened.

*****

The wind blew around Beau’s face, and buffeted his hands as he clutched onto the tree-root with all his strength.

It was probably not his brightest idea to climb the cliff to his favourite resting spot in the middle of a storm, but he had to. He knew that no one would disturb him there, but then he had got stuck when the rotting rope ladder had snapped in a gust of wind, tossing him onto the cliff-face where he had managed to grab a tree-root, as the rotten ladder tumbled passed him into the sea below.

As he hung there, his feet flailing at the crumbly cliff trying to get a hold, faces and thoughts came to him.

He remembered his father Mr Beautingleroth Regard, and how he had encouraged him to go out and find better things than Raenbu.

He remembered Miss Nancy’s bitter distain when he returned.

He recalled his mother, how even she had conspired against him.

Miss Piggy’s sneered remarks on his brain power.

The audiences’ laughing at him in Muppet Caper.

Robin wanting to know what was on the other side of the rainbow.

Rowlf encouraging him to make new rope-pulleys for the back stage.

He remembered that show from the night before. How the pulley had broken, and he hadn’t been prepared. How he had grabbed the ropes, but not been strong enough to hold the backdrop, causing it to ruin another Muppet Show.

How Robin had gone missing, and he had been blamed.

Then he remembered something else…almost.

There was something tingling against the edge of his mind, but he couldn’t find what it was. He knew there was another memory waiting to speak to him, but he couldn’t quite place it.

And then the root snapped…

*****

“KERMIEEE! KERMIEEE Kermie, stop this thiiiiing!” Piggy started sliding downwards, faster and faster and faster, the slide-like passage twisted, turned, and basically dropped straight down to a sickeningly deep depth below her. “Kermiiiiiiieeee-eeeeee-eeeeee-eeeeeeeee-eeeee-e-e-e-e-e-e!” The shout echoed off the walls.

Just above her, if she turned her head was Rowlf tumbling headfirst towards her. “Where are we?” he asked, as he spun around and around as if caught in a whirlwind.

“I don’t know!” Piggy shouted.

“We have to find the way out!” Rowlf shouted back.

“I think we will! When we hit the bottom!”

There was a rushing sound, and Miss Piggy felt a warm wind brush against her hair, and then she too was spinning wildly. She screamed and clutched at the smooth edges of the passage. “Kermieeee!”

A face formed in front of her. It was a face she thought she knew, but she wasn’t sure. A pink face, with purple streaked eyes. “Go away!” the face shouted. “Go away! Away! Away!”

A pink face appeared in front of Kermit. “Go away! Away! Away!” the face shouted. “To dangerous for you. Outsiders.”

Fozzie spun faster and faster and faster, and felt as if his stomach was being sucked from his body.

“Go! Go! Go away!”

“Who said that?” Fozzie managed.

“Can’t you see me?”

A face flickered in front of him, and then disappeared, then flickered again, as if dancing between two universes.

“No, I can’t,” Fozzie said.

Gonzo could feel the wind, and see the other’s spinning, but he wasn’t spinning himself, which made him jealous. How come they get to spin? Fozzie span passed him, and Gonzo grabbed his foot…but he didn’t…his hand went straight through it.

“Fozzie?” Gonzo said. “What’s happening?”

He held his hand in front of his face, and saw it stretching and dissolving. “Fozzie?” He felt himself growing longer and longer and longer, and then with a snap fell through a castle wall.

Then everything went black.

*****

Robin scaled the wall with ease. Once a scout always a scout, and scouts know how to scale walls with ease, so Robin did. “I’m nearly there,” he called down.

“Good,” said Beauhoth. “It’s waist deep now, and rising.”

Skeeter hit at one of the crystals with the broken drill, again and again. Finally it broke loose and fell with a splash into the water. “Hang on,” she said, and dived down after it. The water tasted salty, and the Cave of Illusions was filling up fast. Where is the crystal?

Then she saw it. The crystal was being washed towards the cave entrance. If it fell out there, they wouldn’t get it back, and if they didn’t have it they couldn’t make a rainbow in the middle of the room, and if they didn’t make a rainbow….

Skeeter didn’t finish. Instead she held her breath a little longer and went after the crystal.

*****

Bunsen rubbed his glasses with a handkerchief, and studied the broken Rainbow Maker again. “I just don’t see why we can’t mend this, Janice,” he said. “I’m sure we should be able to.”

Janice sat on the scientist’s table, and hugged her knees to her chest. “Like, is there really no way you can get Robin back?”

“Perhaps. Perhaps. But, Beaker isn’t helping.”

“Rully?”

“He stropped away in an huff-puffy mood earlier.”

“Like, why?”

Bunsen put down the screwdriver, and wiped his hands on a piece of oily cloth. “I called him a dunce.”

“Er, may I ask why?”

“Because he is. Can you hand me a knife.”

“Which one?”

“Long.”

“Fer sure…no. I can’t find one.”

“It’s there.”

“Oh. Great. Got it.”

“Thank you.”

“Why did you call him a dunce?”

“Who?”

“Beaker?”

“Because he made this device, and it broke, and Robin is missing, and it’s his fault.”

Janice crossed her legs, and shifted forward. “Like, he made it all by himself?”

Bunsen sighed. “No. I helped.”

Janice hopped off the table, and walked out the door, throwing one last comment over her shoulder. “So, maybe you are, like, a dunce too. Right?”

*****

Skeeter’s thick red hair streamed behind her, and she swam with large strokes under the water towards the rolling crystal. Her lungs hurt, and she knew that if she didn’t get it fast, she would have to go up for air. Then there wouldn’t be enough time to get out before the cave filled with water.

The crystal was being pushed and pulled along by a playful undercurrent that teased it closer and closer to the hole that was the cave’s entrance.

Earlier they could have got out of the caves simply by going down there, and up a few passages before arriving on the Australian hills, but now…

The Cave of Illusions was one of the highest points in the caves, and even that was filling fast.

She snatched at the crystal, but the undercurrent pulled it away. She was going to have to go up for air. No time. No time.

*****

Regard Beautinglroth snorted derisively. “What do you mean she’s not home?”

The agile green Konnekte wrinkled up its nose, and pointed to the gates. “You must leave,” he said in a deep voice. “Mrs Nancy is not home.”

“She must be home,” said Beautinglroth. “What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you. Leaving.”

Beautinglroth decided to take a more gentle line with the green Konnekte. “Beaufourt,” he said. “I remember your father, Mr Fourt. He was a butler here, like you, but for my father Tinglroth Beauhoth. Mr Fourt was a good man. Why can’t you be like him?”

“I am like him,” replied Beaufourt. “I took his name, didn’t I? And I’m green aren’t I?”

“Yes, but…”

“Mrs Nancy is not home. You must leave.”

Beautinglroth, ran a hand through his beard, and tightened his grip on the walking stick. He would have to take drastic measures. “Look, there she is,” he said, pointing to a top window in the castle. “Up there. Waving.”

Beaufourt turned to look, and Beautinglroth hit him from behind with the walking stick.

*****

“Beaker?” Beauregard knocked on the bedroom door, and listened. “Beaky. Can I come in?”

He thought he heard a muffled sound, which would have been a Meep meaning yes, or a Moup meaning no, but he twisted the handle and let himself in anyway.

Beaker was stood by the window. He turned as Bunsen entered.

“Beaker,” Bunsen said.

“Mep!” Beaker turned about, and looked back out the window.

Bunsen moved closer. “Beaker. Listen, I need your help.”

“Meeper, mep, meepy.”

“Can’t you just…”

Beaker spun round, his eyes flaring. “Meepy meeping munce!”

Bunsen took of his glasses, rubbed them with one finger, and sat down on the bed. “I didn’t mean it,” he said. “And I’m sorry. You are the best assistant I’ve ever had, baker, I need your help.”

*****

Miss Piggy landed first, then Rowlf landed on top of her, then Kermit landed on him, then Fozzie.

“Get off of me,” Piggy said, getting up. “Hey. Where’s Sam?”

“And Gonzo,” Fozzie added.

Kermit looked back up the yawning chasm they had fallen down. Above them winds swirled, and lighting lit the dark passageways. “Oh no,” he said. “Gonzo…”

A screech filled the air, and a door opened beside them, throwing a pile of garbage onto the tunnel floor. “Oh, I hate myself!” came a familiar voice from inside the pile. “I hate myself sooo much. This stuff is so yucky, and….ahhh! Radish skins!”

Rowlf cleared his throat. “Sam?”

A blue head burst from the pile of garbage, and turned. “Hi.”

Sam’s face was covered in raw eggs, and he had radish skins pilled on his head. Piggy couldn’t help giggling just a little.

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As you can see, big changes in that section...

i.e. Gonzo dissapearing...

[Beauregard]

*****

“Yet, the fact remains,” said Bunsen.

“Mee, mou, mains,” agreed Beaker. Beaker, Bunsen, Link, Strangepork, and Rizzo were sat around the dinning room table. In the middle sat the sabotaged Rainbow Maker.

“What happened again?” Rizzo asked.

“Beaker prised the two halves apart, and tho and behold, a wire had been cut, with round ended scissors no less.”

Link peered at the broken rainbow maker. “But why would someone snipper the connecty gadget anyway?”

“Why? That’s what I want to know,” said Bunsen. “Why exactly indeed.”

“Well, diggidy dog, son-of-a-gun,” said Dr Strangepork suddenly startling them all. “I think I have an idea why someone would do that.”

“Mou?”

“To break it.”

Everyone groaned. Talk about talking about the obvious.

“That was a great help,” said Rizzo. “Congrats.”

“You’re not being a lot of help yourself, Rizzo,” said Bunsen.

“Oh yeah? Well, look what I found.”

“What?”

“Diaries.” He held up a couple of small leather-bound diaries. “I think these will help.”

Bunsen twiddled his fingers together in excitement. “Oooh, yes,” he said. “Mr Beauregard’s diaries could shed some light on the equasion!”

“Mee, mee!” Beaker agreed.

*****

The crystal dropped down the entrance to the cavern, falling, falling, caught.

Skeeter had swooped down with her last little bit of energy, and now the crystal was in her hand.

Robin looked down at Beauhoth, and he shrugged. He couldn’t see Skeeter anywhere. She had dived under the water, but where was she now?

Then Skeeter broke the surface, coming up in a rush, and breathing deeply. Her wet hair stuck to her face, but she held the crystal triumphantly over her head. “Robin,” she said between pants. “I got it.”

“Great. Throw it up.”

She did. The crystal span in the air, and Robin managed to snag it with one hand, hanging on with another.

“Now wedge it in the hole,” said Beauhoth.

Robin did, and the light streamed through the crystal.

Imediaty a huge gracefully arc of a rainbow formed across the cave. “I’ve done it!” Robin shouted said. “Look, look. A rainbow!”

Beauhoth was overwhelmed with the sight, such colour, such beauty, such grace. “Come on, Skeeter,” he said. “Let’s go, shall we.”

“Just say where,” said Skeeter, laughing. “Just say where.”

“Wahoooo!” Robin shouted.

*****

Dear Diary,

Today something bad happened. I went through the rainbow back to Raenbu, but got immediately sent back to the ‘real’ world. Somehow Mrs Nancy had seen my sad drip of a performance in Muppet Caper, and she said I wasn’t worthy. Now I can’t go back. Ever.

Beauregard

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Dear Diary,

I went to watch my copy of Muppet Caper. Just to see if I was really as bad in it as Mrs Nancy said, but I can’t find it. Never mind, I’ll use someone else’s.

Beau

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Dear Diary,

I thought I saw someone down town today. She looked very much like Mrs Nancy, no, it couldn’t have been. Must be my imagination.

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Beau

Dear Diary,

I had that dream again last night. The one where Mrs Nancy’s face appears above my bed, and tells me I’m a failure.”

Beau

*****

Beautinglroth let a small smile play around the edges of his lips. Now that he had defeated the butler, the castle was his. Well, not his precisely, but access to it was his. Now he could go and talk to that evil purple-eyed lady.

Suddenly, three creatures suddenly materialised before his eyes, and he gasped in surprise and fright. Then he recognised one of them. “Daddy?”

*****

Inside the castle tower, Mrs Nancy’s eyes went wide. On the view screens in front of her she saw something that made her blood run cold.

Robin was back. Had his friends saved him, even though she told them to go home?

Worse, he now had a friend. A red-headed snippet, she didn’t recognise.

What was even worse than that. Tinglroth Beauhoth had got out of THE END. This was not good.

[Whatever]

Yay, story! Thanks Beau! :D :D :D :D :D

[SarahFraggle]

Don't mean to pry but is it the end?

[Beauregard]

Darn it. I keep forgetting!

No, not finished. I'll try and do some more soon. Ok. Thanks, and keepo reminding me. I've been so busy with various other things...

Bea:cry:regard

[SarahFraggle]

Ok Beau! :D

[Whatever]

I guess Beau forgot about this, which is too bad, it's a great story.

[Xerus]

I really dig this story you're writing. :) Giving Beau a story in the Muppet boarding house. And finding out where he came from. And how these Muppets from other shows keep making appearances. Like Skeeter and Sesame Street gang. I hope you'll continue it soon. :)

[Beauregard]

Oh my! How could I fogrget to finish this? Hmm. Let me see, oh yes, I remeber. It's cause I got totally lost and confused. But, let's see. I can have a look at it later. Maybe think about finishing it off for you guys.

[Beauregard]

Ok. I know I'm postiong twice in a row, but I've just read through thw whole sotry again, and am poised with my pen to write.

For thsoe who got confused when I made the changes up above, so did I. Sooooo. We have to imagine that the story went along merrily till it got to where the changes were made, then it skipped forward a page and started at the begining of the changes. Sooo. If you havn't yet read teh story, check up above to where teh chenges are and read from there when you get to that section in the original story, and for those who have read the original story, please feel free to forget it.

Hopefully I'll be able to finish the story soon.

A quick re-cap of where the characters are:

Beauregard was hanging onto a root from a cliff above the sea. The root snapped...

Miss Piggy, Rowlf, Kermit, Fozzie and Sam are in the Fraggle caves in Australia...

Gonzo dissapeared into backness when he tried to grab Fozzie's foot while Fozzie was being visited by a strange vision...

Robin, Skeeter and Bearegard's grandfather have appeared outside Mrs Nancy's house in Raenbu...

Scooter is in an Australian feild chasing sheep...

Bunsen has told Beeker that Beeker is the best lab assistent he ever had, and they are working together to mend the sabatarged rainbow maker...

Beauregard's dad, Mr Regard, has just knocked out the security guard, and broken into Mrs Nancy's house...

Pepe went off on a rescue mission, ok, without saying where he was going, ok....

That is all.

[The Count]

Lookin' forward to the next part of the story Bo.
Read through the whole thing earlier this morning, original and rewrites. There's some stuff from the original draft I'd've kept in the rewrites though. But it's going great and I hope you post the next piece as soon as you're ready to post it.

[Beauregard]

Yeah, well, I had a look at doing some more and it's not coming easy, so hold onto your hats for a bit. ;)

Thanks Count! Glad you liked it!

[Beauregard]

The wait is over! At last here is the next section! Let the fun begin!

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Mr Beautinglroth Regard thought he was dead. Well, he didn’t think he was dead, he thought that the man opposite him was dead. Not dead now, obviously, or he wouldn’t be standing, but he had thought he was dead before. Not dead before he was standing there, that would be silly. Beatingleroth Regard was confused.

He had been told, and thought, that Beauhoth, his father, was dead. but there he was now, stood tall as ever, lips slightly parted, and his brown paw-like hands clasped tightly together behind his back. Next to him the frog he recognised, and a young woman with red hair and a strangely shaped face.

“Hello,” Robin Frog said, breaking the awkward silence. “I don’t recall your name, but I landed on you a while back.”

“Yes,” Mr Regard said, his eyes never leaving his father’s. “My name is…”

Beauhoth Tinglroth interrupted. “I am Beautinglroth keeper of the sacred wooden hearts, and leader of Raenbu from before the birth of the new great nation. Who, sir, are you?”

Mr Regard seemed to pause a moment in hesitation, then, he moved one step forward, and bowed onto one knee. “I am no one. My name is not mine, but yours until it is given. You are my father, I am your son.”

Skeeter didn’t believe it. This Kennekte was old, white hair, walking stick, beard. Beauhoth was young, well muscled and healthy. This was not his son, looked more like his grandfather.

“My son?” Beauhoth said calmly. “Where have you been to grow old?”

“I went through the rainbow, I left to find you. My mother, she told me you were my father. She said you had gone through the rainbow. I could not find you there. The other side was in a war. They called it World War Two.”

“My son,” Beauhoth said again. He laid his firm hands on the bent head of Beutingleroth. “No more shall you be nameless, for my name I pass on to you. From this day you shall be Beautinglroth Regard, son of Beauhoth Tinglroth keeper of the sacred wooden hearts and leader of Raenbu.”

Slowly, very slowly, Beautinglroth looked up to his father’s face. Tears glinted in his grey eyes, reflecting the sunlight. He got to his feet, and leant heavily on his walking stick. “We must go,” he said. “Mrs Nancy has taken your place, and she threw my son into the outside world.”

“Your son?”

“My son. Beauregard. I never gave him a new name, I dreamt of one day you’re visiting me with the name for my son. And now you are here.”

Skeeter folded her arms across her chest. “Enough,” she said. “We have work to do. Can we keep the smushyness down to a minimum till it’s done?”

Robin pointed up at the giant mansion belonging to Mrs Nancy. “This is it guys,” he said. “Onward and upward!”

*****

The Fraggle cave they were in wasn’t the exciting, colourful and glittery place many of the others were. Here there was barely light to see by, except Kermit’ touch flashing around the walls in a beam. They were in Australia, and not many Fraggles lived this far from the main Fraggle Caves under America. But it was here that Kermit, Miss Piggy, Fozzie, Rowlf and Sam had come searching for little Robin, and the mysterious sister Scooter never spoke of, Skeeter. Where Scooter had finally come across his sister, and how they had got to the Cave of Rainbows was a story for another day, and Kermit was sure that Scooter would tell it to them soon enough.

Right now, they had to find the door shown on the map, and get into the cave of rainbows themselves. The problem was the door wasn’t there. It had either disappeared, the map was wrong, or the door had been blocked up.

“Where’s the door?” Miss Piggy asked. “There’s no door.”

“It’s disappeared,” Fozzie said.

“The map must be wrong,” Sam added, turning the map upside down to take another look.

“Maybe it’s been blocked up,” Rowlf suggested, and he was right.

“Here,” Kermit shouted, examining the cave walls with a torch. “Here! We got it people!”

In the beam of the touch-light, a brighter section of wall sent shadows and smatterings of light skittering across the cave floor. A thickset wooden door was firmly blocked into the wall, and hundreds of Dozer-sticks were crisscrossed across the entire thing, shutting it up and closing the entrance from use.

“Oh great!” Fozzie said, seeing the door. “Oh, no,” he added seeing the Dozer-sticks.

“Now what do we do?” Sam asked fluffing his feathers. “All entrances are blocked, and the only way out is back up that, disgusting, little rubbish chute.” He glanced above them to the two dark opening of tunnels that showed black above them like the eyes of Mahna Mahna.

“Er, Miss Piggy,” Kermit said. “Could you try and smash your way through here?”

Piggy shook a curl of hair from her forehead. “I beg, your, pardon? What do you take moi for? A battering ram?”

“Er, no,” Kermit said, “But.”

Fozzie interrupted. “Hey, guys. What do you get if you cross a base-ball bat with a sheep?”

“A battering-ram?” Kermit ventured.

“No. An angry sheep! Get it! Cross. Sheep. Wocka, wocka!”

“Not now, Fozzie. Piggy, would you please? Just for me?”

“No.” She turned away in a sulk. “Not even if you ask little old me very, very nicely.”

Kermit stormed forward, and grabbed her shoulder, suddenly angry. He spun her around to face him. “Miss Piggy,” he said. “This is not the time for games. My nephew is stuck in that cave, he may be in trouble. Now would you, please, help me!”

Piggy looked at him shocked, then her face softened and she smiled. “Of course,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She walked up to the plaster of Dozer-sticks and rubbed her gloved hands together. “Oh right. Uno, dos, three. Hiiiii-yah!” She swung her arm and smashed into the Dozer-sticks sending them shattering around the cave. Some broken pieces stuck in her hair, and one landed square in her mouth. “Uuch!” Miss Piggy said, spitting, then, “Oh wait. Umm. That is yummy! Radishes! Ooh. Delicious!” She eagerly started stuffing Dozer sticks, while Kermit, Fozzie, and Rowlf worked to remove the remaining ones from the doorway.

They opened the door…

…and were hit with a wall of water that threw them all over, under, and down.

*****

To be continued...

[The Count]

Yaeeeeey! Thanks Bo, keep it comin!
Just hope to find out where Scooter and Gonzo are though. But the story's back and better than ever.

[christyb]

Ok, I finally had time to get through this thing. And it's wonderful. Very nicely done. Can't wait for more.

[Beauregard]

Thanks guys.

Christy, I just got started reading your Fraggle fan-fic. That's really great too! I mean really.

[christyb]

Gee thanks. I'm blushing. I'm glad you liked it. Wait a minute. I thought you said you had work to do??? ;). LoL.

[Beauregard]

Yes, I did...and you were meant to be studying for tests if I recall ;)

[Whatever]

Yay! I love the comments about the door. Funny stuff!

[Beauregard]

Here is is, here it be, a little more story from me:

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*****

Beaker tentatively peaked over the top of the worktop in Muppet Labs. The Rainbow-maker lay there in pieces, little bits of metal, plastic, and cheese spread out ready to be fixed together into a working machine once more. A wire, so obviously cut, was in the middle of the heap.

Beaker picked it up, and flexed it between his hands.

Beside him, Bunsen watched silently. He desperately wanted to tell Beaker off for touching without asking, but for once, he didn’t. He didn’t want Beaker to get angry with him again, and was truly sorry for the things he had said to him earlier.

Beaker picked up the other half of the wire, and touched the two ends together. A spark flickered across them, and Beaker jumped back, then touched them together again.

“Mee, mee, mou,” he said at last, putting down the wires, and turning to Bunsen.

“Yes, snipped,” Bunsen said. “But by whom? And why?”

“Mee, me, my.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Meep!”

“Excellent idea, Beaker. We could use our super-duper flashy fingerprint enhancer to zoom in on the wire and pick up the fingerprints of our culprit. Quick, get the gadget.”

Beaker scurried to the filing cabinet of inventions. “Mee, me, me, me.” He read down the labels until he came to ‘M’ “Mee, mee!” he said, opening the drawer and extracting the Multi-Use Vinegar-Electrified Ultra-Radical Fingerprint-Enhancer and Remover, also known as the MUVE UR FER.

The MUVE UR FER was shaped like an iron, with twiddle bits, and flashy bits, and a wire the snaked out the end, and a view screen installed in the handle. Beaker carried it across to the worktop, and dumped it down on the counter. “Mee, mou,” he said.

“Excellent!” Bunsen agreed. He picked it up, and examined it. “Yes, the heel-and-toer seems in working order. Um hum. The video-capture is blinking nicely. Ohh, my. Yes. And the powder-drop is oiled ready. Perfect. Now if we just…” He laid the end of the iron over one of the wires. “Pop it here, and then, we, should…yes.”

He pushed it slowly forward, and rolled it back. “Good, good.” A little waft of steam floated from the MUVE UR FER and drifted up to the chemical-stained ceiling.

Bunsen lifted the device off the wire, and peered into the veiwscreen. “Well, that’s that,” he said. “We have a perfect fingerprint, two actually. One from the culprit, and one from you, I think, who touched the wire”

“Me?”

“Yes. You.” Now. To eliminate suspicion from my lab assistant, we shall have to take his fingerprints to match them against these.” Bunsen tapped the machine, and pointed at Beaker.

Beaker backed up a little.

“Now, don’t be naughty Beaker. Just put your fingers here into the machine.”

Beaker hesitantly poked a finger under the iron, then another, and his hand.

Bunsen hit a button, and Beaker started hopping up and down with his finger stuck in the iron. “Mee! Me! MEEEE!”

“Oh dear. No hold on Beaker. We’ll soon get them out. Oh, bother.”

*****

Sam the American Eagle was drowning. His beak was filled with freezing cold water, and his eyes were misting up from the salt of the sea. He would have to breath soon, and then, then he’d be in trouble…

Miss Piggy knew her hair would be seriously tangled after being swept away by the water. Her snout itched from the bits of seaweed thrown at her face. She tried swimming gracefully for the surface, and then gave up and attempted doggy paddling. That didn’t work either. It was doing now good. She couldn’t get up. She couldn’t even tell which way was up…

Kermit could see his waterproof touch glowing against the ground of the cave. Dozer-sticks and used radish peels swirled around him in the swell of the flood….

Fozzie was pressed against the edge of the cave by the torrent of water, trying to think of a decent punch line. What do you get if you open a door in a cave when the tide is in? Hmm. Wet….

Rowlf should have been a good swimmer, being a dog and all, but he wasn’t. Ever since a Puppy he’d been scared of water, and his mother had sent a note whenever swimming lessons came up at dog-training school. He was drowning too…

Then they weren’t.

Suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway of the cave. He was dressed in wet-suit and air-tanks, but through the mask Piggy could see it was Scooter. How he had got there, and why, Piggy didn’t know. But she did no he would be able to save them.

With a goal to swim to, she managed to propel herself forward.

Scooter saw her coming, and grabbed a foot of Fozzie’s. He dragged Fozzie Bear, kicking and spluttering, through the entrance into the rainbow cave. Inside, the water had temporarily gone down. When it unleashed it’s furry into the other cave that had acted as a open plug to let the water out of the rainbow cave.

Piggy and Fozzie broke the surface as one and gulped mouthfuls of stale air. They looked around for their saver but he was gone again.

Scooter pushed himself back into the next cave with strong arm strokes. He looked out through his mask, but couldn’t see anyone else there. He dived down to the glow of Kermit’s torch, and grabbed it in gloved fingers. He swung the beam of light around him. There was no sign of Kermit, or Rowlf or Sam. For a long time he searched the underwater cave, then he realised. They were gone. What would he tell Piggy?

To be continued...

[Whatever]

Oooh, the suspence...

[Beauregard]

As if that wasn't enough suspence, the plot thickens:

__

They stood on the doorstep and tried to find a door handle. But the door was as flat as the wall. Mrs Nancy’s house was painted a pale pink with streaks of darker red running down like mildew. Her door hardly looked different from the rest of the wall in fact except that it had a letterbox in it.

“There has to be a way in,” Mr Regard said. “Honestly.”

Beautinglroth gave him a look. “Are all the houses built like this these days? With no door handles or locks?”

“Nope. We all have door handles, and lots of bolts on the outside.”

Skeeter looked away from examining the door for a second. “On the outside, what earthly good do they have?”

Regard blinked. “They were Mrs Nancy’s design, of course,” he said. “But we can find uses for them, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure she can,” Beautinglroth muttered. “Especially on those she wants under her control.” He turned to Skeeter. “The problem with our species,” he said. “Is that we are terribly gullible.”

Skeeter smiled slightly. “Did you know that…”

“…gullible has bee taken out of the dictionary?” Beautinglroth finished. “Yes,” he said, sceptically.

“It’s such a shame,” Mr Regard said. “It’s a very pleasant word.”

“Letterbox,” Robin said thoughtfully.

“Um,” Regard agreed. “That is a nice word too.”

“No, ah, ha.” Robin laughed. “I meant Letterbox is a way to get in.”

“I vote brute force,” Skeeter said.

“How would we get through the letterbox?” Beautinglroth asked.

“I’d go,” Robin replied. “And then I’d let you all in.”

“What if there’s those fluffy things to stop people’s hands coming out?” Mr Regard said quickly.

“There won’t be,” Robin said with his usual optimism. He hopped up onto Beautinglroth shoulder. “Please,” he said. “Please let me try. I really want to help Beauregard.”

“No,” Skeeter said. “I won’t allow it. Robin, if you get hurt your Uncle will never forgive you, or, um me..”

“Come on, Skeet. You’re sounding like Scooter.”

Skeeter shook her head. “No way. Uncles mean a lot to some people, and I won’t let you get hurt. Kermit would never forgive himself.”

“I won’t get hurt,” Robin insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

He jumped from Beautinglroth shoulder to Skeeter’s hand, then onto Mr Regard’s walking stick, which was leaning against the door.

Beautinglroth laid a hand on Skeeter’s arm. “You should let him go,” he said. “He’s young. He needs to take risks.”

Skeeter turned away. “I still don’t think he should.”

“Too late.”

They both swung round to Mr Regard.

“What? Why?” Skeeter said very fast, her questions tumbling over each other like beetles.

“Why? Who?” Beautingleroth asked.

“Who? When?”

“When? Where?”

“Where? What?”

“What? Where?”

“Where? Why?”

“Why? Who?”

“Who? What?”

“Robin,” Mr Regard said blinking hard and trying to keep up with their questions in his mind. “He just went through the letterbox.”

It was true. Robin Frog had taken advantage of Skeeter and Beautinglroth’s arguing and had slithered through the letterbox, right into the waiting paws of Mrs Nancy. From outside, they didn’t hear him shout.

*****

7 YEARS AGO

Beauregard was in his room dusting the cabinets, when there was a polite knock, and the door cracked open. A snout poked through the crack, then Miss Piggy pushed the door open and came in.

She was dressed in pink, with satins and lace. A hat was perched on the edge of her head, covering one ear. Her gloves were dark pink. She flounced into the room, and sat on the bed. “Hello, looser,” she said by way of greeting.

Beauregard’s mouth dropped open a little. “Er, hello,” he said.

“I just came from a meeting with the writers, you know, the writers of our new movie, The Great Muppet Caper.”

Beauregard blinked. He wasn’t in that movie, so what did she want to tell him about that for. “And, what?” Beauregard said slowly.

“And I’ve managed to convince them to give a teenzy leetle part for you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I can be very persuasive.”

Beau twisted a finger in his ear. “Sorry, did you say I’m in the Caper film?”

“Yes! I wrote the part just for you!”

“You did that? For me?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because, hmm, I don’t know why, just because!”

“Really? Who am I playing?”

“Yourself, of course. The thick taxi driver. Originally they had a generic actor to be that character, but I thought, you! And I changed it to fit you a little more. You know, a bit S T U P I double D.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“And also I inserted some lines for you in the crowd scenes.”

Beauregard grabbed her gloved hand in his paw. “You are so kind to me. You are my only friend.”

Miss Piggy snatched her hand away. “Don’t think me,” she said. “Thank yourself. Later.”

With that, she hopped off the bed, and out of the room. It was only thinking back that Beauregard noticed something strange about her. Her eyes were dark red with stripes of purple.

*****

NOW

Beauregard was falling. For once. Not failing, falling. He’d been travelling to his favourite spot in the fog and storm, until the wind had buffeted him from the rope ladder down, down towards the sea.

Salt water licked up at him, spitting at his face. His foot was caught in a weed that hung on tightly to the cliff-face. Around him the fog seemed to swirl into faces and people he recognised. Rowlf, Robin, Kermit. Nice people. The rats who had tricked him into being their president. Mrs Nancy who had given him the part in Muppet Caper.

No.

It wasn’t Mrs Nancy. It was Miss Piggy.

“Do you need some help, ok?”

Now he was hearing voices.

“Beauregard, ok? You there, ok?”

That sounded like Pepe. Beauregard turned his head. He was finding it hard to move suspended above the sea by his foot caught in a piece of stringy weed. “Pepe?”

“Pepe is here, ok. You need a hand, me thinks.”

“Yeah. I think I do.” He turned his body, saw an outline of Pepe swinging a rope, then the weed snapped and Beauregard was plunged under the roaring seawaters.

To be continued...

[Whatever]

Yikes! I'm on the edge of my seat here!

[Beauregard]

Er, Whatever, I think that has more to do with the fact that you're sat on the same seat as Sweetums and he's taking a little over half.

[Xerus]

That was a great next chapter you wrote. I can't wait to read more. :)

[Whatever]

Er, Whatever, I think that has more to do with the fact that you're sat on the same seat as Sweetums and he's taking a little over half.
Too true.

[zeldazipple]

Great fic Bo! :excited: Wow! It took me 3 hours to read it fron start to now. Best fic I read in along time. Can't waite to read the next chapter!

[Beauregard]

Coming up later today, hopefully.

Glad you liked it!

[TogetherAgain]

ok I officially confess that I was obsessed with this site for months before I joined. Which allows me to admit the following.

Bo, I officially declare that I LOVE this fanfic. I officially declare that I have been trying to be patient with waiting for what happens next. And I officially declare that I am running out of patience.
I want to KNOW......what happens NEXT...... what happened to Kermit, and Rowlf, and Sam, and Gonzo..... And who cut the wire....And what's going to happen to Robin, and I WANT TO KNOW!

And to make up for sounding rather harsh just now, I will add that I absolutely love the whole muppet labs scenes stuff, and I love the whole thing, and that I'm sure that when you do post the rest, it will be well worth the wait, and I'm just sort of.... um.... ok I'll shut up and go to sleep now.... :sleep:

[Beauregard]

*gulp*

Forgive me. *grovel, grovel*

I am OFICIALLY sorry ;) for forgetting about this (again...) I'll get back on to it. Becuase I do happen to know who cut the wire... I will devote some time to satisfying your questians.

Have a good day.

Beauregard.

[zeldazipple]

Yea I'm really excited to know what happens next. You sure are good at leaving us with cliff hangers. :) :excited:

[Beauregard]

"I love deadlines. I love the Whooshing sound they make as they go by." Douglas Adams

Sorry again folks, I have once more got engrossed in my own work and forgotten about you poor people desperatly hanging on the edges of your seats. I promise faithfully to have this story finished by 2010. Until then...it'll come when it comes. ;)

[TogetherAgain]

2010? but BEAU!.......... :( waahhh......

You see I guess I was sort of thinking that it would be kind of nice to know what happens next, um, sometime before I started Junior year... well, I suppose I could wait it out until I graduate high school.... but that's still three years before 2010....

So basically what I'm saying is:

<gets down on knees>
PUH-LEEEEEEEASE post just- just a little bit of the story, maybe? soon? Pleeeeeeeeease? Pretty pretty pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top? :sympathy:

[Vic Romano]

Sorry it's taken me so long, but I decided to finally get around to reading this, Beau and I gotta' say tremendous job, my man, tremendous job. I'm proud of you! What a great story, I had no idea that on top of being so funny and talented that you were a writer also!

[TogetherAgain]

yes, Beau is a great writer. Now all we have to do is convince him to finish the story. Or at least give us a little bit of something to read, just a teeny-tiny- little something. hm, maybe if we just keep posting in this thread so he can't forget it exists *again*. :mad:

...or maybe not. Maybe if we just generally beg enough...
<on knees>
PLEASE BEAU? PLEASE? GIVE US MORE! PLEASE! PLEASE! MORE! MORE! MORE!

.........please?

[Whatever]

It's nice to see someone other than me begging him for a change. We should start a club, LOL.

[TogetherAgain]

ok Whatever let's beg together!

BEAU! DON'T LEAVE US HANGING! TELL US WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!

[zeldazipple]

Give him a break you guys. :) After all he did promis he would have it finished by 2015. ;) lol

[Beauregard]

ok Whatever let's beg together!

BEAU! DON'T LEAVE US HANGING! TELL US WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
Ug, blast you fans! Now I will have to write some more...:D Just kidding, of corse. I will take a peak this afternoon if I get the time.

[TogetherAgain]

yay, blast us! blast us!

wait, that might not be a smart thing to
:crazy: *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* :crazy:


.....say....

[Beauregard]

MORE AT LOOOOONG LAST!



Sam the American Eagle felt himself sinking. His bald head smacked against the side of the cave, and he had to breathe. Closing his eyes tightly he took a deep breath. Better to die quickly.

Air filled his lungs, and he opened his eyes. In the moment between realising he wasn’t dead, and hitting the floor of the black room, Sam felt somewhat like relieved.

*****

Kermit appeared in the shimmering arc of light. Dust beams surrounded him as he lay on the hard flooring. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know that he wasn’t in a cave flooded with water.

The next to appear was Rowlf. The big dog landed on his side, and rolled over, jumping up onto his feet. Beneath them were tiles, painted black. Beside them were back walls, and the light bulb that hung from a wire in the center of the ceiling was covered with black mesh.

Near them was a large mirror with undulated, and quivered like melted silver. Next to the mirror, was a foreboding control panel with lights and knobs and little twisty bits to twist. Holding tight to a lever was a blue whatever with a long curved nose.

“Where’s the pig?” Gonzo asked, as Kermit sat up. “And the bear? I can’t find their vital signs to lock onto.”

“Gonzo?” Kermit said unbelievingly. “What are you doing here, and, for that matter, where’s here?”

“Ah ha,” Gonzo said. “Maybe I should explain some things.”

***

[Beauregard]

A Little While Back
Gonzo was falling down the tunnel when the faces started to appear, then he was falling into a blackness that sucked him into unconsciousness. He awoke as the touch of something cold and wet pressing against his body.

It was thick, like the thickest darkest oil in the world, and cold like hard metal. He was being pulled, pressed, pushed, squeezed through it. His nose broke though the surface tension, and his face followed. He was coming through a mirror of undulating black metal. A hand, an arm, a body, a foot, and leg. He half fell, half stumbled out of the mirror, and stepped down onto a solid wooden floor, his foot pressed into it, then it shifted like sand and became solid once more.

A light flashed towards him, and Gonzo leapt out the way. He landed in a pile of empty sacks, and buried himself quickly, hiding beneath them. The light exploded against the black mirror, and disappeared.

Then Gonzo heard a woman’s voice. “I thought I heard something over here.” She moved towards the sacks, and rummaged a little. Gonzo felt her hand pass by his face, then stop still, reach back. Gonzo pulled away. She withdrew her hand again.

Gonzo poked his nose out, and sniffed. He didn’t smell any danger, so he peaked his whole head out. The woman had gone now, and the room was almost completely dark except a small light on a single panel on a complicated looking piece of machinery.

Gonzo walked across to it, and his eyes widened. On a large screen he watched a fuzzy movie, or what appeared to be one, of Miss Piggy, Kermit, Sam, Rowlf, and Fozzie falling into a cave. Then, suddenly, it occurred to him that this wasn’t a movie but what was happening. Were the Muppets being filmed?

Gonzo touched his hand to the screen, but could not feel it. He leant further forward towards the screen as Piggy started chopping at a Dozer-stick blockage. His knee touched a lever, and a clatter of broken Dozer-sticks appeared behind him on the floor in a shimmer of light.

Gonzo leapt back. “Woohaha!”

He tripped on the Dozer sticks, and crumpled on the floor. Carefully extracting himself, Gonzo peeked at the screen again. Miss Piggy was eating, no surprise, and the others were opening a door….

Gonzo took a better look at the machine. It was strangely shaped with angles where their should have been curves, and curves where there should have been angles. There was a lever. Gonzo touched it and crosshairs sparked to light on the screen.

Gonzo moved it back and forth. Somehow it was this lever that had sent dozer sticks here from there. He lined it up on Kermit, thought that was too dangerous, and moved them across to Fozzie.

He was about to push the little button on top of the lever, when a burst of water filled the cave, washing Fozzie, Kermit, Sam, Rowlf, and Piggy back.

Within moments he could see they were drowning. He had no choice but to save them even if it meant they would get killed…that was his reasoning.

He lined up crosshairs, hit the button, lined up more.

***

“And that’s how we got here?” Kermit asked.

“I figure,” Gonzo said.

Sam the Eagle frowned deeply at the screen. “There is no screen here,” he said, waving his feathery arms through where the glass should be.

“Exactly,” Gonzo said, “It is strange, no?”

“Yes,” Rowlf said. “But, more strange, where are Piggy and Fozzie?”

“Piggy?” Kermit said, “Isn’t she here?”

Gonzo looked at the ground, the black tiles reflecting in the darkness of his eyes. “I couldn’t find her,” he said. “I couldn’t save either of them.”

***

“I couldn’t save them,” Scooter told Miss Piggy.

“What? What do you mean?” They were gone. Rowlf, Sam…Kermit”

“Kermie… Tears welled in her eyes. “I have to go back<” she said fiercely.

“It’s no use,” Scooter insisted. “He isn’t there. We need to get out of here before we die…too.”

“My Kermit is not DEAD! I just know it, Fozzie, tell him we have to go back.” Piggy looked from one to the other of them through pale eyes, blurred with tears. “Please, Scooter.”

There was another voice then, not Scooter, not Fozzie. “No. There is something more important.”

Turning, Miss Piggy saw Beauregard.

[The Count]

Yeah! Thanks Bo for the update in the story. But a question though.

Wasn't Beauregard hanging from the cliff with Pepe at his heels? So how is it he said his line to Piggy in the last installment?

[Beauregard]

Beauregard actually fell into the sea on the last page, and you will see how he said the last line in the next installment.

[TogetherAgain]

YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!
MORE STORY! THANK YOU A THOUSAND TIMES BEAU!!!!!!!!!

And I love it. I love it. This is so awesome!
But of course now that you've answered a couple questions (what happened to gonzo, kermit, rowlf, and sam, is Beauregard ok) You have also raised new ones. So where are they? When will these two groups be reunited?
And there's the questions you still haven't answered from before. What happened to Robin? Who cut the wire?

I'm sorry I pester so much, it's really because I just love the story so much and I'm curious. I should be patient enough to stop bothering you for a while now. I think.
Keep it up!

[The Count]

Thanks Bo, lookin' forward to the next installment.

TogetherAgain, not Beauregard, but I can help with a few of your questions.
1 Still no answer as to who cut the wire, but the suspect in mind is a pinkish female who lives in the middle of the rainbow.
2 Gonzo, Kermit, Rowlf and Sam are all in Miss Nancy's control room in her mansion. At least, from what I gathered from the story so far.
3 Scooter, Fozzie and Piggy are still in Austrailia.
4 Robin, Skeeter, Beauregard's dad and grandfather are all in another part of Miss Nancy's mansion.
Don't know when the three groups will meet, but at least now there are two factions in Miss Nancy's stronghold and I'd expect them to meet up and explain to each other soon. At least, if that's what Bo decides to do with the story.

BTW: TogetherAgain, wanna join us as a new boarder at the dorms? Contact me if interested.

[Whatever]

Yay Beau! :D :D :D

[Beauregard]

New Chapter: Not my best, but I guess it's better than nothing, no?

__

High above the world they sailed, diving and bobbing through the space clouds, and watching with a part of their brains the events below. Highly evolved beings, the Space Fish concentrated a small part of their minds on watching their friend Gonzo and his friends the Muppets, and another part of their minds watching over the many thousands of fish in the seas of the tiny planet known as earth.

Most of their minds, of course, were absorbed in the complexities of the question that had bothered them for years. The question, what was the best way to make tea? Some said Cold, sweet, sugary. Some said Hot, black, lemony. Yet others at the Space Fish meet-up had insisted that Milk-in-First, English tea was the only way to have it. One of their varied brethren had heard from a space captain in the future that the best was “Tea, Earl Grey, Hot,” But that made no sense. So, their minds stayed on the problem, while a part of them kept a sleepy eye on Earth and it’s problems.

It had been the Rainbow Trout’s that had first alerted them to the problem. There was an interstellar rip coming, and fast. Events had been started and not finished, and it was all coming apart at the seams.

Tea, almost black, with a little milk and thee sugars?

The problem was that rip was going to take out the Rainbow Trout first, as they were infinitely connected to the rainbows, rainbows themselves would go next, and finally the entire universe would implode.

Oh well.

Tea, lemon, no sugar? Tea with milk and sugar?

That was why they’d decided to intervene, when Beauregard fell under the sea, they had sent a swarm of Rainbow Trout to help him…it wasn’t near their usual habitat, but they did it for the sake of the universe.

The thrashing fish had totally surrounded him, then there was a flash of rainbow light and he had appeared beside the Cosmic Knowledge Fish. The fish had empowered him with a piece of knowledge, and returned him beside his friends. Then they had snatched him back to ask a quick question.

“How do you have your tea?”

“Weeeel, um, I prefer to drink the coffee

“What a splendid suggestion, quick, write it down before we forget.”

They sent him back to earth, and were left with only one question. Coffee with milk and sugar? Or black coffee?

[Whatever]

Suspence!

[The Count]

Actually... I liked this scene with the Cosmic Knowledge Fish.

[Beauregard]

Actually... I liked this scene with the Cosmic Knowledge Fish.
Thanks! I may not be able to bring another chapter tomorrow. :zany: But friday, definatly.

I wanna know what happens!

[TogetherAgain]

Thanks! I may not be able to bring another chapter tomorrow. :zany: But friday, definatly.

I wanna know what happens!
woah, woah, woah, now hold the phone just one second here-
You mean you don't know what happens next either? but... but isn't it your story?
woah. ....oh, I think I got it! ok.
oh, um... you can put the phone down, now.

[Skeeter Muppet]

woah, woah, woah, now hold the phone just one second here-
You mean you don't know what happens next either? but... but isn't it your story?
woah. ....oh, I think I got it! ok.
oh, um... you can put the phone down, now.

I say this from my experience as a fanfic writer...we don't have as much control over our creative muses as we'd like to think we do ;)

-Kim

[Beauregard]

I say this from my experience as a fanfic writer...we don't have as much control over our creative muses as we'd like to think we do ;)

-Kim
Control? Where? Oh you mean that thing! No, we don't have any of that, goodness, no!

[TogetherAgain]

Control? Where? Oh you mean that thing! No, we don't have any of that, goodness, no!
ok, got it. no control.
<car starts swerving all over the road... off the road... into a tree or two or ten...>
Hey, anybody remember how I got in a car?

[Beauregard]

ok, got it. no control.
<car starts swerving all over the road... off the road... into a tree or two or ten...>
Hey, anybody remember how I got in a car?
You crack me up, Lisa!

[TogetherAgain]

You crack me up, Lisa!
OH NO! HE'S GOT CRACKS IN HIM!
He needs surgery! or maybe he needs a band-aid. No, he needs lotion! No, Stitches! Oh dear... I think we need to call in an expert.
DOCTOR BOB! BEAU GOT CRACKED UP! HOW DO WE FIX IT?

um, beau... what sort of cracks are these?

[Beauregard]

i meant to post this yesterday! If you remember, Robin hopped through the letter box into Mrs Nancy's waiting hands, and if you don't remember, that is all right because I just reminded you....


__


“You can’t keep me locked up here forever,” Robin shouted from the birdcage. The cage was small, gilded, and hung from a hook in the ceiling of a room so high he could hardly see the floor below him.

A chuckle rose from far below. “I certainly can keep you up there,” came Mrs Nancy’s voice.

“How?” Robin called down.

“By not letting you out.”

“You know…” Robin stopped. “I only wanted to talk to you.”

“Then talk way.” Her voice echoed off the brick walls. A stiff breeze came through a pair of small, bared windows, and rocked the cage precariously.

“Why?” Robin called.

“Why what?” Mrs Nancy asked. He could make her out now, way down pacing back and forth across the tiled floor, her footsteps clanking back and forth.

“Why everything?” Robin said. “Why do caterpillars crawl? Why is there sky? Why is there a world at all? And why do I ask why?”

“That’s it.” Mrs Nancy shouted, and she cranked a lever, lowering the hook from the ceiling. She held the lever until he was at eye-level, then snapped it back into place on the wall. “I won’t talk from such a distance.”

“Oh good, because my throat was getting sore from shouting.”

“A frog in your throat?” And Mrs Nancy laughed, not a pleasant laugh. “What did you want to say, stranger from another world? Why did you come here?”

“I came here to see what was on the other side of a rainbow.”

“And you’ve seen it. You can go home.”

“No I can’t. You know, that was why I came the first time. But not now, now I am here because I need to bring one family back together.”

“Shut up your little green face,” Mrs Nancy screamed, and she slammed the lever back down, sending the hook flashing back up towards the ceiling.

At the top, it was going at such a speed that the hook jarred against the top of the room, and the birdcage rocked, the hoop slipped over the end of the hook, and Robin was suddenly plummeting. He never reached the ground…

[Skeeter Muppet]

*laughs at Robin quoting a lyric from Mokey's "Why?" song* Ingenious little frog, ain't he?

-Kim

[TogetherAgain]

oh good, we're back to robin. lets see, he's falling down and... wait...
ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!

ok I'm better now.
More please.

[zeldazipple]

Pheeeew finally got to the end of this thread. I guess I'm going to need a little glue too. :crazy: lol

Exaclant Bau. Suspence love it! I know I'm short and to the point, but what else is there to say that hasen't allready beeen said. Except MORE! MORE! :excited: Glad to see you back to writing again. :)

[TogetherAgain]

I am being patient. I am being patient. I am being patient. I am being patient. I am being... <sigh>oh, it's no use.
I am NOT being patient!
nobody has posted any fanfic in days, I'm going through withdrawl over here...
And Beau, since I'm sure you're wondering why I'm not posting this in the other fanfic threads as well, it's because you should be used to me nagging by now, so you won't mind as much... in theory...
And because you have the most loose ends at the moment. I mean, you still haven't told us who cut that wire, and........
Ok I won't nag. I won't nag. I won't nag. I won't nag. I won't nag. I won't nag. I won't... well now this isn't working, either! :mad:

[TogetherAgain]

You mentioned something about working on this over this past weekend...
um...
<returns to examining hairs on arm>

[Skeeter Muppet]

Maybe he needs a longer weekend?

-Kim

[Beauregard]

*whistles innocently*

[Whatever]

*whistles innocently*
Dangit Beau, every time I see a post by you in this thread I think it's a new installment! False alarms like that make me sad! :(

[Beauregard]

Sorry!

Oops...did it again...

[TogetherAgain]

I second what Whatever said.
Hey that sounds funny.
So Beau, if you would please... stop whistling innocently and start posting STORY
<sweet little smile> please? :halo:

[Beauregard]

Back by popular demand: You next instalment on What's on the Other Side. Tying up no questians, but rather posing new ones....enjoy!

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Ding, dong.

The doorbell peeled through the stone corridors, echoing dull against the pillars and half-naked statues.

Ding, dong.

The sound rolled off curtains, shivered across slabfloors, sparkled throughout the empty ballroom of mirrors.

Ding....
...Dong

It reached the ears of Mrs Nancy. Her purple eyes flahsed, and she clapped her hands. "At last. A cordial visit." And she chuckled.

Footsteps on stairs, the sweep of her furred hands along the handrail, and she was at the door. She pressed her eye to the fisheye-peephole. It was as she thought.

Mrs Nancy drew back from the door, with her hands behind her back. After a moment, it swung silently open.

The two beyond turned suddenly, as if guilty, caught unaware, their backs to their duty.

Mrs Nancy looked into the face that had so often hauntend her dreams. "Hello Beauhoth," she said. "I've been expecting you."

Beautingleroth Regard growled deep in his throat. "You told me my father was dead."

Mrs Nancy smiled chillingly. "Oh, I did? I'm so terrably sorry. But, I sometimes speak ahead of myself. Too soon. But, he soon will be. Don't worry yourself."

"I've been waiting a long time for this," Beauhoth shouted, leaping forward as strong and agile as any younger member of his race. His fingers closed on Mrs Nancy's throat, and he pushed her back against the cold wall.

Her mouth parted in a half-scream, half-laugh, half-cry of satisifaction. Then she twisted, catching his feet with hers and throwing Beauhoth to the ground.

Mr Regard swung his cane, but she caught it with ease, throwing Mr Regard off balence, and tripping him also to the hard floor.

"I'd have expected better," she said.

And Beauhoth was up, dodging, moving, constantly in motion, jumping forward, hopping back.

She pared his every strike, enjoying the moment more and more. She would kill him any time she wanted. Then at last he wouldn't be worrying her any longer, no court of jury to sent him to The End, nothing but her and him. No witnesses. He attacked me, my lord judge, I killed in self-defence.

"Stop right where you are, or, or else."

The voice was male, deep, and unexpected. It was not Beauhoth, or Beautingleroth Regard. It was no frog. Mrs Nancy stopped, her hands quickly moving to her sides.

Beauhoth recognised the voice. It was one he had heard many times in his deeper dreams. Beautingleroth also recognised it. It was one he had heard many times in his younger years.

Beauhoth punched, and Mrs. Nancy went down, crumpling in a heep.

Another voice. "Alright. Enough. We do Not hit defencless women." And a pig rounded the corner of the hall. Her hair was damp, her clothes drying. She was followed by a young man, yellow with orange hair. A bear. And last...he came.

Beautingleroth Regard's breath caught in his throat. "Beau, my son. Beauregard."

Beauhoth's face changed, his fists tightened. He grabbed Mrs Nancy's hand, tying them with a lenth of cord. "Put her upstairs in the dungeon."

"Father," Mr Regard said, bending to lift his cane from the floor. "This is Beauregard. Your grandchild."

"I know," said Beauhoth. "We've met."

[Fragglemuppet]

That was terrific Beau. At long last, more story! I have been a faithful reader of yours for a long time, and I love this story.

[Whatever]

Awwww.

[TogetherAgain]

:zany: ! OH WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
WOW!
WOW!
WOW!
and did I mention- WOW!
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Beau this is so awesome!
But, ever so predictably, now I want more.
keep it coming! please!

[Beauregard]

Thanks everyone!

As usual...another plot twist thrown in just to make life more complicated for me...

...why do they keep doing that?

Ooooooh. P.S. Maybe, just maybe we'll answer some questians next time....

[TogetherAgain]

answers would be wonderful.
then again anything would be wonderful.
Well, anything but a lack of story...
ok this post is getting too complicated right now.

[Beauregard]

"Ahhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhh!" The wind rushed past the cage, as it fell twisting, screaming, daring to hope, giving up hope, crying, wishing, and being filled with peace all in one drawn out moment as the cage dropped sickeningly from it's hook, as if in slow motion.

It wheeled downwards...and then...

"Omf! Got you!"

The cage jarred as the hand caught the rungs of its caging. Robin slammed against the bars, and lay there for a moment breathing hard....

(*)(*)(*)(*)

Kermit examined the machine, while Sam the Eagle fussed behind him. "This is not the American way. We do not simply waltz into someone elses propety and fiddle with their belongings. It is not Decent."

Kermti pointed to a small screen that had been hidden to one side. "Gonzo, look at this."

"Oooh! Check that out. Looks like a record of something. See..."

"Yes," Kermit agreed. "The line moves across the screen like a heartbeat monitor, and here and there, there is a peak and jump in the line."

"Towards the end here, it is gettign faster," Gonzo said. "Like when Animal ate my Mexican Jumpign Beans."

"...And good upright Americans would know better than to stand gawping at a screen that belongs not to them at all. If placed under circumstances such as our own, i.e. for example being sent unexpectedly into the home of another they would quickly find the afore-mentioned house owner and explain the incalcuable mistake."

"You are right," Kermit said to Gonzo. "The blip is getting fast. And more frequent. Something big must be happening."

"Soething is," said Sam. "We are dwelling where no man should step. In the personal home of..."

"SHUT UP!" Gonzo said.

"Shuttign up," Sam replied.

"Thanks Gonzo," Kermit said under his breath.

Rowlf the dog returned from examining the premases. "The doors are locked," he said. "And...kermit! Look! A rainbow!"

And it appeared, arching out of the machine and spining slowly around. The colors were crisper than any imagiation can bring into being. Every part glowed with an undulating light like no other. The rainbow reflected back in the eyes of the behilders. Floating higher, and higher, spinning so slowly and so magicly.

Kermit gulped, a tear forming for no reason. This was it. The rainbow...a rainbow unseen before by man, or frog. A rainbow he had dreamed of in black and white, it made every color seen before like an insipid grey in comparison.

Rowlf opened and shut his paws. His wide eyes gazed up into the depthes of the rainbow, and he knew he was the only dog to see this.

Sam folded his arms, opened his mouth, shut his mouth, blinked. Said nothing.

Gonzo touched his hand to his nose, unable to believe it real, this bow in the sky.

Floating dots of sparkling light etched from the bow, dancing like fairys around it, encircling it, and darting in and out of the pure pool of light.A music seemed to play...not music, a sound, a sound.

And then they moved as one, Kermit Gonzo Sam Rowlf, they lifted their hands, stepped, pressed their fingers into the light, like pressing into soft clay....

[Beauregard]

Mrs Nancy woke up kicking as they dragged her up the stairs towards the tower room dungeon. "Get your paws off me! Let go of me. You will Die for this!" And they carried her on up, around the bends of the staircase to the highest room.There, they slammed open the large wooden door. It clanged against the stone work. The shattered remains of a cage lay broken on the floor. A tiny spider like creature scuttled away.

"Put me down. In the name of the Rainbow let go of me."

Beauhoth did, throwing her on the floor, tied paw and foot. Miss Piggy stood by him, a frown crinkling her brow. "Have we met before?"

"Shut up!" Mrs Nancy snapped.

Fozzie Bear came into the room, standing behind Mrs Piggy, as though she were a sheild. Beauregard and Mr Regard came in behind him. Beauhoth bent down towards Mrs Nancy's face. "Where is Robin."

"Ha! Ha, he, heh, ha!"

"Where is Robin."

"He, he, he, ha, ho, heee, hum!"

Fozzie blinked. "Is something funny here?"

Piggy glanced over her shoulder. "The woman is hysterical."

"He, he, he!"

Beauhoth grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and shook her. "Where is he?"

"He, he, he is gone!" She waved a hand at the broken fragments. "He was just here."

"Beauhoth slammed his fist at the ground. "I need him."

"You." Mrs Nancy pointed a long unwavering finger at Beauhoth. "He broke the rules. No creature is allowed in, no one but us. And none of us that have been perverted by the....world beyond."

Beautingleroth Regard stepped past Miss Piggy, leaning on his walkign stick. "I left. I came back. Older, wiser..."

"..ruined!" Mrs Nancy shreiked.

"No. Not. I was a better man for it."

"You, sir, are a disgraise to our race."

Beauhoth strightened up, and loked at his son Beautingleroth, solder than himself by far, and then turned to Mrs Nancy. "He is wiser than you could ever be."

Mis Nancy's pink face turned white, then dark with rage. "Fine. Why not elect him president."

Miss Piggy fell back as though hit. That was it. That was why she recognised Mrs Nancy, the flashing purple eyes...

[Beauregard]

Many Moons Past on the Muppet Show...

Rizzo and the guys crowded excitedly around the refridgerator. "Whadda we do?" Riz asked. "I mean, check it out, no way in."

Chesterfeild sneezed.

And another rat that Rizzo didn't recognise at first shoved past him. "I got an idea!" The rat said in a haughty tone. "We got an ally in this business after all. A certain someone who would make the delicious mistake of belieivng a Rat!"

The rat with the deep purple eyes had still been there when Beauregard came in and started packing Miss Piggy's picture into his suitcase, had been there when Miss Piggy came to comfort him.

"The only friends," Beau sniffed. "Are you and the Rats."

Beauregard had been gulible, Beauregard had believed. They had made him president. he had declaired the fridge officially open. He had been sent away by Kermit. "Let my People stay!"

"Either they leave," Kermit had said. "Or you leave."

But Miss Piggy had intervened. She'd told the rats exactly what she thought of them....and through purple eyes, one rat was watching hatefully...

A while back...

Beauhoth had escaped. His entire body thrilled with the excitment of freedom. He was out of The End, past the guards...he'd escaped the prison, now he had to escape his home, his world.

He had made it to the place where the rainbow touches the sea and land. He had stepped through from the Northern Light into the dirty streets of New York, where he saw another creature. One of his own. Brown fur, small eyes, prominent eyebrow. Beauhoth had run towards the creature, but it's eyes had flashed purple, and it had hit Beauhoth so unexpectedly and so hard the man had fallen to the ground, soaking in a puddle.

When he woke up..he was back in The End. He had thought it a dream.

It was no dream...

[TogetherAgain]

OH MY DEAR GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!
BEAU! THIS IS SO AWESOME THANK YOU SO MUCH! THAT'S A LOT TO POST!


Now then. If you will please excuse me while I try to absorb this amazing story, and try not to let the ever-mounting suspence kill me...

[The Count]

Yeah, we're on a roller-coaster roll now!
Keep it comin' Bo!

[Xerus]

Totally cool, Beau. :)

I can't wait to read more. :)

[Whatever]

Yay!

[Beauregard]

"Fine. Why not elect him president."

And Beauregard looked straight at Piggy.

"Why not..."

The rat's cheered him as he pulled open the fridge. "I now declare this refidgerator open..."

"...elect..."

The rats ran into the fridge, but one watched him curiously...

"...him..."

Purple eyes. Weird for a rat. The refidgerator door slammed shut, the rats safely inside.

"...president."

Miss Piggy's eyes lit up with knowledge and BEau knew she's seen it too.

Her eyes...

And Beau was back there once more. "What color are their hands now? What color are their hands now? What color, waht color, what hands are their colors, what color hands are they, why are the colors hands in the colors, colors of the reinbow, red Orange Yellow Green Blue.....swirling....floating....what color are their hands now...."

And the floor rushed up towards him....

..."Beauregard? Son, are you alright?"

He squinted, blinked, opened his eyes. The world span aroudn him, the floor dropped away once more, then settled back.

"What color are their hands now?"

Piggy knelt beside him. "Beau? Are you going to be ok?"

"What color?"

Beautingleroth Regard strightened up. "He's going to need a doctor."

Mrs Nancy laughed. "No doctor will treat an outlaw, and you know it. None. Zip. Zero. Hah!"

Beauhoth turned away from the door. "We will have to reveal ourselves," he said. "I will take control of the kingdom once more. It is rightly mine."

[TogetherAgain]

oh my wowzers!
it's spellbinding, positively spellbinding...you know, one of those things where you don't want to put the book down.
Except that there's no book to put down. And you kind of have to anyway, because there's space between pieces of story. So you can only read up to a certain point, and then you have to wait for the next part to be posted.
So beau if you could keep that waiting period nice and short...:)

[TogetherAgain]

Beau? It's been a week. It's time for me to bug you again.
Could you please post some more story... pretty please with sugar on top?
:D

[Beauregard]

Ok. Thanks for the reminder....

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"Gee, Skeeter, I really thought I was going to die there for a moment," Robin said from his position on her shoulder.

"You almost did," Skeeter said. She grabbed the thick stems of a vine, and pulled herself up hand over hand. Robin looked down, down, down, down to where the hard-packed ground was far below.

"We sure are high," he said. They were climbing for an entrance. There had to be one somewhere on this place, as Skeeter had said when she caught him.

"I was coming around the back when I heard shouting from that tower room. So I grabbed this ivy-like stuff, and came swooping up for ya. And arrived just in time..."

"...you sure did," Robin had said.

Skeeter had just reatched the high window when she saw a cage and Robin shoot upward past the window on a rope, then come down again, faster. She'd let go of the ivy, started fallign backwards, grabed the windowsill, pulled herself forward, and caught the cage. They had to break the cage to get Robin out, but he was safely on her shoulder now...well...safish. "And now we need to find another entrance and get into this mansion," Skeeter had said.

Now, Skeeter leapt and caught onto the edge of a hanging gutter, Robin slipped off her shoulder, grabbed her shoe. "Skeet! Give me warning next time."

Skeeter clung on with her fingers, and spoke through gritted teeth. "Sorry."

Robin scampered up her leg, around her back, and onto the roof. Skeeter swung a leg up, caught her foot onto the tiles, and hefted herself up onto the slopping tower-roof.

From there, the entire world was a panarama of greens, red, yellows, and blues. A huge rainbow arched in the sky...except...was it crumbling? There wasn't time to think about that now.

Skeeter scrambled up the tiles, and looked down the other side. This was what she was loking for. In the middle of the next part of the tilting roof was a sky-light. "Come on Robin, this way."

She jumped from the top of teh tower, and landed, skittering, on the tiles of the next roof. Robin landed beside her. "Bingo," Skeeter said. The sky-light was right there in front of her. She stood up...and felt the roof giving way beneith her...

"Skeeter!" Robin shouted, as she fell through. "SKEET!" He ran towards her and the roof shattered under his small feet and he was falling too....

[TogetherAgain]

Gah! Poor Robin keeps falling! And now Skeeter's falling too. Oh, dear goodness...
more please!

[Whatever]

Aaaww again.

[Beauregard]

I meant to post more this afternoon...but got busy, busy, lazy. Will do some more soon.

[Beauregard]

(Wondering when my story started having so many dream like sequences...after now I think I should keep my fan-fics firmly in solid relaity...)

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Some things are not meant to be told. Some stories a secret, never to be voiced. Secrets can llive within the ones that see, and hear, and feel. Secrets that never leave them, but burn inside their heart and soul forever.

So it was with the rainbow. Kermit, Gonzo, Rowlf, Sam. They would never speak of what they saw there. They would never tell of the wonders, explain the sounds, or understand the feelings. There were whispers, but never words. Thoughts, but like poems, hidden, unreal.

Their hearts and minds and very souls became like one in that moment in the rainbow, a relationship connecting their minds in one goal, one true thought that blazed across their minds, locked their bodies into a course of action. A secret in their ears. The rainbow was dying. The feeling of lights danced over their fur and feathers. Warm breezes touched their faces. One last gift, remember the rainbow. They were falling, rising, floating, flying. The raibow was with them. The rainbow had touched them. Never let it die. Fight...fight for me....save the rainbow...save the rainbow's life...


More on it's way in the next post...

[Beauregard]

Skeeter crashed through the broken tiles, and clattered through the straw dust, thudded aginst a support beam, span around it and fell on, smacking hard against the floor of the loft. She pulled herself up, coughing, and waved away the swirls of dust from her face. As the dust cleared, Skeeter saw she was in a store-room of sorts. Crates, boxes, and barels lined the walls. Piles of old furs were stacked floor-to-celing. And a ticking sound came from everywhere.

A crack, and crash. Skeeter lept aside as Robin smashed through the celing after her. "Hey," he said. "I wondered where you'd got to." The light from outside streamed through the broken ceiling in rays of colored dust-beams. "Wow. What is that ticking?"

"I don't, know," Skeeter said. She strated walking, and the musty floorboards creaked under her feet.

"You know I'm not sure this room is totally safe," Robin said.

Skeet's foot broke through a rotted board, and she jumped aside, barely escapng another fall. "You don't say." Skeeter said.

"Where are we?"

"I'm thinking that strange lady's loft," Skeeter said.

Robin chuckled. "She's not much of a lady. I told you about the time..."

Skeeter shushed him. "Time," she said. "The ticking."

"What do you mean? There's no clocks here."

(*)(*)(*)(*)

Pepe the Prawn stood on a wet stone staring surprised like at the sea. He'd seen the big-brown hulk of Beauregard fall in, and the creature hadn't surfaced yet. "He sure can hold his breath ok, ok."

The rain was still going, his hoodie was soaked and stuck to his skin. His fringe hung damp over his eyes. "Oh no, the poor guy, ok. I still don't see him no where, ok."

"Who are you talking to?" Rizzo asked from behind.

Pepe turned. "How did you find me, ok?"

"I just folowed the smell, you see, I was hiding a certain piece of cheese, which I loved, and I thought, hey, why not hide it somewhere with my best friend, he can be a guard person. I put it in your hoodie while you were sleeping."

"Is that what it was, ok! I thought it was me, I was thinking about a shower ok."

"Yeah, buddy. But, look at this rain? Isn't that shower enough? And, um, you can keep the cheese. I wasn't expecting you to wear your hoodie today, and, I don't fancy munching on somethink that's been that close to your body."

"Whatever you say. But, Rizzo, dat Beauregard fell into the sea, ok."

"He fell in the sea?"

"That's right."

"And he ain't surfaced yet?"

"No, I was begining to get a little worried ok. Also I saw a strange light under there ok, after he fell in."

Rizzo gave him a strange look. "A light? A light?"

"Yes, a light."

"Like, Follow the light, a light?"

"I don't know, I'm just saying..."

"Sure. Come on, that cheese realy has got to you. Maybe you should have a shower after all. Now the rain has stopped."

Pepe hadn't noticed, but Rizzo was right. The clouds had swept out to sea, and sun was shining now. In fact a huge rainbow arched in the sky...except....it was flickering...strangely....like the last fight of a lightbulb filiment before it goes phut.

"Oh no!" Rizzo said. "We got trouble. I dread to think what Bunsen and Beaker are up to with that Raibow Maker machine."

"Rainbow maker?"

"Didn't you hear? Robin lept through the rainbow."

"Oh, I did get that bit, ok."

"Yeah, and now the rainbow machine is broken. Saburtaged, they say. By someone. We don't know who."

"Who would saburtage something Bun and beak made??? Surely it's bad enough already, ok."

"Hey, don't look at me, I'm just passing on the gossip here."

"Oh, I sure hope they ain't messin' with the rainbow. I think somone would sue, ok."

[TogetherAgain]

I think someone would sue, too, Pepe... now go save the rainbow!
Beau, you've got me shivering over here! I want more!

voice inside my head: Are you sure you're not just shivering because your fan is up too high?

oh sorry, is that bothering you? do you want me to turn it down?

voice inside my head: if it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Right. But no, that's not why I'm shivering. It's definately Beau's fanfic.

voice inside my head: if you insist...

I insist. Now stop talking. People are giving me funny looks.

[Beauregard]

Scooter didn't understand what was going on. Something was happening here that went far deeper than could be seen with his eyes, even with his glases. It was like when he first arrived at the Muppet Show theatre, ready to work, but prepared to bribe Kermit with the line, "My Uncle own's this theatre...." He had something up his sleave, ready to pull out at a moment notice. And something similar was happening here. He didn't know what.

They were heading down a long corridor, stone walls, slab floors, a paterened carpet running the leanth of the hall. Suits of armour and oil paintings lined the walls. Stuffed animals of strange appearence stared with glass eyes from glass cages, no more alive than the crosses of swords and spears mounted above them. A huge circle window of stained glass gittered at them from the far end of the hall. It was decorated with images, water, waves, a rainbow, the face of a clock...and more he could not recognise.

Fozzie was lingering behind a little, while ahead, Beautingleroth Regard and Miss Piggy carried Beauregard between them. At the front Beauhoth Tingleroth walked fast, head high. It was as though he were a knight storming the castle. He should have a cape flowing out behind him, sweeping the floor, dark red velvet. A crown should be atop his head, glittering with jewels, and a gold scepter in his hand. Shoulders back, chin level with the floor. Form-fiting metal shoes clunking with every step. Someone who knew he was royal by birth and wasn't about to forfeit that.

Scooter shook off the image, and followed along in his train.

Beauhoth came to a set of giant oak-inlaid double-doors. One paw on each door, and he pushed through, swinging them back wide either side of him, like a King emerging onto a balcony to rapturous applause. Scooter could even hear the cries and cheers, he could see the swell of the crowd laughing, clapping, teaseing one another. A child on a father's shoulders, waving a handkercheif. Was there a woman down there somewhere, looking up with a deicate smile on her face, her cheeks flushed from the heat, a silk dress?

The double doors slammed shut with a bang, once again throwing Scooter from his imaginations, like the strings on his broken guitar pulling him from dreams of more than a Six String Orchestra.

Scooter held the door open from Piggy and Mr Regard. He let it swing shut behind Fozzie, and gazed around the room in wonderous amazement. This was it. After this normal life would never be the same.

To be continued....very soon...forgive me for posting twice in a row...

[The Count]

Good addition Bo. The best line? The one where Scooter's snapped back from his dreams like the strings of his guitar snapping breaking his dreams of more than a six-string orchestra.

Truly the best line in that piece.

[Beauregard]

Thank you Count! I thought some peope would love that reference.

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The room was truly the most slended piece of arcitecture that Miss Piggy had ever seen. It was no one piece, though the chandelier's were imence and twisted slowly around in the light, The curtains were rich and drapped long and wide, and the walls held partly concelled mirrors that stood for themselves. It wasn't these individual charcters that made the room what it was, but the wholeness, the oneness. The carved mahogany wood-panels touched a ceiling of moulded plaster depicting wars, hope, and history. Huge sweeps of polished floor spread out before them.

And the pinnicle of the room stood centered on the far wall. Great stpes hewn from stone led upward in a gently slopeing spiral to the top where a huge crowing seat cut from one solid tree gazed down at them from on high.

"I remember this place...." Beautingleroth whispered to Piggy.

"Yeah, well, I imagine it would be pretty hard to forget."

"My father deigned and created this room."

"What, him?" Piggy turned to where Beauhoth was striding across the room, his footsteps echoing off the flooring.

"Yup. He's my father, though he's young enough to be my son."

"But what is he Do-ing!" Piggy demanded.

Beautingleroth sighed. "I do not know," he said. Scooter came up behind them, she glanced over at him.
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She glanced over at him. "Robin, this makes no sence."

Robin hopped onto a crate, and noded. "That's what I was telling you Skeeter. Beauhoth told me time...tere is no time in Raenbu. No clocks. No time. Nothing like that. So there should not be a ticking here."

Tick, tick, tick.

"Unless ther's a bomb," Skeeter laughed.

Robin frowned.

Tick...

"I was kidding," Skeeter said. "No. This sound is unmissable. It is the sound of time. Ticking."

...tick...

"Well, I think you're wrong."

"What?"

"You're wrong Skeeter. Beauhoth told me. He said there was no time here."

Skeeter's face darkened. "I don't care what he said. This is time ticking away."

......tick, tick......

"But..."

"Robin. I'm not going to argue."

"But I'm right. I mean, only one of us can be right. Don't we, like, have to fight it out until we decide? Like the kids do at school?"

"Not any more," Skeeter said sadly. "You know, I lost my brother that way. Twice."

"Can you tell me about it?"

Dong! Dong! Dong!

They jumped violently at the sound of the hours clanging away. It was definatly a clock, no questian about it. Uneless...it wasn't a clock, but simply the time...but if it was time, what was it doing in Reabu?

[TogetherAgain]

Yes, what is time doing in Raenbu? When do we get to find out? come on, come on, start answering questions, here... who cut that wire, already?!? ;)

(Translation: I love it and I want more)

[Whatever]

Oooh. Awesomeness!

[Beauregard]

Yes, what is time doing in Raenbu?

I wish I knew!

Oh wait. I do.

But I am going to leave....

...you...

...in suspence!

I guess, I'm mean..also I'm busy...also....*yawn* I know who cut the wire.

[TogetherAgain]

THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!!!!!! AND I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD A FAIR TRIAL! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M BEING CHARGED FOR! THIS IS ENTIRELY ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO PERCENT ILLEGAL!!!!!!!
You cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel cruel cruel THING!
<growl!>

Really, if you weren't going to give us story, then WHY did you post and make us think you were? We've talked about this before... <groan...>

Now please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE give us more story!
PLEASE!
Or I'll... I'll... I'll...
I'LL NEVER GIVE YOU MENTAL PICTURE 21.3! Yeah! Yeah, and that's the WHOLE second-to-last chapter of my fanfic! Which means if you don't give us more story, You'll never see the second-to-last chapter of Destination: Home! Which means you'll never see the last chapter, either! WHICH MEANS NOBODY WILL!
So please, Beau, I'm begging you...

[Beauregard]

Tomorrow. It's a promise.

[The Count]

So... You plan to throw yourself upon the mercy of the court Lisa? Well then, throw yourself over here.
And we sentence you to finish Destination: Home post haste.
Whenever you feel like it.

Sorry no updates to my own, the court has been in recess while tending to penguin-pattent proceedures, and procuring a pack of polar poultry into the pecking order of the court's personal collection.

But it's gonna be solid ghould.

[TogetherAgain]

Alright, count, I'll throw myself over there...
<throws something>

That was a penguin named "Myself". :zany:

So, if I understood right, my sentence is to finish Destination: Home whenever I feel like it? Ok. But I still don't know what I'm being charged for. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and get arrested for cruelty to penguins.

And Beau, I'm holding you to that promise. I will not post tomorrow's chapter of "Destination: Home" until I see that you have posted more of "And What Is On The Other Side". So, do we have a deal?

[The Count]

*Whips out tennis racket and bounces penguin back to Lisa.
Baliff: 15-Love!

And the charge is... Crazy Harry, hand her the fuses she'll be charged with.
Crazy Harry: Did someone say charge? Haaaaaa-haaaa.
There, that should be enough charge. Now, like I said to the piece of toast, I find your story delicious. Your sentence, sandwiches!
*Baliff takes lisa to sand which is 'ere till she finishes pouting and agrees to continue her story.

And as for you Bo... We're inclined to be lenient on you, for your charity to the court, but you must produce sufficient evidence whence we reconvene upon the morrow.
OK guys, break out the pens and get a-writting!

[Beauregard]

I wanted to do more...but MC's been down, sooooooo...

--

He stepped onto the first stair of the throne set, the cold stone work chilling the sole of his foot.

He stepped forward and knelt, face to the ground, eyes lowered, studying the floor. There was no dust, everything was the cleanest he’s seen it. The rainbow was reflected in the polished floor. A hand touched his shoulder.

His hand touched the mahogany banister. There was dust there now. The room was not used as often as before. He looked up.

He looked up, lifted his eyes. Yes, he detected the hint of a smile, proud, loving, in his father’s face. “My son. From this day you shall be Beauhoth Tinglroth keeper of the sacred wooden hearts and leader of Raenbu.” And his father’s arms reached out in an embrace.

He stood before the throne, turned, looked out across the throne-room. There were people there he did not at first recognise. Outsiders, strangers, but that did not matter now. He raised his hands.

He raised his face, looked out into the rainbow. His father was beside him, his father was glad. Beauhoth turned back to his father once more. “You must come,” his father said. “There is much yet to know.”

Beauhoth stepped backwards. The heels of his feet touched the bottom of the throne, his hands rested on the arms. He sat, back straight, head high. His finger moved to the indention of the button.

His finger stroked the gupta-wooden heart, with it’s symbols, and rainbows, and etchings. Their were five. The Heart of Love, blood red cut from the center wood, deep inside where no pestilence or plague could have affected it, from the hard heart of the tree love was carved. The Heart of Life was made of new shoots, woven together into a heart, life is more than one it is all. The Heart of the Head was stamped from the cork pulp of the tree, softer than the others, malleable. The Heart of the Rainbow was carved from the bark, a splash of colour beside its companions. The Heart of Time was missing, it had been gone for decades, or more, or less, or forever, or never. No one knew, there was no time.

There was no time to lose, not that Beauhoth needed time. This was Reanbu. Time was an illusion. And so was power. Beauhoth’s pressed his finger onto the button. A sound of machinery started for the first time since forever. A crack, a screech.

The first crack in his reign came with the arrival of Miss Nancy. She was a scientist on a quest. She had stopped in their town from another village many miles beyond the main center of Reanbu. At first she’d been light hearted. She had joined parties, her purple stripped eyes sparkling with good hummer. She danced with Beauhoth many times, whirling with him around the dance floor, her yellow dress sweeping the floor, his cape matching pace. She spoke with him long into the nights, as they walked arm in arm along the sparkling rivers of Reanbu. The Hearts, the sacred wooden hearts were her main topic. Where were they? What did they look like? Had he touched them, held them, were they real? They certainly were. Could she see them? No. Never.

Never had the walls taken so long to part. From his position on the throne, Beauhoth watched in almost child-like fascination as the crack appeared where it always had, running down the centre of the opposite wall. He saw the creatures scurrying away from the edge. The walls creaked apart slowly. Light started to pour into the throne room. The mirrors reflected around and around. The two whole walls swung back opening onto a panoramic view of Reanbu. Green grass, hut-like houses, blue sky, and towering above it all a full rainbow. But…it was crumbling…

It was crumbling. His kingdom crashing down. She wanted the Hearts, and what she wanted, she got. Everyone adored her, the entire kingdom thought she was a god, not literally, but almost. But she wanted more than that. She whispered of, “The ruler who keeps secrets from his kingdom.” “The man who treats ornaments above life.” And it was only a matter of waiting before the rumours grew and spread like a virus or a fungi spreading across the walls of castle, creeping across all and sundry. They were coming out to get rid of him.

They were coming out of their houses, squinting in the light. What is that? The castle is opening, the throne-room. And the throne was rising. The stairs folded in on themselves, and the throne rose. Who was…that wasn’t Miss Nancy. And she never gave proclamations from there. Had their ruler returned? Was the new day dawning? As one they came hurriedly towards the castle.

Beauhoth hurriedly fumbled with the Hearts. He smacked his hand against the panelled walls until one clicked, and pushed aside. He started shoving the Hearts into the inter chamber were they would be safe. Suddenly: “He’s here.” The snarling voice of Mrs Nancy. Her eyes flashing evilly, and two henchmen beside her. After that…black…”

Back. He was back. He stood to his feet, raised his hands to the rainbow. “My people!” he shouted, and his voice carried across the entire town. “I, Beauhoth Tingelroth, have returned. I will bring Reanbu back to prosperity, I will return the sacred hearts, I WILL SAVE THE RAINBOW!”

[Whatever]

Wow! Beauregard is descended from royalty! Who'd've guessed?

[The Count]

OK Bo... My tale's told, now the story has come full circle and it's your turn to update again.
Then again, not if the story I'm spinning has any legs to sustain any further additions. But feel free to post if you wish, guess I'll do the same then.

And I liked the flowing from past to present in your most recent addition, just try to keep it straight for those of us reading without our eyes.
Lookin' forward to whatever's next.

[TogetherAgain]

Whoo!
Now that I FINALLY got enough time to read it (I don't know how I got busy today) I love it!
And, of course, ever so predictably, I want more.
SAVE THE RAINBOW!

[Beauregard]

And I liked the flowing from past to present in your most recent addition, just try to keep it straight for those of us reading without our eyes.
Lookin' forward to whatever's next.

Sorry Count, that was a bit thoughtless. I'll try to keep in the present from, now on. :)

Now I'm off to read yours...

[The Count]

No, don't misunderstand me Bo. The effortless transition between the party at Mrs. Nancy's mansion and the explanation of how things got so bad was very masterfully handled. It's just that when reading it myself, my screenreader reads it all together as one flowing paragraph. Would appreciate if there were just the teeniest distinction between both set of events to make sure I don't muddle it all in my mind. Other than that, the story as a whole is proceeding grandiosely and I'm looking forward to find out how it ends.

[Beauregard]

Ok.

Thanks! I'll try to remember that.

[Beauregard]

Once Miss Piggy had gathered her jaw from the floor where it had dropped in amazement, Beauregard from the floor who she had dropped in surprise, and Beautingleroth who had dropped into a crouch/bow, her eyes narrowed. "What does he think he is Do-ing!" She exclaimed.

"He is taking back his kingdom," Beautingleroth said. "He's getting it back for us."

"Us? Who is us?"

Beautingleroth waved a hand to indicate everyone gathering below them. "Us. Everyone."

Miss Piggy tossed her hair. "Does not this Us include his very own Grandson? Has he forgotten his child has fallen into a coma-like-slash-heavy state?"

"I thought the states were in the US of A."

"Cute."

Fozzie pushed forward. "That was funny."

"This isn't really the time for that type of humour. I've gotta speak to him." She handed off Beauregard to Fozzie and Scooter, and started forward. Beautingleroth grabbed her arm.

"You do not know what you are doing."

"I sure wanna know what he is doing."

"Don't," Beautingleroth hissed. "No one approaches the Ruler without express permission."

Piggy shouldered him off. "I will do whatever it takes, Old Man."

"Why? Why do you risk not only injury to yourself, but also risk destroying the power that is returning to our family? By introducing an unknown into the equasion."

Miss Piggy shot a glance at Scooter, then Fozzie. She looked at Beauregard's slumped form. "I'll do whatever it takes," she said.

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

From the height of the elevated throne, Beauhoth Tingleroth looked down on the people, his people. His fingers were tightly clenched against the armrest. He felt himself shouting....something about the rainbow. It was as if he was moving himself, and yet not moving. He was acting on instincts. He was doing what he had always done before...what he had dreamed of day and day and for all endless time in The End. And here he was, seated above them all....why?

"Alright buster. Give me your attention, or you're gunna wish you did."

Beauhoth searched for the location of the sound. He looked down, down the long Pillar of Strength to where an outsider stood. Did he recognise her?

"Guards!" What was he saying? "Guards!!!" But there were no guards...this was Miss Nancy's castle now. She'd sent them away to work on her secrets. "No...no guards. Who are you Outsider and why do you enter the Court of the Bow?"

"What?" The lady shouted. "What is this? I'm Miss Piggy, and you are outta your mind."

He was, of course he was. This was all wrong. "How dare you!"

"Ha! I Dare because I Care! Hi-Yaaaaah!" And the outside moved in a Karate chop, smashing her arm into the Pillar, chipping the stone work. It started to decend, fast. The walls of the castle began closing one more.

His fingers unpealed from the handrest. "Miss Piggy..." The throne came to a stop. "Miss Piggy I am very sorry. I do not know what came over me. Forgive me."

Miss Piggy's face was a picture, then, she frowned. "For-given," she said in a sulky voice. "Now can someone explain what just happened?"

[Beauregard]

She was brown, with soft features, and tough hands. She'd been by the fruit market when the Seller started staring up towards Mrs Nancy's castle. She'd turned, and her breath had caught in her throat as she saw the walls open and the throne rise from it's old familiar seat.

It couldn't be Beauhoth. No way. Her father-in-law could not be back...he was dead, wasn't he?

There had been that shout as he announced hismelf, then the silence that followed his pledge to Save the Rainbow. Words she had not heard said since she was, well, since many Colors before her marrage, before Mrs Nancy had announced that Beauhoth had left for the Outer-World on the other side of the rainbow. She knew her son had never heard those words....but now maybe he would, except he was gone.

Many lonley Sleeps she had spent staring at the Rainbow, askign it why. Why had she thrown her son out into the Outer-World, why had she gone along with Mrs Nancy and banished him? Well...it was long ago now. Or she thought it was...was it? She could not tell. Time was an illusion.

She was broken from her thoughts by the sound of the castle walls slamming shut. She'd looked at her hands, and saw she was still holding the fruits she had been buying. Maybe she'd fallen asleep standing. The Seller blinked, thinking the same about himself.

Then there was a cry of birds. A hundred thousand birds screamed over head. Their cries rang in the ears of every creature. Eyes turned to the sky as the blue, red, and purple birds flapped their leathery wings and tried to escape.

Then even as they watched the brilliant colors began to fade, the skin and feathers greyed, like a black and white drawing. And the birds began to fall. One hit down on the fruit stall. it's body was so grey as to be almost white as chalk. In the seconds after it landed, the bird turned to dust.

Then more, raining all around them...

Mrs Regard began to run.

[Whatever]

Uh-oh.

[TogetherAgain]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Quick, tell us more, quick, quick, before the Rainbow crumbles....
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Beauregard]

Dong. That was one. One o'clock?

"Come on Robin, let's get out of here," Skeeter said, gripping Robin's hand in her strong one. "I don't like it."

Dong. Dong. Two. Three.

Robin shivered. He'd heard the striking of the hours before, but never like this. THis was different. Each chime echoed across the expance of space and time itself. What was it?

Dong. eight. Dong. Nine. Ten. Dong.

Skeeter looked about her, glancing up at the crumbled sceiling and the spider-webbed corners of the room as though bats were flying at her.

Dong. Eleven.

She started to run, dragging Robin behind. She threw open the door.

Dong. Twelve.

Robin and Skeeter plnged down the steps as time chimmed thirteen behind them.

(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)

Mrs Nancy's purple eyes were rolled back in her head. Her fists clenched. The handcuffs chaining her to the wall biting into her straining wrists. Her mouth opened in a grimace. She could feel the heart of the Head pressing against the inside of her head, a headache she always got when controling. But she could not control, he was too strong. All she could do was transport his mind into past, make him re-live moments. So far it had not gone well. Even though it showed she had the control, he had still called the people together. Ahhh! She felt it now, he was fighting. She started to grin. She would win this.

(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)(\)(|)(/)

Skeeter and Robin skidded to a stop in front of a green door. A strange glow of light was pouring from under the frame. Robin was scared.

Skeeter took the doorknob firmly, twisted, pushing the door open.

[TogetherAgain]

<shaking>

come on, come on, keep talking....

<shaking>

how did you know I was about to beg...

<shaking>

SOMEBODY STOP MRS. NANCY!!!!!!!

[Whatever]

Uh-oh again!

[Beauregard]

Uh-oh is right!

I believe in our next episode we will see certain wooden objects that Beauhoth thought were lost for all eternity...

[Beauregard]

Skeeter pushed the door open, but it was stuck. She pushed again, shoved, and shook the door handle. Robin hooped up onto her shoulder. "I'm scared, Skeeter."

Skeeter turned her head to face him. "Robin." She looked at the floor, the light streaming in stripes from the crack under the door. "Robin, don't you see..."

"It's a rainbow."

Then Skeeter shoock her head. It couldn't be. Rainbows were a reflection of light, they didn't create light, they...

"Alright, we're going in." She set Robin on the floor, drew back, charged the door.

(*)(*)(*)(*)

The four stepped back from the rainbow, a secret knowedge glowing on their faces. They loked at one another, and didn't have to say a word. They knew.

"We should go," Kermit said.

Gonzo disagreed. "But, Kermit, we need to...I mean, we have to find out about this machine."

Sam took one look at the rainbow, and relaised he was scared of it. It might have shown him somethng of himself, and others, but it had also scared him out of his dignity. He cleared his throat. "We must leave," he said. "Now."

He strode to the door. Pulled it open. And was met by an assult of arms and legs. Skeeter's face showed one second of surprise then she collided with the Eagle and they fell into a tangled bundle someone at the other end of the room.

Robin stood encaptured in the doorway, his eyes taking in the sight of the solid rainbow. "This is it," he whispered.

Then his uncle was going towards him, kneeling. "We were worried about you."

"Can I touch it?" Robin asked, looking past his uncle.

Kermit looked back at the rainbow. "No," he said.

"Why?"

"Robin, some things have to be carried by others older and stronger than you."

Robin looked at the floor downcast, then he turned to his uncle. "Yes, unce Kermit."

A beam rose from the rainbow, and arched towards the young frog, passing into him. Robin's face calmed, then smiled.

A voice spoke inside Kermit's head. "Do not worry, frog, friend, now harm will come, shown some only of rainbow power your nephew shall be."

And the light moved away again. "Uncle Kermit," Robin managed. "Did you..."

"Shhh." Kermit touched a finger to Robin's mouth. "Let us not talk of the secrets the rainbow holds."

[Beauregard]

"Miss Piggy," Beauhoth said. "I do not know what happened."

"What do you mean, don't know? Huh? I mean, huh? Ha! You were doing that ponsy posey I'm Da King thing...while your grandson is out cold, hah! That's what," Miss Piggy said.

Beautingleroth moved his hand across his throt in a, "Shut up." manner. "Father..."

"Not now," Miss Piggy said. "Beauhoth, you said you were getting back the kingdom so your son could see a doctor."

"I was...I mean, I was," Beauhoth said. "But...The stake or the leg, Mrs nancy. It realy is very good with a little lemon-sause and a slice of the pear-oak at this time of year."

Miss Piggy blinked. "Did anyone get that?"

Fozzie shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't realise it was a joke."

Scooter frowned behind his glasses.

Beauhoth breathed. He shivered. "If you wish," he said. "If you wish we can see them one day. Not now. not tonight. Tonight we must stay here. Just you and me and the river."

"I don't think I understand any of this."

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

Then....long ago...

"If you wish," Beauhoth told her. "If you wish we can see them one day. Not now. not tonight. Tonight we must stay here. Just you and me and the river."

Mrs Nancy leaned back on her elbows, resting on the green grass of the river bank. Between them an empty picnic basket lay open, the corner of a picnic blanket poking over the edge. "Why not now?" she asked.

Beauhoth threw a stone into the river. It sploshed, and sent ripples cascading out around to the far bank. "You always wish to rush away," Beauhth said.

"I am a busy woman."

Beauhoth turned on his side, looked into her eyes, deep purple eyes. "Why can't you leave it all behind you?" he asked. "Your reasearch, your project. What does it matter? Why do you have to do this?"

Mrs Nancy lay on her back, and watched lazy clouds. "It's all I've ever known," she said. "It's all I've ever wanted."

"All I ever wanted..." Beauhoth said. "Was happiness."

Mrs Nancy sat up, and trailed her foot in the edge of the river. "I'm afraid," she said. "If you are the ruler, and if you have the Hearts, you wil never have it," she said. "Never. There is no Heart of Hapiness."

[TogetherAgain]

<sigh>. Kermit and Robin are back together. That's good.

NOW SOMEBODY STOP MRS. NANCY!!!!!!!!

please?

Oh by the way, GREAT chapter, Beau...

[Beauregard]

Just a tiny bit more tody, I am afraid....



In Reanbu....time was catching up...

Mrs Regard ran into her house, and slammed the door. The event with the greying birds had made her more afraid than ever before. Was the rainbow passing punishment on them all? Or punishment for Beauhoth's return? Mrs Regard began to hurriedly stuff clothing into a bag...she would run while she could.

She grabed handfulls of clothes from a drawer, running across the tiled floor and letting them drop where they fell.

Suddenly the sky went dark. She heard screams from outside. A shadow passed over her window. Thunder rumbled, lighting cracked.

"Save us from the wroth!" Mrs Regard screamed. "Save us!"

(~)(~)(+)(+)(~)(~)

In the Muppet Labs Bunsen beant over the Rainbow machine. With his assitent's assitence he had fitted a new wire into place where the old one had been cut. Bunsen was still unsure of the mystery sourounding it. Someone had cut it, and disptite the Newsman's repeated protests, he could say no more than that.

"I think we are ready to raise a rainbow now," Bunsen said. "Beaker, if you would."

Beaker shook his head, and twiddled his fingers. "Mee, mee, meee!"

"Now, that is very naughty...oh, all right, I'll do it." Bunsen stepped op to the sphere, and pressed the red-button. A small rainbow arched out, and Bunsen clapped his hands in delight. "Wonderfull!" he said. "Splended. We should go through and save that little frog now."

But Beaker was pointing to it, "Mee, mee! Mwoo!"

"What? Oh...oh my."

The Rainbow had turned black, grey, and white. "This can't be right," Bunsen said.

To be continued...

[TogetherAgain]

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
SAVE THE RAINBOW!!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

(translation: I love it and I want more)

[The Count]

Ah! Splendid, you've turned it into a darkbow.

So nice to see a bit of darkness in a world so full of color. Helps bring about the story's climax much better.
Mind if I borrow a darkbow or two Bo?

[Whatever]

Ooooh the suspence!

[Beauregard]

Ah! Splendid, you've turned it into a darkbow.

So nice to see a bit of darkness in a world so full of color. Helps bring about the story's climax much better.
Mind if I borrow a darkbow or two Bo?
Apsoloutly not. I have no problem with anyone borrowing any aspect of my stories. feel free to help yourselves.

[TogetherAgain]

Well, Beau, it appears it is time for me to nag you about this again. I mean, look at this, you haven't given us any story since... the 18th! And here it is the 21st. That's not cool, Beau. Now, I've been trying to go easy on you, because your parents have been cutting back your time, and I understand that, but... well, I can only be understanding and patient for so long, you see...

So.

GIVE US MORE! SAVE THE RAINBOW! NOW! HELP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Beauregard]

Believe it or not...here is some more story....

__

"We'll split up," Skeeter said, taking charge. She knew from her jungle experience that when half a group wanted to stay, and the other half wanted to go, a split was totally necessary. Besides, if one group got hurt, they'd need the others... "I'll take Sam, Robin and Kermit. Rowlf, you and Gonzo stay here with the machine. See if you can figure out what makes it tick."

Robin shivered at the word. "What makes it go," he corrected, remebering the ticking of time.

"All right." Rowlf nodded. "Good luck."

And they left. Skeeter took the lead, with Kermit beside her. Sam hurried behind, faffing about. Robin sat on Skeeter's shoulder. "What are we looking for?" he asked.

"Anything," Skeeter said. "We have to let Beauhoth and Beautingleroth, and Beauregard into the building. We must find Miss Nancy and warn her of the time."

"Find Miss Nancy? Skeeter, she tried to kill me..." Robin said.

Kermit stopped, grabbed Skeeter's arm. "What? What! Who tired to kill my Robin?"

"A woman," Skeeter said. "The now ruler of Reanbu. I'll explain as we go."

"Skeeter, Robin cannot stay here if he is going to get hurt, and I mean that," Kermit said.

"Uncle Kermit?"

"Not now, Robin. Skeeter, do you see what I'm saying? Robin must go back to the others."

Sam leant over. "Can we hurry, I get the itchy-twitchies in this place."

"Uncle Kermit!" Robin shouted.

"What?"

"Uncle Kermit, I wanna stay with you. I wanna put things right here. For Beau. For us. For the rainbow."

Kermit watched the sincerity of Robin's face, and wondered what exactly the rainbow had spoken to him. He looked at the fierce determination on Skeeter's face. "Right," he said. "Let's go."

There was a scream...

(*)(^)(*)(^)(*)

Rowlf rubbed his hands together, and glanced at Gonzo. Gonzo's eyes widened, and he glanced at Rowlf. "Let's do it," Gonzo said.

"Ready when you are."

They stepped closer to the machine, and both of them touched it. The Rainbow hovered overhead, as if watching their moves.

"Do you know how to do this stuff?" Gonzo asked.

"I'm not Bunsen, but I get by," Rowlf said.

"Right."

The machine, as has been noted, was mainly black. A keypad was set in the middle, and a dial to one side. A white screen, inlaid near the back of the machine showed a pulsing line, like a heartbeat. The main point of the machine was a screen, that wasn't a screen at all. It was nothing that you could feel, but it was open to veiw the world on the other side of the rainbow.

Rowlf stared at the keypad. "See these numbers," he said. "if we look at them like I would look at ye olde keys on the piano."

Gonzo frowned. "How exactly is that..."

Rowlf ran his fingers lightly over them. "With care and lovin' attention, young friend."

"Oh, like I'd look at a chicken."

"No, not, exactly. Thing is..."

"What is the thing?"

"The thing is, some of these keys are definatly more worn than others."

"Wanna try playing them, or what?" Gonzo asked.

Rowlf mved his fingers onto the worn keys. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, why not..." He kne which keys to hit, but not the tune to hit them in. If he had his piano here....and there were worn keys, he'd know those were used in a delightfull little often used melody, but without the music...

A thin beam strobbed from the rainbow.

Rowlf knew the correct order.

(%)(&)(%)(&)(%)

[Beauregard]

"I'd like the pistachio soup, with a little salt. Medium rare," Beauhoth said.

Miss Piggy's eyes narrowed. She'd had quite enough of this now. "Fozzie, Skootie, can you two stand back a litle please," she said.

Beautingleroth touched her shoulder "What are you doing?"

"Kermit once had amnesia," she said.

"Kermit?"

"Yes, and you know what knocked him out of it? Being knocked."

"Knocked.."

"Mummy, can I run outside and play?" Beauhoth said. "Whahahahahah! I wanna go outside and play! Please Mummy. But Tinny ALWAYS gets to go outside and play!"

"Alright, that does it. Hi-yah!"

Beauhoth felt every part of the glass cracked as he smashed into the mirror. He felt the engraved mirror etching press into his skin. He felt his head hit the wall. And he felt much better.

He fell to the tiled floor, and crawled into a sitting position. "Beau's, Miss Piggy....friends, I am so sorry."

"Alright, I wanna know what just happened?" Piggy said, advancing on him.

Beauhoth held up a hand. "It's just....i lost control to Mrs nancy. She has the Hearts. and she is using them."

(^)(*)(^)(*)(^)

The scream came from the direction of a small hallway. The four Muppets started running, and screetched to a stop in front of a thick door. Robin recognised it immediatly. "The tower!" he exclaimed.

Skeeter grimiced. "Miss Nancy can only have shut someone else in there."

"Gee, this Miss Nancy sounds like an interesting woman," Kermit said.

"Intersting or not," said Sam the Eagle. "She sounds as evil as Knievel."

Kermit laid a hand on the doorknob. "Weird thing is," he said. "Usually we'd have had a confrontation with the bad guy by now. This Miss Nancy hasn't shown up around me yet."

Robin hopped from Skeeter to Kermit. "Trust me," he said. "You don't want to met ehr."

Kermit poushed the door open, and stopped.

Sketter stepped in behind him. "Looks like you don't have a choice," she said.

Mrs Nancy was chained to the wall....and had fainted.

[Beauregard]

Beauhoth paced the floor, his soft feet brushing against the cold tiles. He waved his hands expressively as he spoke. "She's done it," he said. "She got hold of the Hearts, dispite my attempt to hide them, Miss nancy stole them, locked me away, took them for herself. I never saw what she did with them...I guess I would never have known if the two yellow humans had't saved me from The End."

"What has she done?" Miss Piggy asked. She glanced to Fozzie and Skooter. They had lain Beau on the floor, and Beautingleroth knelt by him. Beauregard was still out cold.

"She....when you did that, thing. That -"

"- Karate chop?" Piggy promted.

"I think, yes."

"Like this, Hi-"

"Yes that!" Beauhoth said hastily. "When you did that, I had a moment of clear thought, then I throw the pain, she, Miss Nancy, she was usuing my, you see. She controlled my mind. So I gathered the pathway, and throw the pain to her. In that moment I saw everything. What she did with the hearts...she's killing the rainbow..."

"What? Why?"

"I think it was an accident...but it may be too late."

*)(*)(*

Animal hit up a beat on the drums, Floyd plucked strings, and Dr Teeth started out on the electric-organ. The saxaphone and trumpet picked up. And it sounded bad, it sounded terrable. "Woah, mans and gentlebeasts," Dr Teeth said. "Let us pause for a moment."

Lips set his trumpet down. "Why there, what's the problem?"

Animal smashed his head into a drum, and went silent.

"May I ask, where be your hearts today, my friends?" Dr Teeth asked.

"Like, elsewhere, I guess," Janice said. "We're all, rully worried about Robin Frog."

"Well, now, you all know that Kermit my main man has gone in search of our litte green friend."

"Well, yeah, man," Floyd said. "But, I don't know'as that'll help us feel the calm for him".

Dr Teeth loked over his little band with concern. Their faces did show worry. He said, "Many years ago I chanced upon a kindly man named of Cantus. He taught me a song that I think you should know to sing, it went, When you long for the height of the mountains, when you long for the blue..." he began to play. "Leave your heart where it's deep and it's down again, lose your heart till it's new.

Zoot began with the notes floating from his sax.

"Seek your heart on the high blue skyway,
Keep your heart and it's bound.
Steep your heart in the deep of the earth again.
Lose your heart and it's found."

Animal touched his sticks to the cymbol, then settled to a slow beat.

"Once I thought I could fly like an eagle can.
Once I thought I was brave.
Now I wait till my heart starts to beat again,
Deep in the heart of the cave."

Janice joined for the corus, "Like, Seek your heart on the high blue skyway,
Keep your heart and it's bound.
Steep your heart in the deep of the earth again.
Lose your heart and it's found.

And Floyd, "Lose your heart and it's found."

Together, "Lose your heart and it's found. Lose your heart and it's found."

"You see," Dr Teeth said as the music faded. "Our friend is lost in the caves, and we sure did loose our hearts there with him, but we must find our hearts once more and progress forward on. Robin would want it, Kermit would want it."

"Why, like, your right, but I sure hope Robin is ok-ey," Janice said."

And Rowlf watched them on the machine, and assured them he was. "And he'll be back before you know it, too," he said.

The coordinents, for such they were, that Rowlf had pressed into the keypad had led to the center of the Muppet Bording House, well, one room in particular. Beauregard's. But a little practice, and Rowlf had figured to move the veiw from room to room.

Gonzo watched him. "This is all very fun," he said. "But we really don't know where we are yet," he said. "I mean, this machine, sure, it's been watching us, but why? And how?"

For answers...tune in to the next addition of What's On The Other Side...

[Whatever]

Ooooohh!

[Beauregard]

Yeah, I figured, A Cantus song in Dr Teeth's voice with the Electric Mayhem. Too good to be missed...

[TogetherAgain]

Absolutely incredible, Beau. Absolutely incredible. The Cantus song... wow. Totally unexpected and amazing. And the MTM reference... Very cool. And you really hit my weak spot with the Robin-Kermit interchange. The whole... ok, I'm in love with the story. Have I mentioned that yet?

...um... yeah... More story, please! Because I just can't wait to see what Kermit, Skeeter, Robin, and Sam are going to do about Mrs. Nancy, and when they'll all get back together, and um.... yeah. MORE! Please.

[Beauregard]

Well...really, relly, I promise it will come to an end soon. We are in the final rush towards teh finish....more when i get time....the clock is ticking!

[Beauregard]

Well...when my sections get smaller, it means I'm rushing around after a dozen charcters in a dozen places, which means, we are on our final destination flight towards the end. Surely not many more posts to go....;)

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Gonzo and Rowlf broke their gaze away from the screen where the Electric Mayhem had swung into a song. They had to find a way to get the machine open, and as one the two began serching. If they could open it, they could maybe get some answers. But as far as they could see there were no scews holding the machine together, and the joints were tighly vacuum sealed, black casing to black casing. Without so much as a nail-file to try and crack them open Gonzo and Rowlf were stumped.

"We're stumped," Rowlf said.

"No we're not!" Gonzo cried. "Look!"

"What? Where?"

"Ahh...nothing. I always wanted to say that."

"Gonzo..."

Gonzo shrugged. "We're stumped," he said.

Rowlf scratched his ear. "Yeah," he said. He glanced over at the Rainbow. "Got any ideas my shimmery friend? I thought not. He's stumped too."

Gonzo tapped his fingers impatiently against the edge of his nose. There had to be someway to open it...Bunsen would figure it out, if only he was here... "I've got it!" Gonzo shouted. "He is here!"

Rowlf turned quickly to look over his shoulder. "Who?"

"Bunsen is here, he can figure it," Gonzo said. "He'll get it open in a jiffy."

Rowlf frowned, then understood. He looked at the screen. "Not here," he said. "There."

(")(')(")(')(")

Fozzie Bear was confused. "So you're saying the little, wooden heart things are causing all the trouble?"

"No, the little hard-hearted Nancy-woman is," Miss Piggy muttered.

"Yes," Beauhoth said, throwing a patronising glare at Miss Piggy. "Yes, they are. My Father entrusted the Sarced Wooden Hearts to me, and I, I lost them to her. I knew it was going to happen. She wanted them so much, and nothing would stop that woman. Reminds me of someone..." He looked at Piggy.

Scooter folded his arms. "If you are right," he said.

"I am."

"Then all we need to do is get the hearts back from Miss Nancy. She's in the tower, let's go get her."

Beautingleroth spoke up. "What about Beauregard?"

He was still unconcious. He looked small, crumpled on the cold floor.

"We shall have to leave him," Beauhoth said. "Right now it's all we can do. Beautingleroth, you must run to the village. Find a doctor, or a woman who can help him. They may be stirred by what I said, or they may think they imagined it. Either way, try to convince them that Beauhoth is back, and is asking for help."

"What if they still hate you?" Beautingleroth said. "They still loved Mrs Nancy."

"If they do...then all may be lost."

"No," Piggy said, shaking her head. "Not yet."

"Agreed," Beauhoth said. "Miss Piggy, Scooter, Fozzie, you three come with me and we'll get Mrs Nancy."

"Shouldn't Fozzie stay with Beauregard?" Piggy asked.

Beauhoth started walking towards the door. "If we will stop Mrs Nancy," he called over his shoulder. "We need all the man power we can get."
Well...when my sections get smaller, it means I'm rushing around after a dozen charcters in a dozen places, which means, we are on our final destination flight towards the end. Surely not many more posts to go....

__

Gonzo and Rowlf broke their gaze away from the screen where the Electric Mayhem had swung into a song. They had to find a way to get the machine open, and as one the two began serching. If they could open it, they could maybe get some answers. But as far as they could see there were no scews holding the machine together, and the joints were tighly vacuum sealed, black casing to black casing. Without so much as a nail-file to try and crack them open Gonzo and Rowlf were stumped.

"We're stumped," Rowlf said.

"No we're not!" Gonzo cried. "Look!"

"What? Where?"

"Ahh...nothing. I always wanted to say that."

"Gonzo..."

Gonzo shrugged. "We're stumped," he said.

Rowlf scratched his ear. "Yeah," he said. He glanced over at the Rainbow. "Got any ideas my shimmery friend? I thought not. He's stumped too."

Gonzo tapped his fingers impatiently against the edge of his nose. There had to be someway to open it...Bunsen would figure it out, if only he was here... "I've got it!" Gonzo shouted. "He is here!"

Rowlf turned quickly to look over his shoulder. "Who?"

"Bunsen is here, he can figure it," Gonzo said. "He'll get it open in a jiffy."

Rowlf frowned, then understood. He looked at the screen. "Not here," he said. "There."

(")(')(")(')(")

Fozzie Bear was confused. "So you're saying the little, wooden heart things are causing all the trouble?"

"No, the little hard-hearted Nancy-woman is," Miss Piggy muttered.

"Yes," Beauhoth said, throwing a patronising glare at Miss Piggy. "Yes, they are. My Father entrusted the Sarced Wooden Hearts to me, and I, I lost them to her. I knew it was going to happen. She wanted them so much, and nothing would stop that woman. Reminds me of someone..." He looked at Piggy.

Scooter folded his arms. "If you are right," he said.

"I am."

"Then all we need to do is get the hearts back from Miss Nancy. She's in the tower, let's go get her."

Beautingleroth spoke up. "What about Beauregard?"

He was still unconcious. He looked small, crumpled on the cold floor.

"We shall have to leave him," Beauhoth said. "Right now it's all we can do. Beautingleroth, you must run to the village. Find a doctor, or a woman who can help him. They may be stirred by what I said, or they may think they imagined it. Either way, try to convince them that Beauhoth is back, and is asking for help."

"What if they still hate you?" Beautingleroth said. "They still loved Mrs Nancy."

"If they do...then all may be lost."

"No," Piggy said, shaking her head. "Not yet."

"Agreed," Beauhoth said. "Miss Piggy, Scooter, Fozzie, you three come with me and we'll get Mrs Nancy."

"Shouldn't Fozzie stay with Beauregard?" Piggy asked.

Beauhoth started walking towards the door. "If we will stop Mrs Nancy," he called over his shoulder. "We need all the man power we can get."

(¬)(|)(¬)(¬)(|)(¬)

Zoot figured it was remnants of a particularly strange dream when a streatching image of Gonzo's face shimmered across his music-sheets. He blinked, and blew the mellow notes from his sax. Dangit...he hit the wrong note, the fuzzy image was obscuring his vision. He waved a hand to shift it. The image floated away again.

Animal crashed, smached, and clashed the drums out at the back of the room. A familiar brown face moved over his cymbols and his eyes widened. The image blinked and started to speak. "FREAK OUT! FREAK OUT! FREAK OUT!" Animal shouted, and he smashed the cymbol again and again until the image went away. Then he dropped back to a gentle rythem, broken by unexpected bangings of his feet against thebass drum.

Dr Teeth was begining to worry about his main band. first Zoot hit wrong notes, then Animal went crazed. Ok, admittedly a crazed Animal was no surprise, but...Say wha? His green fingers were waltzing with the keys, but, what was this? Gonzo's face...oh boy...things were strange...

"Woah man!" Floyd shouted, dropping his guitar which hung swining from the cord around his neck.

"Like, what is the Ahhhh! Ghosts!"

(6)(9)(6)(9)(6)(9)

"Good, we got their attention," Rowlf said.

"Yeah, and, cool, that ivory tickling does tickle," Gonzo added.

The machine could transport through the rainbow, the much had been obvious from the start, but how it happened, they didn't know. They did know, though, that there was another system that could send an image and a message of themselves through to the other wiorld, as Mrs Nancy had done when they were falling down the radish-rubish chute. Gonzo had fiddled with the controls for a little while, and then Rowlf had put them back to rights and got it working.

Gonzo had begged Rowlf to let him send a message to Pepe telling him in a ghostly voice to build a jacuzzi, but Rowlf had reminded him that business comes before pleasure. And they had decided to get the attention of the Electric Mayhem instead.

Now they had it.

But they hadn't noticed that on the heart-beat like monitor the blips were racing far to fast, and far to high. Behind them the Rainbow began to shiver.

(!)(?)(.)(.)(?)(!)

Janice's mouth hung open as the 'ghost' of Rowlf started to speak to her. "I am not a ghost," it said.

"Like, Floyd, are you seeing this?"

"Listen, I am not a ghost," Rowlf repeated.

"That's what they all say," Floyd said. "Back away honey, slowly."

"Ten four, ten four," came the excited, playfull voice of Gonzo the Great. "Gonzo to Mayhem tango, over."

His face moved large into the middle of the room, spinning slowly clockwise. "Whoo, this is cool. Animal, Teeth, Janice, everyone, listen. We got a problem."

Gonzo's face was replaced by that of Rowlf. His paws were moving over what seemed like some kind of control. "Guys, are you there?"

Dr Teeth stood up and moved forward. "We're seeing you," he said.

"Coming in loud and clear," Floyd added quickly.

"Fer sure, "Janice added timidly.

"ROWLF! ROWLF!" Animal added loudly.

"Good," Rowlf said. "Go and get Dr Bunsen and his assitent..."

"...Beaker," Gonzo finished.

"We need..."

"...to move get them here with..."

"...us on the other side..."

Then static.

"What was that all about?" Lips asked.

Dr Teeth tapped his fingers together. "I don'no, but I do know we should get that Bunsen and his Beaker friend here in many hurries."

Janice left to find them, looking over her shoulder once more at the static that had apeared where Rowlf and Gonzo had been.

"..Rainbow," Gonzo finished, reapearing.

Janice shut the door.

When she returned with the scientist and his assistent, Rowlf was the one speaking. "Beauregard...*static*...trans...*static*...bow."

Bunsen stared appreciativly at the technalogical marvel of flaoting heads. "Oh my!"

Beaker started apprehensivly at Bunsen, knowing his thoughts. "Mee my..."

Then cross hairs appeared where Rowlf had been, centering on Bunsen. In a moment he was gone. Next, Beaker. Then silence.

"Wow," Janice said. "Wow, like, I always knew the rainbow...we can get behind it."

)()()()()()()(

"We did it!" Gonzo shouted, as Bunsen fell through the black mirror into the room. "Yo, Buns, we need your help."

Suddenly, Rowlf caught sight of the heart-beat-monitor. The blips were escallating to an all time high. The red line shot up and down, up and down, up and down. Rowlf caled Gonzo. Gonzo turned. The blip. The line. Beaker, he appeared. The line, it stopped...

The Rainbow fell. It hit the floor. Smashed. Shards cracked out on the floor...and a small Wooden Heart lay where the rainbow had been.

All went dark.

[The Count]

Huh? Well... If you mean that your segments are going to get shorter... By which means that'll imply posting the same story segment twice.
If you reread the segment posted above, you'll note that the whole bit with Gonzo and Rowlf trying to break open the machine and Piggy and the others going to get Mrs. Nancy is repeated again.

Just letting you know Bo. Other than that, twas a great addition to the story and we're all anticipating the End.
So, which heart was there under the rainbow? One down and four to go... And three bands of Muppets to be reunited, four if you count them getting all Together Again back at the MBH.

[Beauregard]

Sorry! My mistake! I'm trying to keep track of everybody...and didn't mean to post the same thing(ish) twice...forgive me! I'll try and keep better track. :p But then again...could you ever have too much?

[The Count]

Don't worry bout it Bo. S'okay by me. As for could we ever have too much? Well, maybe not Lisa.

Sorry, couldn't resist especially since she's not here right now.


Just post the next part when it's ready my friend.

[TogetherAgain]

Ah, but I'm here now! You're right, Count, I could NEVER have too much!

And I love it, Beau, as usual. It's amazing. I would be at the edge of my seat if my seat had an edge. (I'm on one of those exercise ball things...) But anyway! The rainbow! It broke! GAH! But a heart. A heart inside the rainbow. Oh now I'm dying of curiosity over here, Beau, you have to tell me more! please.

And by the way, I absolutely LOVE Janice's line of "we can get behind it". That's just awesome.

[TogetherAgain]

Now that I've lost my edit button. Growl.

Beauregard, I was cruel, and you punished me harshly. But the punishment is backfiring.

I am here to nag. I want more. Come on, tell us! Which heart was in the rainbow? And I loved how Rowlf talked to the rainbow, by the way, that was awesome. And the bit with Gonzo wanting to tell Pepe to build a jacuzzi was funny. But what heart was in the rainbow? And what are they going to do now? Can they still save the rainbow? Oh please tell me it's not too late. Please. And I loved the Electric Mayhem's reactions to Rowlf and Gonzo. Very awesome. And what about Kermit, and Skeeter, and Robin, and Sam? What are they going to do with Mrs. Nancy? Did everything go dark everywhere in Raenbu? Or just in the control room thingy? Is Beauregard okay? Can they find a doctor? Is anyone on Beauhoth's side? Is THE rainbow going to get it's color back? Or is it a darkbow forever? Come on, Beau, tell tell tell!

[Beauregard]

"Awaken Beauregard. Awake. You must hurry. Wake up."

His eyelids twitched. He moved his head. His cap slipped ever so slighty to one side.

"Beauregard, listen to me. I need you to wake up now. Forget Mrs Nancy. Forget the color of their hands. Awaken. Awaken. Awaken."

His eyes opened fast, frightened. His pupils were pinpricks.

"No. Do not fear. Relax, Beauregard. Relax."

He was staring up into complete darkness. He could see no one, there was no light. Beauregard laid his hands against the tiles. yes, he could still feel. He could still move. He pushed himself up to sitting. Nothing. His head pounded with a headache.

"Beau. Can I call you Beau? I need your help, Beau."

"Where are you?" Beau asked. Was he imagining things again? "Who?"

"Right here. You can feel me. A lightness in your mind."

Beauregard pressed his hand to his head. He strightened his cap. "I feel you," he said. "Warmth."

"Good. Now get up. There is something you must do."

(\)(|)(-)(+)(-)(|)(/)

All went dark.

Gonzo, Rowlf, and Bunsen stared at the place the Rainbow had been on the floor. The broken shards had sputtered out like candles. Gonzo was sure he'd seen something like a heart, but it had been too quick to tell.

"Rowlf?" came the uncertain voice of Bunsen. "Are you here?"

"I sure am, Mr Honeydew. Right behind you." Rowlf felt forward, and placed his paw on Bunsen's arm. Bunsen pulled away, then grabbed Rowlf's hand.

"I am so glad. What is this place?"

"Mee, mee, mee!" It was Beaker. So he had arrived safely. "Mee, mou!"

"Ah, beakie! I am tickled pink to hear your...voice. Where are you?"

"Mee mere!"

"He's over there," Gonzo said, and he stumbled forward through the thick darkness toward the sound.

"Mee, mee, MEE!" Beaker exclaimed. "Me!"

"It will be alright, Beakie. We've been in the dark before...Remember the time that you volenteered to try the day-glow sunglases and burt your retinas..."

"Moo, mou."

"Yes, but, we got them sorted with a little time and electricity."

Gonzo carefully stepped forward, onto something soft. "Mee! Mee! Me, mo, mu, mY!" It was Beaker's toe, obviously. He jumped back, and landed on a device rather more hard, and pointy, and painfull than Beaker's toe.

"Ouch, cool. I mean, that was very..."

"...stimulating?" Bunsen offered.

"Painfull," Gonzo said.

"What happened?" Rowlf asked. He was getting tired of this darkness nonsence. His doggy eyes were begining to pick out shapes in the darkness, but nothing definate.

"Felt like a diver's head-lamp conecting with the sole of my foot," Gonzo said.

"Where..." Rowlf began. It was Skeeter's. She must have dropped it when she colided with Sam.

Gonzo snatched it up, and switched it on. The beam of light illuminated the room. And the machine.

(#)(#)(#)(#)(#)

Skeeter had been striding across the room towards Mrs Nancy when the lights went out. Kermit and Robin were siluetted for a split-second in the doorway, then complete darkness had fallen.

"Uncle Kermit?" Robin said. "Was that...is the rainbow gone?"

Kermit shook his head. "No Robin. It's still alive. I would feel if it were gone."

Skeeter looked at the high window. No stars twinkled like an earth night. There was only darkness.

"This is outragous," Sam's booming voice said. "Someone find the lightswitch. This is not the time for silly jokes."

"We need to talk to Mrs Nancy," Skeeter said. She crouched, and felt forward with her hands until they touched the soft silk of Mrs Nancy's clothing. Skeeter shuffled closer, and shook Mrs Nancy gently. "Wake up," she said. "Kermit can you get over here?"

"I can try." Kermit said. She heard a thud. "I can try the other direction..." Kermit muttered.

A thin slanted streak of light appeared as Mrs Nancy's eyeslids opened in slits. Skeeter threw herself back, alarmed. The beam widened, as Mrs Nancy's eyes opened. The light shone from her eyes. "Well, well, well," her parched voice said. "I hope you've come to rescue me."

Robin clung to Kermit's neck. Skeeter stood up wareily. Sam marched into the room. "Better," he said. "But if we could return the main lighting to the room, it would seem much more suited for females and males together."

"You are wondering why I am here," Mrs Nancy said. "Of course you are. The truth is, Beauhoth has been manipulating me, and now he's thrown me into here."

"Nice try," Skeeter retorted.

"Mrs Nancy, I know about you," Kermit said. "My Nephew told me about you, and I don't believe a word."

"Oh fine, fine. I had to try it though, didn't I," Mrs Nancy yanked at the chains on her wrists. "Let me go, or I'll hurt you."

Skeeter leant against the wall. "Your eyes," she said. "Why?"

"Why are they light? Because, my dear, I have something the rest of you are going without. I have the heart of life, and it makes me stronger, brighter, alive, while you small unimportant outsiders have nothing."

"We do too," Robin shouted.

Mrs Nancy turned her glowing eyes towards him. "Oh, and what is that, pray?"

"We have...each other. And we have happiness. And we have, all kinds of things you don't even know, Mrs Nancy. We have love, hope."

"Ah, hope. Hope is wrong, frog boy. Forget hope. I never hope, I take." She snarled and leapt to her feet. The Heart of Life pulsed strong. Her eyes flashed. Fists clenched. And she swung, ripping the chains from their iron holdings. "I told you I was stronger! But you never beleived me!"

(-)(=)(-)(=)(-)

"Look ahead," Miss Piggy shouted. "Lights, under that door."

"The tower room," Beauhoth said, pushing forward, one hand on the wall to stedy himself in the darkness. "Mrs Nancy."

"Looks dangerous," Scooter said, jogging behind.

"Yes, we should be caucious," said Beauhoth.

"I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm not afraid of the dark," Fozzie repeated to himself. "I am. I am afraid of the dark!"

They came to a halt in front of the tower room. They heard Mrs Nancy shouting, and a crunch as bricks were broken, chains ripped. Miss Piggy shoved Beauhoth aside, and smashed the door open. "Alright," she shouted. "What's going on?"

Then five things happened at once. Kermit heard Miss Piggy's voice and turned quickly. Robin lost his grip and tripped from Kermit's onto the floor. Scooter remembered his diver's light and switched it on flooding the room with light. Miss Piggy skidded to a sudden stop and lost her footing and collided with Mrs Nancy. Mrs Nancy leapt high into the air in a double spin, knocking Piggy to the floor, and landing in front of Beauhoth.

The chains on her arms whirled. "Beauhoth..." she snarled. "Back so soon?"

Robin rolled to a stop by her feet. Without a thought he grabbed them and hung on as she kicked to release him. Beauhoth leapt for her throat, and his body hit her shoulder throwing her backwards onto the floor.

Skeeter took one look at the driver's light and he brother and backflipped across the room to him, stopping in a perfect Kung-Fo position. "Ready Scoot?" she asked.

"Always," Scooter replied.

(")(`)(")(`)(")

Beautingleroth ran through the cobbled streets. He could hear screams from distent houses, and sobbing from somewhere nearby. ootsteps constantly rushed past him and people fled, none of them sure of a destination except some place else.

Flame tourches were being lit from cooking fires. Flickering shadows covered every wall and window pane.

He turned a corner and dashed towards his house, laying weight on his cane and propelling himself forwards. At his door, he came face to face with his wife. Her face was white with fear. "I was going to run, but where?" she said. Beautingleroth caught her in his arms. She started sobbing. "I'm so afraid," she said.

"You must be brave," Beautingleroth said. "Beauregard needs you."

"Beauregard?" She pulled back. "He is back too?"

"There is a lot I need to explain. But your son, our son needs your help."

"But I..."

"You banished him, yes. And I know you didn't know. This is all a result...I need your help."

Mrs Regard pushed back tears. "I ws always so sorry," she said. "Where is he?"

"At the castle. We have to go now."

(*)(*)(*)(*)

Beauregard took the stone steps one at a time. In the complete darkness, he knew exactly where he was going. "Stop here."

Beau stopped. He went right along a small corridor. "Where next?" he asked.

"To get the Heart of Time," said the voice. "I'm holding it back, but I only have three minutes more. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry..."

[Beauregard]

Note from Beau: This post containes disturbing elements. Do not go here if you do not wish. Stop, go back..please....do not witness what is yet to come...


3 minutes.

Rowlf held the head-lamp steady while Bunsen deftly attacked the machine. He seemed to know exactly where to prod, where to touch, what to feel. Within seconds Bunsen had an idea, within moments he and Beaker were working on that idea. And thirty seconds after they began, Bunsen had the machine's side panel off.

Gonzo picked up the wooden heart from the floor, it was gnarnled and twisted with age. He'd never seen wood that seemed so old, yet so strong. He tapped it against the floor. Perfectly hard still. He moved towards Rowlf to show him.

Bunsen and Beaker slipped the inside workings of the machine out, carefully but hurriedly working the machanics onto the floor. There were hudreds of wires tangled around a single object. Beaker meeped, pointing at where one wire had been cut. Something about the clean sliced wire was familar.

"Rowlf, look at this wooden heart," Gonzo began, but was interupted by Bunsen.

"Beaker, look, a wooden heart!"

And there was. Deep in the centre of the wires, was a wooden heart of bark with a splash of color. The wires all began and ended there. It was a control and nerve centre. The Heart of the Rainbow.

140 seconds

Mrs Nancy rolled, pinning Beauhoth to the floor under her. Her teeth gnashed near his face. "How dare you try and take the kingdom back!" Beauhoth shoved her off him, flipping her over.

"I dare because I care," he hissed.

130 seconds

Mrs Regard supported Beautingleroth's arm as she ran with him. They reatched the castle gate. A bolt of lightning struck the ground and tossed them aside like rags. Torential rain swept the countryside. MRs Regard's eyes were wide with fear. What was this thing? Rain had never before come to Reanbu.

110 seconds

Beauregard walked swiftly along the corridor. He stopped before a door and turned the handle. It was a cupboard, the kind he was used to in his line fo work. Janitor supplies. Buckets. Mops. Cleaning chemicals. And the Heart of Love. Beau knelt, and lifted a floor board. "Hurry Beau. Hurry."

90

Skeeter looked at Scooter, nodded. "Now," she said. Now was the time to put into use the rigerous training she had put herself through in the jungle. And the training she had passed on to her brother after they had met, after she had trained him, fought him, and revealed she was his sister. Skeeter put aside the thoughts. There wasn't time.

"Now," Scooter said. They moved as one, flying through the air, landing. Mrs Nancy had thrown Beauhoth against a wall. Robin bit her ankle. She whirled her chains and advanced of Skeeter ansd Scooter. Scooter dodged left, Skeeter wet right. The chains bit into the wall, raking a furrow in the bricks. Scooter jumped forward, jabbed, and back, Skeeter covered, rolling and trying to throw Mrs Nancy off balence.

1 minute

Beauregard felt inside the gaping hole in the floor where the floorboard had been. His fingers wrapped around a wooden object.

50 seconds

Beautingleroth and Mrs Regard ran through the blades of rain. They slammed open the door to the castle and ran inside. Their footsteps echoed. Mrs Nancy turned to look back at the black rain. Iit had snuffed out their flame-touch light and left them in darkness. Beautingleroth rested a hand on her shoulder. She clung to it. Thunder rocked the fountations of the castle.

30

Miss Piggy had had quite enough. She flung her hair back out of her eyes, and charged into the midst of the battle.

20

Beauregard lifted the hard Heart of Love from it's hiding place. He cradled it in his hands. He knew what it was, the Rainbow was telling him. In the second it had died, the rainbow had found a creature that would let it control them. A creature of small interlect that would believe on faith. Robin Frog was too young. Beauregard had been the one. The Raibow had guided him. He had found the Heart. He would be saved. The others, would not... "You can save us, me, them," The Rainbow said, imparting it's last knowldege into Beauregard's mind. Then it was gone.

10.

The Heart of Time burned red-hot, scoulding Gonzo's hand.

9.

Gonzo yelled, dropped the heart that had been held back for so many thousands of years by the rainbow. While the rainbow had lived, it had protected Reanbu from time. Now Reanbu would receive it all. All time. All at once.

8, 7, 6.

The Heart cracked open and a white dusty light spread in a circle from it.

5, 4, 3

It stopped, drew back...

2

...and then it happened.

One...

All Time. All At Once. All Time. All At Once. All Time.

It had happened first to the birds. Time had escaped, it's ticking echo heard by Skeeter and Robin, it's effects seen by the inhabitents and felt by the birds.

Now it hapened to them all.

Gonzo. It started with his feet and worked up, skin greying, fur falling, his nose flaked. Rowlf bowed and shrank in age. Bunsen's glasses frame crumpled, the glass aged, and cracked. Beaker's sock frayed as his body turned to dust.

The white light swept the castle, smashing windows, aging walls, twisting wooden door frames beyond recognition.

Skooter and Skeeter stopped in the air, then fell to the floor. Miss Piggy's hair grew grey and thin. Crow's feet appeared edging her eyes. Her skin wrinkled, clothes melted to rags. Kermit too was gone...

Mrs Regard clung to Beautingleroth as they grew old together.

Sam's bright feather's faded, that twinkle in his eyes dissapeared.

It broke from the castle, the white light exploding from cracks in the walls, it burt through everything, grass whithered, flowers rotted and died, tree reared up lost their leaves, and fell. Animals. People. Plants. It all received all time. All at once. And then it stopped.

Mrs Nancy stood, head held high. She started to laugh.

To be continued

[TogetherAgain]

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<stunned silence>

[Beauregard]

Good lord! She finally stopped nagging!

EDIT:

Only kidding Lisa. If you hadn't kept nagging, I would never have finished the story (and I will, I promise). Ok. In this moment of dispair (which you all should have been expecting, as I did post hints, see: The ticking. The clock in the stain-glass window. The Heart of Time being missing. The Birds. The garnled heart, i.e. Old, etc) Anyway. In this moment of dispair, I want to give you a glimmor of hope. When i was told this story by a very good friend, and an eyewitness of the events, Robin Frog, he told me this at this point:

"Good B. Regard, this, I know, is not a good place to leave you, btu I have to go to scout club right now. So, I'll finish telling you the story for you to write down tomorrow. But I'll leave you with these words: "More people than Miss Nancy are still breathing in Reanbu. And it may be that the person who started the search will finish it. Also, there will be light in the rainbow once more.""

Also, Lisa, you should be glad, not sad. I finally solved the mystery of the snipped wire.

[Skeeter Muppet]

Holy [CENSORED]....

-Kim

[TogetherAgain]

<deep breath>

Okay... okay. I'm better now. Beau, that.... that... <stunned silence.>

<deep breath>

That deserves some detailed responding.


"Beau. Can I call you Beau? I need your help, Beau."

"Where are you?" Beau asked. Was he imagining things again? "Who?"

"Right here. You can feel me. A lightness in your mind."

Beauregard pressed his hand to his head. He strightened his cap. "I feel you," he said. "Warmth."

"Good. Now get up. There is something you must do."
"I need your help..." that just... The rainbow is inside of Beauregard, and it... I love this.

Gonzo, Rowlf, and Bunsen stared at the place the Rainbow had been on the floor. The broken shards had sputtered out like candles. Gonzo was sure he'd seen something like a heart, but it had been too quick to tell.
That is some powerful imagery there. The broken shards sputtering... I can see it, I can really, truly see it.

"Ah, beakie! I am tickled pink to hear your...voice."
That's great. Is it really a voice? Funny. I like it.

"It will be alright, Beakie. We've been in the dark before...Remember the time that you volenteered to try the day-glow sunglases and burt your retinas..."

"Moo, mou."

"Yes, but, we got them sorted with a little time and electricity."
Oh, that sounds like a comedic situation too good to miss.

Kermit shook his head. "No Robin. It's still alive. I would feel if it were gone." Oh good! I was worried! I still am worried. But I... oh, you know what I mean.

Skeeter looked at the high window. No stars twinkled like an earth night. There was only darkness. More imagery! (I'm really starting to think I pay WAY too much attention in English class. Why do I know all these terms? Anyway.) It's very powerful. No stars, and stars happen to be my favorite part of night, and the fact that they aren't there... it makes it all so hopeless, and... and... And it's wonderful.

"I can try." Kermit said. She heard a thud. "I can try the other direction..." Kermit muttered.
Typical muppet humor. I love it!

Sam marched into the room. "Better," he said. "But if we could return the main lighting to the room, it would seem much more suited for females and males together."
Typical Sam. That's funny, too! Not as funny as it would be if we weren't in such a perilous situation, but that's understandable.

"We do too," Robin shouted.

Mrs Nancy turned her glowing eyes towards him. "Oh, and what is that, pray?"

"We have...each other. And we have happiness. And we have, all kinds of things you don't even know, Mrs Nancy. We have love, hope."
Ah, beautiful! Beau! You're making me cry. That's just... Oh, I love it!

"Ah, hope. Hope is wrong, frog boy. Forget hope. I never hope, I take" She snarled and leapt to her feet. The Heart of Life pulsed strong. Her eyes flashed. Fists clenched. And she swung, ripping the chains from their iron holdings. "I told you I was stronger! But you never beleived me!"
I've gone from crying to screaming! This is... oh!

"I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm not afraid of the dark," Fozzie repeated to himself. "I am. I am afraid of the dark!"
Poor Fozzie! Oh, and that is so Fozzie-ish, too!

Then five things happened at once. Kermit heard Miss Piggy's voice and turned quickly. Robin lost his grip and tripped from Kermit's onto the floor. Scooter remembered his diver's light and switched it on flooding the room with light. Miss Piggy skidded to a sudden stop and lost her footing and collided with Mrs Nancy. Mrs Nancy leapt high into the air in a double spin, knocking Piggy to the floor, and landing in front of Beauhoth.
I can see it happening, too. It's all so chaotic, and organized, and crazy, and... It's muppets! It's real muppets. I love it.

Robin rolled to a stop by her feet. Without a thought he grabbed them and hung on as she kicked to release him.
I see that, too. It's more muppety fight scene stuff, and it... it sort of reminds me of MTM, where Animal grabs "Martin Price" on the leg all "BAD MAN!" Except that this is somehow more... innocent? And threatening? And I keep contradicting myself? Well... I think you know what I'm trying to say. At least I hope you do.

Skeeter took one look at the driver's light and he brother and backflipped across the room to him, stopping in a perfect Kung-Fo position. "Ready Scoot?" she asked.

"Always," Scooter replied.
Have I mentioned that I'm not sitting anymore? I'm standing up. I was on the edge of my seat, but I fell off.

Flame tourches were being lit from cooking fires. Flickering shadows covered every wall and window pane. Another piece of brilliant imagery. I love it, I just... I can see the fires, the torches, the shadows, all of it.

"To get the Heart of Time," said the voice. "I'm holding it back, but I only have three minutes more. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry..."
And have I mentioned how much my heart is pounding right now?

[TogetherAgain]

Note from Beau: This post containes disturbing elements. Do not go here if you do not wish. Stop, go back..please....do not witness what is yet to come...
Well you know that just made me want to read it more. But we can't say you didn't warn us...

Gonzo picked up the wooden heart from the floor, it was gnarnled and twisted with age. He'd never seen wood that seemed so old, yet so strong. He tapped it against the floor. Perfectly hard still. He moved towards Rowlf to show him.Gah! Foreshadowing! And I totally didn't catch it the first time around. It just... it... but the imagery is so real, I can see it, feel it, I hear it being tapped on the floor...

Beaker meeped, pointing at where one wire had been cut. Something about the clean sliced wire was familar.
<gasp!> Oh, the cut wire! Oh!!!

And there was. Deep in the centre of the wires, was a wooden heart of bark with a splash of color. The wires all began and ended there. It was a control and nerve centre. The Heart of the Rainbow. <eyes bulge> The heart of the rainbow! Oh... wow... I can see the heart, I can see the wires, I really can....

"I dare because I care," he hissed. <head spins> Woah... powerful stuff, Beau, powerful stuff...

130 secondsBy the way, I love how you're giving these captions of the time. It really puts an emphasis on the ticking of time, and hypes the adrenaline.

Beauregard walked swiftly along the corridor. He stopped before a door and turned the handle. It was a cupboard, the kind he was used to in his line fo work. Janitor supplies. Buckets. Mops. Cleaning chemicals. And the Heart of Love. Beau knelt, and lifted a floor board. "Hurry Beau. Hurry." It's so ironic and scary and wonderful how he is being led to a cupboard of cleaning supplies. And the Heart of Love. And wow.

"Now," Scooter said. They moved as one, flying through the air, landing. Mrs Nancy had thrown Beauhoth against a wall. Robin bit her ankle. She whirled her chains and advanced of Skeeter ansd Scooter. Scooter dodged left, Skeeter wet right. The chains bit into the wall, raking a furrow in the bricks. Scooter jumped forward, jabbed, and back, Skeeter covered, rolling and trying to throw Mrs Nancy off balence.
I love this, absolutely love it. It's just... I can see it, and I feel like I'm actually there. It's amazing.

Beauregard lifted the hard Heart of Love from it's hiding place. He cradled it in his hands. He knew what it was, the Rainbow was telling him. In the second it had died, the rainbow had found a creature that would let it control them. A creature of small interlect that would believe on faith. Robin Frog was too young. Beauregard had been the one. The Raibow had guided him. He had found the Heart. He would be saved. The others, would not... "You can save us, me, them," The Rainbow said, imparting it's last knowldege into Beauregard's mind. Then it was gone. Wow. Last time a "creature of small interlect that would believe on faith" was needed, it was Mrs. Nancy sneaking the rats into the theater, working against Beauregard. But now, now it's such the opposite, and it's so powerful, and so... oh...

And from here...
Gonzo yelled, dropped the heart that had been held back for so many thousands of years by the rainbow. While the rainbow had lived, it had protected Reanbu from time. Now Reanbu would receive it all. All time. All at once.
...to here...

All Time. All At Once. All Time. All At Once. All Time.
...is so powerful, so scary, so utterly spellbinding, so absolutely amazing. It sends shivers down my spine, and I'm just... <stunned silence>

Gonzo. It started with his feet and worked up, skin greying, fur falling, his nose flaked. Rowlf bowed and shrank in age. Bunsen's glasses frame crumpled, the glass aged, and cracked. Beaker's sock frayed as his body turned to dust.<shudder>

The white light swept the castle, smashing windows, aging walls, twisting wooden door frames beyond recognition.
<gasp>

Skooter and Skeeter stopped in the air, then fell to the floor. Miss Piggy's hair grew grey and thin. Crow's feet appeared edging her eyes. Her skin wrinkled, clothes melted to rags. Kermit too was gone...
<tremble>

Mrs Regard clung to Beautingleroth as they grew old together.<shakes>

Sam's bright feather's faded, that twinkle in his eyes dissapeared.
<jaw drops>

It broke from the castle, the white light exploding from cracks in the walls, it burt through everything, grass whithered, flowers rotted and died, tree reared up lost their leaves, and fell. Animals. People. Plants. It all received all time. All at once. And then it stopped.
<stunned silence>

Mrs Nancy stood, head held high. She started to laugh.
<......stunned...silence......>

[Beauregard]

Ah sucks Lisa. Thanks so much for giving me that detailed reveiw. It definatly makes it worth writing when I know that the details are making people laugh, and smile, then cry, and shiver. I mean, I write a sentence, and I wonder, "Will they appreciate this?" And then when they do it makes me feel like I will burst.

In fact those last two sections almost made me want to burst. I was on the edge of my seat weriting them, litereally. So excited, tence. I cannot wait to show you what hapens next!

[TogetherAgain]

And I can't wait to see what comes next!
I know exactly what you mean, though, about wondering if people will appreciate certain parts. I do it all the time. I slip in a cameo and think, "Is anyone going to catch this?" Or some specific descriptions that I'm proud of and think, "Will anyone even notice?" But I think the biggest moment of that sort of thing was when I posted the first part of the story and thought, "Is anyone going to read this?"

So I know exactly what you mean. I love writing, but sometimes it can be so nerve wracking!

[Beauregard]

Then it was gone.

The Rainbow had abandoned Beauregard. His mind felt numbly cold where the rainbow had once been with him. Beauregard had tightened his grip on the wooden Heart of Love. He felt lost. Alone. And then the white light of time had come and washed over him.

*****

It had no more energy to give, yet it carried on giving. It had left Beau, and come to Robin. In that last moment, the Rainbow had throw itself into Robin's mind. Robin's eyes closed. They could not open. The Rainbow knew no child should see what was was coming. Robin let go of Mrs Nancy's leg, and pressed his hands to his head as a screaming, rushing wind surrounded him. Something threw him, and he fell into a pile of rubble where the castle walls had aged. The Rainbow could not hold onto him any longer, but Time had not yet passed. The Rainbow believed in the same things Robin did, in love, hope, and togetherness. Robin's strong heart gve it strength to hold on one last moment. It gave it's everything in one final blaze, and then, the Rainbow died. Time crept into the rainbow's place, it rushed it's way across Robin's body. He lay still.

*****

Mrs Nancy laughed at them all. Such weak creatures, ravenged by time. She had the Heart of Life. No time could touch her. She'd seen it so often, each time she traveled into the world outside the raibow, she had not grown old as had Mr Regard. She knew that all the age was stored away inside her, but the Heart of Life kept living.

Mrs Nancy wrapped the chains around her, and left the room. Manicales on her ankles clanked against the broken stone work, chainlinks trailed in her wake. A breaze touched her cheek, moved her soft clothing. Her hard jaw was lifted in a triamphant smile. Certainly her kingdom had been destroyed, but she would build another, a stronger kingdom. She would start afreash.

The Heart of the Head told one male Konnekte was still breathing. "Hah," she laughed. "Hahaha!"

*****

Robin Frog woke up. He blinked in the early morning light. No. He shock his head. This wasn't early morning. He tried to move, and found that he could not. A fallen chuck of brick-rocks was pinning him against the ground. Dust floated in the air around him. It was not so dark now. A pale light filtered through the dust, covering everything in a thin layer of light. Robin pushed against the chunk of bricks, but it was too heavy for such a small frog. But, judging from the angle which the broken wall had fallen at, there should have been room for Robin to wriggle his way out, being so small....if he had been small.

Robin moved his hands. He rubbed white dust from his eyes and face. His hands were big, like his Uncles. His face was rounder. He felt under his neck. There was a coller there.

He was bigger, stronger...Robin placed his palms against the chunk of wall. He flattened them, pressed, pushed with his arms. He felt muscle's tenseing. He closed his eyes, straining. The chunk moved, and fell forward onto the floor with a crash.

Robin stood on uncertain and unfamiliar feet. He was taller, smarter, hansome. He had grown up, aged, become an adult. Somehow, he knew, it was the rainbow that had done it, but why it had happened, he didn't know. What he did know was that whatever had happened, it had killed the rainbow, and he was the only one left to bring it back to life.

And he certainly would.

*****

Beauregard slowly let go of the Heart of Love. It dropped to the floor, and lay there. When the light had come, the Love of the heart had formed a protection around him, an invisable wall blocking the effects of the Heart of Time.

Beau had witnessed it all, but none of it had hurt him. He knelt up now, took a breath. He was alive, and he was glad. He could, would put everything right. But first he must -

Beau heard a crash. He leapt to his feet, then stopped to grab up the Heart of Love and slip it into his pocket. Someone was coming towards him, he could hear the clanking of chains. Beau turned and ran further up the coridor. The walls were bent and broken, plaster had fallen away the woodwork was chiped and cracked. Beau dodged into a twisted doorway.

The sound of chains was still advancing. And he could hear laughter now too.

He ran across the paved room to the door on the otherside. It was bolted, shut fast. Beau touched the bolts, but they had rusted beyond being opened. Beau stepped back, and kicked the door, once, twice. It smashed open, and he found himself in another dim hallway. He ran again. His father had spoken of this place. There were passages, but he would never find them. He stuck to hallways, running and running, turning corners, dashing across rooms, running again. His breaths came heavy, and he was lost.

Beau leant against a wall and took stock of his suroundings. He was in a kitchen room, with broken cabenits of smashed crockery. Drawers had burst open. Beau saw cutlery, knives. He could defend himself.

No. The Rainbow had imparted a course of action to him, he just had to take it. No violence. Violence didn't solve anything.

Beau quitened his mind and listened to his heart. His heart, like the Sacred Wooden Hearts, knew what was right. He got up, walked to the door. There were five hearts. He had one, Mrs Nancy had two inside of her. There were two more that Beau had to find, and he knew just where to find them. After all, the Rainbow had told him.

****

Robin walked to the door, and then listened. He didn't hear anyone out there. Good.

He stepped out of the tower dungeon and walked swiftly. His new body, and longer legs meant he could walk faster. He wanted to look at himself in a mirror, but there wasn't time for that. He would go to where they'd left Rowlf and Gonzo. They coudl help him.

Robin passed the stairway, and looked down at the stainglass-window. Parts had been broken, but the panel of the clock was still there. Robin looked away. He fixed his eyes on the other wall. There were weapons mounted there, swords, javelins, crossbows.

Robin Frog stopped and gazed up at them. Time had changed the tools somehow, the blades were somewhat rusted. But they would certainly be more protection than none. Robin reached up, and unhooked a sword and sheaf, amazed that he could reach. He found a slightly tarnished leather belt had fallen from the bent wall, and slung it around his waist. He hooked the sheaf, and hung a cross bow on his back.

Robin was no longer a small scout frog, but a strong frog prince.

He moved on, and came to the doorway of the machine room. Here he stopped. What if Gonzo, and Rowlf were gone too?

He pushed the doorway, and stepped in. His foot crunched on a pair of broken glasses. Rowlf was not there, and the machine was in tatters, but amidst a scraggle of wires was a wooden heart. Robin knelt and picked it up.

It was made of bark, with wires pressed into driled holes. Years of electricity running through it had charred the wood. Robin wrapped his hands around each wire, and tugged, releaseing it from the heart, or the heart from it. He felt a tear trickle along his face. Who could destroy such a fragile and beautiful piece of work as this?

A voice shattered his thoughts. "You!"

[Beauregard]

Ok, I'm trying my best to keep the fight scenes down in violence, and, hopefully, there is nothing to disterbing in this scene. Also, if people are thinking that the story is a little out-ragious right now, I promise it will all be back to rights before my next fan-fic, "Visions, but Only Illusions."

___

Robin turned. The pink woman stood in the doorway. Her purple stripped eyes blazing. She began to unwrap the chains from around her arms, bringing them to the front, preparing them as weapons.

Robin laid the Heart down on the ground. "Did you do this?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Mrs Nancy laughed. "The silly sacred heart."

"Why?"

She sneered. "It was needed for my machine, stupid. I had to come in and out of Reanbu as I pleased. To punish those who were banished. Well, no, originally I wanted to leave to see the beauty of another country, but, no, that was not good enough. They were happy in this hole. Didn't give me the heart, I had to take it, and with it went my dreams. A new idea crept securely into palce. Hah! If they woudn't give it, I'd banish them. Right then I sent away many of the inhabitents who had opposed me, but Beauhoth I tossed into The End. I wouldn't let him get away into the land of time, he'd die to quickly. Hahahahahaaha!"

Robin felt his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. "Why Beauregard? What did he ever do?"

"He reminded me," Miss Nancy said. "His eyes, his hair, his face, were all his Grandfather's."

"Sin's of the Fathers?" Robin said. "Isn't that a bit old now?"

"Old, hah! What would you know. I, I am old. Beautingleroth was old. And I only let him stay because I was weak then, weak and old. Too much time spent in your world," she spat the words. "Made me old, but I had to rainbow hop, it was too much fun to stop. But I grew old, like Beautingleroth. Until I found the Heart of Life. It was in another of Beauhoth's lousey hiding places. I got them to put it inside of me. And later the Heart of the Head. Then I was young again, young and fit, and strong."

She spun the chains. "Why am I teling you this?"

The chains came roaring down at him. Robin caught the sword up in his hand. It clashed against the chains, scraping along them. "Beau left," Robin said. "And came back. You sent him away again. Why?"

"Because I hated him. Because I could." She drew the chains back, and whipped them forward, lashing like snakes towards him.

Robin frog-leaped over the chains, and landed close up. "But Beau did not deserve that."

"I know. I knew that!" Miss Nancy shouted. "Do you think I cared? I was punishing Beauhoth for all I cared. He was the one who tried to ruin my dreams." She kicked at him, and Robin slipped under her feet, sliding to a stop behind her. She whirled around.

"You killed the rainbow."

"Too bad!"

"Did you know?" Robin shouted. "Did you know you were hurting it?"

She smiled slowly. "Yes, yes I did. I studied all the writings. I knew sooner or later it would die, but that would be when I could start again. No more Reanbu, no more weaklings, nothing but Miss Nancy's children, Beaunancy Coforth, Beaucoforth Reakler, Beaureakler...I even have names picked out for them."

"It won't happen."

"Yes it will." She brought the chains down again, and Robin span his sword around the chains, rusted metal to iron they clashed, clashed, clashed. Mrs Nancy stopped laghing. "It will happen," she said. And then the fight was on, more ferocious than before.

A whiplash of the chain flipped the sword from Robin's hand, it clattered to a stop beside the machine. "Haha!" Miss Nancy laughed. "Enjoy." And she ran at him. Robin flung himself to one side, and Miss Nancy struck a wall.

"You spoke of writings," Robin siad, out of breath, and stalling for time. "What writings?" He leapt for his sword. Miss Nancy flung a piece of chain and it caught his side, kncking him to the floor.

"Writings," she said. "Ancient ones. They told of the origins of the Rainbow. The Hearts. Reanbu." She turned away for a second. "The Hearts were carved long ago, by-"

Robin pulled the crossbow off his shoulder. Miss Nancy saw. It was loaded. He didn't get time to aim, just fired. The arrow caught one chain and pinned it to the wall.

She looked at him shocked, then grinned. Robin ran for his sword. Miss Nancy broke the arrow from the wall.

*****

Beauregard listened for a long time to be sure that the chains had stopped following him. Whoever it had been must have given up and taken another direction. Beauregard left the kitchens and found his way to the throne room, and from there wearily walked up the cracked stone steps and into the hall.

He padded forward.

There was a herendious crash, and Beau stopped dead in his tracks. Ahead, a frog that wasn't Kermit leapt through a doorway, battling a raging torrent of whipping, twisting, clashing, twirling chains manipulated by Miss Nancy's wrists. She herself charged out the doorway,

The frog looked at Beau and their eyes met for a very brief second. It was Robin. This was how it had begun, with Robin's questians and Beau battleing himself. Now it was Robin fighting for his life, and Beauregard with the questians. There was no time for that now.

Miss Nancy was still moving, rapidly advancing on the older Robin who bravely fought off her attacks.

"Go," Beau told himself, and he ran, stright towards them. Miss Nancy turned, saw him, her eyes widened then narrowed. Beau veared off left into the Machine room. Robin flung himself forward and, dropping his sword, snatched hold of the ends of the chains.

He clung on, winding them around his muscled arms. Miss Nancy struggled against him. She tried to use her feet, but Robin was too fast, tripping them from under her. She lost balence and went over. Robin the Frog twisted the chains around her tightly. She was out of breath. Sweat ran off Robin's face.

"Stop fighting," he said. "You'll never win."

"I will win! I will!"

Beauregard saw the Heart of Time and the Heart of the Rainbow. It was now or never. He grabbed the Hearts, and pulled the Heart of Love from his pocket. He was shivering. "Beau," he said to himself. "The Rainbow needs this."

He stood, and walked out into the hall.

To be continued...

[TogetherAgain]

<stunned silence>

<gasps for breath>

<stunned silence>

........Beau?...........

wow.....



Robin....

<stunned silence>

[Beauregard]

Oooooh. I'm glad/hope you liked Robin growing up. I'd love your thoughts on these scenes. Was it too violent? Confusing? Strange? Could you picture Robin grown up?

*big grin*

It was too much for me to resist, I am afraid. I wanted to see grown up Robin for a long time now. Also, a piece of trivia about the chain fight. In a very, very small (about a quater second) shot I saw in the trailer for Riddick (no idea what it's about, or anything,) there was a lady (Judi Dench???) in white trailing chains and that image was fore-front in my head when writing this.

[TogetherAgain]

I loved grown up Robin. Actually, what I loved is the line "Robin was no longer a small scout frog, but a strong frog prince." That is just... the frog prince bit, that just... and the... e....

I'll come back and explain when I can talk again....

[The Count]

Actually... Not rully that violent, just the fright amount of action there Bo. And what helps is that there's dialogue explaining what happened for Mrs. Nancy to reign over the rainbow lands to make the fight scenes interesting.

But the best was seeing/reading how Robin grew up. Does he have the same segmentation in his pupils as his uncle? Or was Kermit able to stop John Denver from flashing that flashlight's light of time at Robin's eyes?
Heh, just trying to mesh a couple of references for ya'.

[Beauregard]

Sorry, am not entirely sure what you are refering to re: John Denver. Havn't seen either special of his yet. But, no, Robin's eyes were still cute and innocent.

[The Count]

Oh OK, was talking about the John Denver TMS episode. The whole point of that episode was that John and the Muppets were going to go camping after the show. And then at the end, it's just Kermit and John.
John says that's great, they can go fishing and hunt frogs.
Kermit: What?!?
John: Yeah, see, what you do is you take a flashlight and you shine it on their heads to make their eyes bulge...
Kermit: Yeesh! How do you think my eyes got this way?!?
We'll see you next time on the Muppet Show.
And Kermit wraps things up a bit scared of what John might've done on the trip to him and maybe his frog friends.

[Beauregard]

Ahh! I see. Thanks for the explaination Count. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes, which probably are worse for you with your reader program, than for me and others who read real fast and don't even see them, if you know what I mean. I do check, but I do miss some. ;)

[The Count]

Don't worry bout it Bo. Made some mistakes myself as well. And if I find any, I use the command that spells out the word to see what it rully is, like gve = gave or kncking = knocking.

Just please don't leave us in suspense and post the next part as soon as it's ready.

[Whatever]

Scary to think of little Robin grown up.

[The Count]

Hey... Has anyone seen Lisa lately? No nagging... no commentaries... no craziness... no nothing.
Did she finally get her own... *GASP!* life???

[TogetherAgain]

Of coures I don't have a life. What are you crazy? I've been waiting for my ability to communicate to come back after reading Beau's latest work. I have a nice detailed response I've been working on, but I got distracted with another story that I'm writing. No worries, it's coming.

[TogetherAgain]

Let's see if I can remember everything I'm trying to say.

Loved how I could feel the emptiness Beauregard felt in his head after the rainbow left.

"The Rainbow knew no child should see what was coming." That's powerful. It's a protective rainbow! It takes as much care of Robin as Kermit does. There's something beautiful about that. And "It had no more energy to give, yet it carried on giving." I absolutely love this rainbow. It is it's own character, and it's just beautiful. I love the description of The Rainbow struggling to hold on to Robin. And then, this, "Time crept into the rainbow's place, it rushed it's way across Robin's body. He lay still." It gave me the shivers! I was worried sick about Robin! I mean, I'm still worried sick about Robin, I'm worried sick about all of them, but... yeah.

Moving on. "She knew that all the age was stored away inside her," I sense foreshadowing and it makes me excited and nervous and OOH! And the contrast in your description, "A breeze touched her cheek, moved her soft clothing. Her hard jaw was lifted in a triumphant smile." That adds something to it, it makes her seem so cold and evil and so ironic that she's in "soft" clothing, and it just... ooh, tingly-spine! And I love the stuff about building a new kingdom, but I'll get to that in a bit. The image of her, knowing one male Konnekte was still breathing, and laughing about it, it adds to her thinking of herself as being inviceable, simply because she has the heart of life.

The early morning light that isn't early morning light has sort of an eerie air to it. "A pale light filtered through the dust, covering everything in a thin layer of light." I can see that light, I can see the dust, it is all so clear in my mind it amazes me. I love how Robin discovers that he's grown up. He is so... oh, gosh, I don't know the right word! It's just so... I, I can see him standing up, and not being quite sure of his adult body, and just all of a sudden being big and strong and he's still our same Robin, but he's stronger and more powerful, and it just... I don't know how to say it, it just... wow. Just the fact that you describe him as being handsome is... wow. And he knew the rainbow did it, but he wasn't sure why, but I have a feeling it was so he could save the rainbow, and that's exactly what he's going to do. And have I mentioned that I love Robin?

The description of how the heart of love saved Beauregard is just so powerful. It's sort of creepily wonderful that there are two people alive and both working to save the rainbow, and make everything right again, and neither one of them knows the other one is there, and it's just so... oh! And I love the description of how he runs through the halls. It's like... oh, gosh, I don't know how to explain this, I don't think I really can, but it's so creepy! And how you're constantly talking about how everything is twisted and worn with age, that's good, too, you make sure that we DO NOT FORGET that everything is tattered, something I know I would probably lose track of without being reminded.

The bit where Beauregard considers using the knives is good, too. And I have to say, the line "Violence didn't solve anything" Immediately sent me to Kermit and Long John Silver in MTI. "You know I never really believed that violence solved anything, anyway..." And I love that you compare Beauregard's heart to the sacred woodenr hearts.

I love that Robin averts his eyes from the clock, and the irony, and yet the necessity, for him and Beauregard to take separate paths in defeating Mrs. Nancy.

But by far, my favorite line is definately, "Robin was no longer a small scout frog, but a strong frog prince." That just pounds me. A lot because of just the magnitude of the line itself, but also because Robin really came around for The Frog Prince. That just sticks out to me like... ok I don't know what it sticks out like, but it sticks out!

When he steps on the glasses, it just breaks my heart. But I love how much care he gives to the heart of the rainbow, how he cries for it, It just tears me in two.

[TogetherAgain]

I won't go into as much detail for the next part. But I will say that I absolutely love, and I do mean love, how angry Robin gets at Mrs. Nancy, that he shouts at her, and she just stands there and laughs, and calls him stupid, when really we know that she's the stupid one, and... oh, powerful stuff!

Another line that stuck out: "Sin's of the Fathers?" Robin said. "Isn't that a bit old now?" I love that line! I just do!

I love the entire fight scene between Robin and Mrs. Nancy. It's not too violent at all, and it reveals a lot of information. I absolutely adore it. I love the dialogue between them, and absolutely everything about that scene.

I love Beauregard's reaction to the grown-up Robin, too. "A frog that wasn't Kermit" -very clever and wonderful! And particularly this bit: The frog looked at Beau and their eyes met for a very brief second. It was Robin. This was how it had begun, with Robin's questians and Beau battleing himself. Now it was Robin fighting for his life, and Beauregard with the questians. There was no time for that now. I love that. It brings the story full circle, it's incredible imagery, and it just... oy, I love it! And how he just says to himself, "the rainbow needs this," and just walks out. Oh! Shivers in my spine!

"To be continued"- Oh, it better be!

[The Count]

*In Kermit voice: Oh good.

Was worried that you were with us and yet weren't with us at the same time. You know? Seeing you online during the day, and not finding you post anywhere?
But anway... How about the fact that Robin felt downwards along his neck and found a collar there? Yeah, definitely a frog like Kermit but not him indeed.
Oh, and Lisa... Guess you haven't solved the identity of the brief cameo in my latest chapter have you?

[TogetherAgain]

Know exactly what you mean about seeing and not seeing me. Believe me, I do. The collar bit caught me a tad off guard, I must say. Very cool. And as for that cameo, Count... I have an idea, lemme go back and read it again. Might take some time, I think Ohio family just got in town and I have to go play hostess-ish.

[The Count]

Saw your post and replied Lisa. So that's what kept you, playing hostess... -ish?
OK, just don't play too hard.

And it was good to see your post in my story, thought I'd have to hold it ransom.

But look at us, we've hijacked Bo's story with our talk. Hope we don't get hit with a rock from Wilson's Ransom Notemakers & Co.

OK Bo, the thread's all yours again.
Waiting for the next piece of the puzzle to be revealed.

[Beauregard]

Noooooooooo-oooooooooooo-ooooooooo-oOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oh my holy blasted cow!!! I jsut wrote the most, lovely, heart-felt, oooh....*sniff* and the....and I.....I put my heart into it...and....flpping computer ccrash, I am going to go chew some rocks.....AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGRRRRRRRRRRR!

[Beauregard]

Ok. I think I've re-written all I lost satisfactorally. Unforunatly something bad happens in the last paragraph...You have been warned. But, good news, I'm thinking there's only one or two more section snow to reach the end of this story. Yey!

Also, Lisa, thanks soooooo much for your detailed reveiws of my latest sections. It means alot to me, and certainly makes it worth writing for.

Moving right along, I present, another chapter:

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“ Hearts of wood, and hearts of stone, make no change if left alone… ”

The words trickled through Beauregard’s head, words from an ancient poem. He remembered it now, along with memories of happier days. Fishing with his father for the fur-covered fish that inhabited the lakes. Lakes now dried up, mud cracked, fish gone in a moment of Time. The poem, his mother had often read to him a leather bound book. The thick pages crackled as they turned. Beau would ask questions. His mother would softly shut the book, say, go to sleep Beau.

Beauregard stepped into the hall with firm stride. His hands shock, but his mind was clear. He held the Hearts in his hands.

“You can’t stop me,” Miss Nancy screamed. “You can’t.”

Robin pulled the chains tighter. Miss Nancy gasped air, and struggled against him. But she was tired, her energy spent in the fight. She grimaced at a pain from the Heart of Life. Then lay back, resting against the ivory railings that overlooked the cracked staircase and the hall below. Robin kept hold of the chains. Mrs Nancy glared at Beau, at the Hearts in his hands.

Another poem moved through Beau’s mind. “ Rainbow above, the rainbow high, more than a light in Reanbu sky. Energy of colour, bright and good, divided and poured into hearts of wood.” A nursery rhyme. It reminded Beau of others, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Humpty, Jack, and Jill. All children’s rhymes, but with a deeper meaning seen by few.

He’d asked of them, what do they mean? But his mother said, nonsense, nonsense is all. But Beau had believed in them in childish innocence. He’d known the hearts were real, and the rainbow more than a light against the Reanbu skylines. He’d believed the rainbow was created there, and the Konnekte’s placed under its protection.

Robin the Frog looked up into Beauregard’s face. “What do we do now?” he asked, his boyish features illuminated against an adult face.

“Watch,” Beauregard said. “Wait, and watch, and see.”

He gazed down to the Sacred Wooden Hearts in his hands. Each carved with intercrate carvings, ornamental. Yet more than decoration, the carvings fitted, like pieces of a puzzle, together into one. The coloured bark of the Heart of the Rainbow would fit against the hard inner wood of the Heart of Love.

“ The teller’s tell, the hearers here. An ode to the end draweth near. When light is gone, and dark will cover, remember hope in hearts given by Another.” Beau’s mother had never told him that rhyme. He’d read it from the book himself, labouring over each word that he didn’t understand. Light, dark. Draweth. What it meant, he didn’t know. Except now he did. The Hearts were they, the Rainbow was Another. He began to see it. They were a back up plan.

Beauregard held the Heart of Time in one hand, the Heart of Love in another. Then he brought them together, pressing one into the other. The carved crevices met and matched. The grooves of one joining the peaks of the other. Love is stronger than time. Time cannot destroy love. But love makes tie go away. A spark passed between them. Red, bright. And the gnarled ancient hearts began reforming in Beau’s hand. Old became young. The power of love changing time. Love seeing through ugliness, and breaking it away. And as love changed time, passing time made the love stronger. The hard wood changed. The sparkles of blue and red light glittered brighter.

Robin watched, his mouth parted slightly, his hands relaxing their grip of the cold chains.

Another poem, this one taught numbers. “ One, two, king of Reanbu. Two, three, carved from a tree. Three, four, guided by law. Four, five, making alive. Five, six, wooden, like sticks. Seven and eight, it will not abate. Eight and nine, put in a line. Nine, ten and ten, begins again.”

Miss Nancy’s eyes widened, then softened, then froze into the hardness of her heart. Her fists clenched. They could not take it away from her now she was so close.

A shiver ran through Beau’s thoughts, down his spine, along his arms and into his hands. A voice crowed in his brain, “I still have the Heart of the Head. Drop them, drop them now.”

Beau’s hands flinched open, the joined Heart of love and all time dropped to the floor, the Heart of the Rainbow skittered across the stone slabs to the edge of the staircase.

Robin felt the chain taunt in his hands, and rip away from him. He stumbled back. Mrs Nancy rose to her feet. “You are not done with me yet,” she said. “And I am not done with you.”

Robin ran towards her, she ran toward Beau. Beau fought her in his mind, and throw himself to the ground as she reached him. Mrs Nancy tripped, and went sprawling. She was up again before Beau, and the chains were swinging. Robin heard Beau shout, “Join the Hearts.” Robin turned towards the stairs, heard a clash of the chains behind. Robin dived for the Hearts, caught one in his hand, knocked the Heart of the Rainbow off the edge. It clattered down the steps, and fell into a crevice broken into the marble of the stair.

Robin turned and saw the chains come down. Miss Nancy stood over Beauregard. Robin’s eyes filled with tears and blind rage sadness and desperation. Miss Nancy came at him. He took the stairs in one leap.

Beau saw him go through thick vision, then all went black for him, and he felt himself falling towards a place of lights.

[TogetherAgain]

<stunned silence>

...I... I'll... get... back to you on this...

Oh wow....

[Beauregard]

Hey Lisa. Sorry to have stunned you into silence again. But, as a little gift for not nagging latley, the second to last chapter.

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Robin landed on the bottom step, and tripped into a half fall, landing in a crouch. He jumped to his feet and Miss Nancy began to slowly descend the stairs, trailing her hand along the ivory banister.

Robin looked about for a weapon, but saw none. The weapons were all in the top hall. He held the joined heart close to his chest, and squinted at the step where the other wooden heart had disappeared down inside a crack. Miss Nancy’s foot came down upon the step. Robin looked up at her.

Beau had told him to join he hearts, his last words before he was gone. Robin would do just that…if he could. Yes, of course he could. He would. He had to. Beau could not save his country any more, he couldn’t even save himself. Robin ground his jaw.

“Yo, Miss Nancy,” Robin yelled.

“What is it, frog?”

“Let’s end this.”

“Yes.” Miss Nancy sprung from the step like a cat. “Let’s.”

Robin gripped the Joined Heart. It flashed with sparkling light. As Miss Nancy flew towards him, Robin angled the heart towards her, stabbing his hand forward and pulling back at the last moment. A lightning bolt of green light cracked from the Heart, knocking Miss Nancy to the ground.

She sat up, licking the corner of her lip. “You wanna try that again?”

Robin shot another bolt from the Heart as thunder erupted outside the castle. Miss Nancy fended it away, catching the energy instead with the chains. The chains sparked, and light charged up and down them like electricity.

Miss Nancy came at him again. Robin aimed the blast low, catching the ground beneath her feet. The force threw up stones and tiles. She lost her footing and went down. Robin bounded over her, landing on the third step. He shot a glance back. She was getting to her feet.

Robin scrambled halfway up the steps. It was here the Heart had fallen. He could see it lodged inside a crack too small for his grown-up hands.

He heard a rushing sound and frog-leaped high into the air. The chains came down on the step, ripping it open, breaking the heart out of its prison in the stone. Robin landed running. He seized the Heart of the Rainbow and ran.

*****

Robin didn’t stop. He burst through the doors to the throne room, and charged at the steps leading to the high throne. He took them two at a time, and scrambled across a broken patch ceiling that had crumbled down in his way. Robin reached the throne, and stood there panting.

Miss Nancy came through the doors. She looked around, then spotted him. Robin fumbled with the hearts, turning them this way and that, struggling for the right way around. Quickly. Come on.

She marched across the floor towards him.

Robin looked up. One heart slipped out of his grip. He scrabbled in the air and caught it. A bolt of lightening from the storm lit the room in dark silhouettes. There! He had it right. Robin rested one in each hand and then brought them together fast. Thunder crashed above.

The Heart of the Rainbow joined the Heart of Love and Time, connecting and bringing them all together. Bright sparkles filled the room, rushing from every corner to join the Joined Hearts. Robin let go and the Heart rose high, twisting through the air above.

A pink hand wrapped around Robin’s wrist. “Now you are mine,” Miss Nancy spat.

Robin pulled back. Miss Nancy held with a grip of iron. “Get off, get off!” Robin said, his voice trembled and returned to that of young Robin. “Let go you’re hurting me.”

The Joined Heart span faster, sparkles of light danced. A burst of light erupted from within. It arched left and right, a seven-layered bow of colour.

“Rainbow,” Robin cried. “You’re alive!”

Miss Nancy turned. She felt something tug inside her head. The Heart of the Head transported from within her mind. It joined the others, glowing, floating, joining.

“Give it back!” Miss Nancy shouted. “Give it back to me, Now!”

She knocked Robin aside, and tottered forward on the throne, reaching towards the Rainbow and the Hearts. “Give that back your brute.” She stepped one foot up onto the carved back of the throne seat. She raised her fists. “Give it!”

Robin cried out and started forward. “Miss Nancy you’ll fall.”

She reached forward, and lost her footing. Robin grabbed for her. She fell. The chains trailed across the back of the throne for a second, then they too were gone below.

A final Wooden Heart rose from below. The Heart of Life joined with the Heart of the Head, the Heart of Time, the Heart of Love, the Heart of the Rainbow.

Robin sat back, his whole body shivering. It would be all right. Everything was going to be all right. The rainbow, the rainbow was back.

The Rainbow floated down towards him. Words echoed in his head, “Thank you Robin…”

[TogetherAgain]

Great, now I'm shaking... Hey! I can talk! Cool!

1) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for posting this chapter! THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU! Oh, Hugs to you, Beau! Hugs to you!

2) This chapter is..... oh my gosh!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! And the Rainbow's back! It's back, it's alive, and YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

But what about everything else? What about Beauregard, and Beauhoth, and the other Beau whose name I can't spell, and Kermit, and Miss Piggy, and Gonzo, and Rowlf, and Fozzie, and Bunsen, and Beaker, and Scooter, and Skeeter, and Sam, and everybody in Raenbu, and... and... and... and what about them? Do I have to pretend to patient again to get that? Aw. Well, Kudos on these last two chapters- they are absolutely AMAZING! (And you've been stunning me into silence an awful lot lately...)

[Beauregard]

Gee, from you Lisa I'll take that as a compliment! Just kidding.

Yes, you do have to be patient to see what happens to everyone else, but I promise you'll love it. Or, and the Beau who's name you can't spell is Mr Beautinglroth Regard. And you forgot Mrs Regard in your list. He he!

You're shaking??? Ok...so, I was too when I came to write by that part. I was like, "Hurry! Hurry!" And when the final chain-lik went over the back of th throne I was like, "Phew" But Robin was still shaking, so, so was I. And, so, ok, volla! Must go work on the final, tie-ing-up-de ends chapter. Then on to the next fan-fic (entitled Visions, but only Illusions), which I know you will all love. And I have another lined up for after that (entitled Have nothing to Hide). Do you see a pattern in those titles, lol...

[TogetherAgain]

Yes, I see the pattern, and I love the pattern. I simply adore the pattern.

And as for that list, I knew I was forgetting somebody...

[Beauregard]

Look at this...

At the begining of the thread, I said: Story: Robin wants to know what is on the other side of the rainbow, but there's only one Muppet who knows, and he ain't talking.

What I failed to say was: And when he gets there, he meets Skeeter, the Rainbow gets broken, the Muppet grow old and fall to dust, Beauregard gets kiled, Robin Frog grows up, and the world goes dark...

Wonder why...oh yes! I didn't know that then!

[DTF]

This is an amazing story; haven't had time to post but I did want to thank you.

As for Miss Nancy's question as to "why am I telling you this," though, I do have an answer you *might* have used - "Well, it's only natural, you're an evil overlord (over the planet) and evil overlords always waste time telling of their evil plans and such." But, that's not really his style of joke, so I caan see why you didn't use it. I *do*, however, see Gonzo saying something like tht if he ever gets the chance. It does sound like him. Maybe something for the future :-)

BTW, I didn't read till now because, frankly, I can't stand cliffhangers, I worry too much about the characters, and take too much time figuring out what wil lhappen :-) So whenever your next stuff's up, I know I won't be reding it till it's about done.

[Beauregard]

*chuckle*

Ok. I'll let you know when it's nearly done.

And I loved that "Evil overlord" thing. It's perfect for Gonzo! *notes it down to steal for another time*

[DTF]

Glad you liked it - have you ever seen that list of things to do if you're an evil overlord? Sound like something Gonzo would pick up on right away.

In fact, in the Muppet universe, maybe Gonzo even writes it :-)

[Whatever]

Getting near the end! Can he do it? Will everyone be happy? At the theatre or Rainbu? So many questions!

[TogetherAgain]

<hums Rainbow Connection>
<twiddles thumbs>
I'm not begging... I'm being good and patient... Really I am... <hums Rainbow Connection>

[Beauregard]

The end!!! Bingo, we got to the final chapter!!! Hope you love it. Still not sure if I'm entirely satisfied with it, but! But, but, but. It neatly bookends the story. Enjoy!!!

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Robin stumbled down the steps from the throne. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to wake up and find it was a dream…but he didn’t, he didn’t wake up because this wasn’t a dream. Robin stopped still in the doorway. He rested a hand against the distorted doorframe.

Beyond their lay his friends, Beauregard was gone, his uncle, Miss Piggy, Gonzo…he didn’t know what had happened to them. The Rainbow brushed past him, moving out the door ahead. Robin followed, dragging his feet.

He reached the head of the stairs, where Beauregard was. The brave brown figure lay still. A breath of breeze moved through his hairs. Robin knelt beside him. The tears that hadn’t come before, came now. Robin balled his fists against his face, rubbing away the salt-tears, but they didn’t stop.

The Rainbow and connected hearts hovered close, and Robin saw them there. His tears dried, as he rose to his feet. He stepped back, away from Beau, and from the rainbow. “It’s your fault,” he said suddenly. “Get away from me, it’s your fault.”

The Rainbow turned towards him. Robin shook his head. “It’s your fault!” he shouted. “There all gone.”

The Rainbow seemed to stop still for a moment, then flowed quickly back into the hearts. Robin stared at the empty space. The joined hearts floated down to his height, and a floor of light formed around them. The Rainbow light grew and formed into the figure of a person. Its features were incomplete, but it stood erect and it’s arms hug at its side. It could be female or male, man or woman. The colours of the rainbow touched every part of it’s skin.

“Young Robin Frog,” the Rainbow said. Its lips moved, but the echoey voice didn’t match the sync. “There are things I must tell you, things you must know. Many many times ago the rainbow was formed. I was given a job, to watch the creatures of Reanbu. I feared for my existence, for it would not be many times before they would grow old, and forget me. I called for one man who would carve the five wooden hearts.”

The Rainbow took hold of the hearts in its partly-formed hands. “Into the hearts I poured a division of myself, for I knew that one day I should be unable to protect myself against they, and when I was gone then endings would come. And I thought I could stop the progress of time by taking time from all Reanbu and locking it in a heart of its own, with it I locked a part of myself to protect it from me and me from it and they from it and me. In another I placed a power of life, a sustaining energy. Each had its part to play, and each was there for when the time came, that Time should come and escape me or I should be destroyed. For I knew it would come to pass that when I was destroyed, one such as yourself could find the Hearts, bring them together. For when the energy force of each heart would come together, the power of myself would be restored, as it has been.”

“Lucky you,” Robin said, still backing from the walking bow. “You’re back, but what of us? My friends? My family? What sacrifice…” He choked up and couldn’t go on.

The Rainbow took hold of the Hearts, and placed one hand over the Heart of Life. Gently, lovingly, he pulled it away. “This is for you,” he said, holding it towards Robin.

“I don’t want you hearts,” Robin said. “I want my family.”

The Rainbow turned its soft eyes towards Beauregard. Robin reached forward and placed his hand on the Heart of Life. “You can live without it?” he asked quietly.

A nod. “For I shall certainly restore the time,” he said. “With love and time and the rainbow.”

Robin walked towards Beau. He crouched beside him and stroked his face. “Wake up Beauregard,” he said. Robin held the Heart and rested it upon Beau’s chest. For a moment it lay in that place, then it seemed to seep down through the fur and skin, dissolving down into Beau’s body.

Robin sat back. A shuddering breath filled Beau’s lungs. His eyes blinked open.

The Rainbow stepped up behind Robin, and took his hand. Robin looked up into the Rainbow’s eyes. “Thank you,” Robin whispered.

“No, thank you,” the Rainbow said. And time rolled back. Dust rose from floors, brilliant light poured through windows. The magnificent arches, pillars, and walls restored, rising up, great once more. The Throne straightened. Ceiling returned.

Time rolled back. Grey dust swirled, forming familiar bodies. Two brown paws clung together, eyes opening, husband and wife. Wrinkled skin formed tight across bones, then smoothed into a soft face, long golden-blonde hair returned, and blue eyes glistened. Cracks in glass grew together. Stripy socks rose, and grey skin turned to red fur. A brown dog rose from the ground. Samuel Eagle felt young and refreshed, his feathers new and clean. Brother and sister. Kermit’s face formed and his eyes burst from the surface growing into perfect frog’s eyes. Gonzo’s face re-formed, his eyes first, then his nose shooting out from the blue skin.

Robin the Frog watched his hands shrink. He felt himself falling as he returned. He touched his collar with a finger and felt it melt away. He would miss it.

The Rainbow rose through ceiling and sky. Its human form spread, fingers joining. High above Reanbu it arched into a brilliant blue, bird-filed sky. And it wrapped the Heart of Time back in itself. Time was not needed there.

Inside the castle, a black machine melted, dissolving into the atoms of energy from which it was created. The Rainbow would not leave something so dangerous for others to misuse. In the throne room the body of an elderly lady lay still. The pink skin was wrinkled, purple eyes dull, fingernails long and aged.

*****

Robin was woken by the bright sunshine on his face. He leapt out of bed, with a feeling of something, something he couldn’t quite place.

He headed out into the corridor and waited in line for the bathroom. Ahead of him Floyd was having a heated debate with FooFoo, laying down the law about not chewing slippers.

Robin leant against the wall and closed his eyes. Everything was normal then. There had been nothing to worry about. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his dressing gown. “Huh?” he said. “What’s…” He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small Wooden Heart. Robin frowned.

*****

“Uncle Kermit, Uncle Kermit.” He ran across the stage at the Muppet Theatre towards his uncle.

“Er, Robin, I’m kinda busy right now.”

“But uncle Kermit.”

“Yes, Robin?”

“What’s on the other side of the rainbow, Uncle Kermit?”

A strange shadow passed over Kermit’s face, like a distant memory. “I don’t know, Robin. It just part of a song.”

“Oh.” Robin’s voice sounded disappointed. “Is that all?”

“Yes, Robin, that’s all.”

*****

Miss Piggy’s dressing room door was covered in pink hearts, and yellow stars. Robin knocked quickly. “Miss Piggy. Are you in there?”

“Who is it?”

“It’s Robin, are you there?”

“Well, yes, but…” The door cracked open and a snout emerged. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to ask you about the Rainbow,” Robin said. “What’s on the other side?” He saw it in her face too, a shadow of doubt, then a decision.

“Look, Robin. Can we talk later, sweetie. Miss Piggy’s had a bad hair day.” And the door closed.

Robin sighed and headed to find Rowlf. Rowlf would know, or understand.

*****

Beauregard was tired. He'd been awake half the night with a weird dream, and he'd found a wooden heart in his bed when he woke. It had been jabbing him in the back all night, uncomfortable, and probably keeping him from sleeping.

Everyone was busy, but Beau just wanted to sit. He settled on the sofa, and flipped through TV channels. There was a report of flooding in a cave in Australia, but that wasn’t even exciting.

A hand rested on the back of the sofa, and a fond voice spoke, interupting his thoughts. “Mind if I join you?” Rowlf asked, his big eyes fixed on the wooden heart that Beau held.

"Er, sure," Beau said. "I can move if you'd like."

"No, no, stay. I wanted to talk to you."

“Okey," Beau said. He pushed the wooden heart into his pocket.

"Well now, my friend," Rowlf said. “I’ve not been around for this many doggy years to not tell when someone’s down. And you are down. What’s up, Beau?”

Beau blinked at that, wondering for an instant how something could be up if it was down. “I had a weird dream…at least, I'm thinking it was a dream. About me, and Robin, and you, and everyone. We were on the other side of the rainbow," Beau said. He thought hard to remember it exactly. “Do you know what happened?”

Rowlf’s eyes smiled with knowledge. He shook his head. Robin Frog had said pretty much the exact same thing when he had come to speak to Rowlf only ten minutes before. “Nope,” Rowlf said. “I really don’t know." But it had to have been something. Beau, Robin, the hearts, and a distent foggy memory of his own told him there was something that had happened. "But I know someone who does,” Rowlf went on.

“Really? Who? How?”

“How does he know?” Rowlf said. “Because, Beauregard, Robin was there.”

[Beauregard]

And here is a preveiw of my next story, in the form of a trailer....not sure if it works as a trailer...but, anyway...

Black. Darkness.

Narator: "Gonzo's life hit an all time low..."

Flash. Gonzo walks with a guitar strapped to his back, its dark, its cold. Flash. Gonzo throws a brick. The brick splashes down in a pond.

Gonzo: "Nooo-oo! I shouldn't have doen that. Come back. Come back.

Flash. Gonzo rises from the pond, shivering in the dark. His hands are empty.

Narrator: "Until..."

Kermit stands by a bench.

Kermit: It's not that bad.

Narrator: ...he met kermit and his life was changed forever.

*music starts*

Gonzo bursts into a night-club.

Gonzo: "I'm not going to be this way any more!"

*pause*

Bunsen: Well that's surely good to know.
Beaker: Mou, mou.

*music*

Gonzo: *standing on a motor-bike seat while riding* Whahooooo! *Miss Piggy drives past him on a motor bike* Whaha, oops.... *the bike goes wobbling without him...*

Cut to:

Fozzie Bear stands in a police lineup. Fozzie sits in a jail. Fozzie opens a wallet, and stares at a photo of Kermit.

Cut to:

Bar. Late.

Johnny: Break out the drinks, shall we.
Sal: When Johnny sys break out the drinks, start breaking.

Black.

Narrator: The world is changed...nothing is the same.

Flash. Camera spins around Beaker. Flash. Gonzo starts running. Flash. Scooter is unlocking a cage. He has black fingernails.Flash. Miss Piggy grabs Gonzo's nose. Flash. Doc Hopper hits the Swedish Chef. Flash.

Miss Piggy: I love you!

Flash. Black.

[The Count]

So... Do you think Lisa will be able to speak after reading that last chapter?
Got a bit muddled with the dialogue at the end, but I think I understood it. And it's a nice touch of bringing the story back to the beginning with a twist at the end... But it seems just a smidge unresolved. If that was your intent, then OK. But seems to me there should be some sense of closure in bringing Robin back to the MBH, talk to Rowlf and Bo both and then agree to whatever it is they agree to between themselves giving the story a sense of circular closure.

Just a suggestion though, it's pretty much OK the way it is and I'll be the first to thank you for such a great story Bo.
And looking forward to see if this become the first in the series from your colorful pen.

[Beauregard]

Where was it you got muddled? In the Rainbow talking bit? If so, that was purposefully obscure.

I too did not like that it ended without proper closure, however, I thought it best that the Rainbow return them without their knowedge of the events. I think it would have been to hard for them all to remember it all, too hard on them. However, Robin and Beau have this secret to share, and they both knew it was totally real even if the others assue it were some kind of dream.

Usually I dispise stories that end in a "dream" way, but I felt this one had to, since the whoel story had an air of dream to it.

Also, I may include later a deleted scene with Beauhoth in Reanbu.

[The Count]

No. What got me muddled was the very end with Rowlf and Beauregard. The dream ending's OK by me, it does fit the story's feel perfectly even if the majority of the Muppets have this shadow of doubt clouding their minds as to the events.

The ending's a little off cause I thought even if the others don't know, Bo and Robin do and that's OK. Was thinking they'd get together in some sort of last scene and agree that this was their secret to share. Just that sort of scene lends an air of closure that helps finish the story, setting us up for Book 2 of your Rainbow Collection, Visions, But Only Illusions.

[Beauregard]

Ahhh! I see the problem. I shall go and atempt to give it a little polish while my Edit function is still an option. brb

[Beauregard]

Ok. The last section has been edited now. Volla! A littler better perhaps.

[Whatever]

The end... finally... aaaaaawww :)

[The Count]

OK... a bit better indeed.
So... Do both Robin and Bo have each one of the wooden hearts? Or do they each have the same wooden heart? Or was it that Robin took the one he found in his dressing gown and put it on Bo's bed? Or was it even Robin who found the heart in his dressing gown?
Things you'd think would be simple lead to a million questions.

As for the end bit of dialogue... Rowlf's the one who says: "But I know who does" and "Because, Robin was there too."
But is it Bo who's saying: "Really? Who? How? How does he know?"
That's what's confusing me a bit with the ending of the story.

But with Robin and Bo and the hearts connected with a foggy memory in Rowlf's mind... That helps tie it in a pretty rain-bow. At least, it's an end now worthy of simple understanding and be-fitting this grand story.

[Beauregard]

Robin has a wooden heart, given to him by the rainbow in the time that the rainbow transported them all home (delted scene if you wish for explaination's sake) And Bo's heart ws the Heart of Life.

[The Count]

Got it. So...

Should we start nagging for Book 2 to be posted now? Just thought I'd get a jump on that before Lisa started up.
Heh, heh, heh.

Don't worry Bo, just post when you can... No worries mon.
And thanks for the story, a bo-tiful thing it was.

[Beauregard]

Yeah, you wouldn't want Lisa to have the monopoly on a thing like that, lol. You (and L) will be pelased to know that I have already started the tory and it's going well, but, I have to consult a certain DVD for one scene.

Ha ha! Twill be marvelous!

[The Count]

Hey... If it's writen by you, then it surely will be Bo Diddley.

[TogetherAgain]

Ok, now that I finally have a few minutes...

Beau, it's amazing! It's a happily ever after, and I just loooooooooooooooooooooooove how Beauregard goes to Rowlf, and "Because, Beauregard, Robin was there" and it's just sooooooo awesome! And the part where Robin starts to blame the Rainbow for everything, it's just so... so.... touching that he did all of this stuff for the rainbow, because he was just so... caring for the rainbow, and then he realized that he had absolutely NOTHING and he just sort of broke and it was just so....... oh, I want to give him a hug! Here, I'll give you a hug- <HUG!> And I loved how he reached up to touch his collar, and it melted away, and he was going to miss it, it's just...... oh! Man, I need to get some better descriptions for my reactions. "Oh" just isn't detailed enough. But that's beside the point, you know what I'm trying to say, and I'm rambling again...

The preview, for the next story, it looks amazing, And I can't wait to read it, and yeah. Looking forward to it!

And I would love to see the "deleted scene" of them all getting transported back! It sounds sooooooo cool and I want to see it!

And don't anybody ever think that I have a monopoly on nagging. It's a group effort, it works better if there's more than one person nagging.

[Whatever]

And don't anybody ever think that I have a monopoly on nagging. It's a group effort, it works better if there's more than one person nagging.
Not a chance. I was nagging him about this fanfic long before you were. ;)

[Beauregard]

Actually, so you were. And at long last it is finished. I hope it was worth your nagging.

Bea:zany:{Thinking now of extras}regard

[Whatever]

And at long last it is finished. I hope it was worth your nagging.

Absolutely!

[Xerus]

That was an awesome story, Beau. :) Another story about the Muppet boarding house with Beauregard as the main character. And the ending was good too. Seeing them all safely back in the house and Beau wondering if it was all a dream. You have a great talent of writing, Beau. :)

[Beauregard]

Thank yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!!!

[redBoobergurl]

And here is a preveiw of my next story, in the form of a trailer....not sure if it works as a trailer...but, anyway...

Black. Darkness.

Narator: "Gonzo's life hit an all time low..."

Flash. Gonzo walks with a guitar strapped to his back, its dark, its cold. Flash. Gonzo throws a brick. The brick splashes down in a pond.

Gonzo: "Nooo-oo! I shouldn't have doen that. Come back. Come back.

Flash. Gonzo rises from the pond, shivering in the dark. His hands are empty.

Narrator: "Until..."

Kermit stands by a bench.

Kermit: It's not that bad.

Narrator: ...he met kermit and his life was changed forever.

*music starts*

Gonzo bursts into a night-club.

Gonzo: "I'm not going to be this way any more!"

*pause*

Bunsen: Well that's surely good to know.
Beaker: Mou, mou.

*music*

Gonzo: *standing on a motor-bike seat while riding* Whahooooo! *Miss Piggy drives past him on a motor bike* Whaha, oops.... *the bike goes wobbling without him...*

Cut to:

Fozzie Bear stands in a police lineup. Fozzie sits in a jail. Fozzie opens a wallet, and stares at a photo of Kermit.

Cut to:

Bar. Late.

Johnny: Break out the drinks, shall we.
Sal: When Johnny sys break out the drinks, start breaking.

Black.

Narrator: The world is changed...nothing is the same.

Flash. Camera spins around Beaker. Flash. Gonzo starts running. Flash. Scooter is unlocking a cage. He has black fingernails.Flash. Miss Piggy grabs Gonzo's nose. Flash. Doc Hopper hits the Swedish Chef. Flash.

Miss Piggy: I love you!

Flash. Black.

This sounds really interesting and intruiging. Can't wait to read it. Just catching up on this current one though, also quite good! I'm really enjoying it!

[Effralyo]

Ga-ga-ga-gardy....:sniff:...lardy...:sniff:... how many things I didn`t knew yet about him... :sniff: :sob: sob: sob: sob:
Ndah... On such background my "PMH" looks like a cheap buffonade..... Shame on me for making him stumble! :BLAM! on the forehead:
"Dear Diary".... Gosh... :cry: And I still didn`t knew about it... So Gardy does have something to hide under the pillow and trust the most secret thoughts too....
Shame on me, shame, shame, shame, shaaaaaaame!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :sob:
*takes a timeout to finish crying and wipe the tears*
Brill....:sniff:.....iant!!!!!!!