A/N 1: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

A/N 2: So I saw the new Muppet Movie yesterday (LOVED IT) and this was a quickie scene between Floyd and Animal that I thought would make a good friendship fic. Hope you enjoy it.


Floyd dug around his dressing room, throwing various items over his shoulder. "Now where did I put my guitar?"

"Hey Floyd! We're on in ten minutes!"

"I hear ya Dr. Teeth, I hear ya. I just have to find—oh, here it is!" He picked up his electric guitar, plucking a few strings. "Perfectly in tune too." He went to leave the room, only to pause at the door as something caught his eye. "What's this?" The guitarist picked up a wooden case from a nearby table, opening it. "Heh heh. I know someone who's been looking for these."


"Hey Floyd, did you find your guitar? The Princesses of Poultry are almost finished!"

"Yeah Man, I got it. I just need to find—hey, where's Animal?"

"Oh, he's standing there staring at the drums."

"Still trying to keep control huh?"

Dr. Teeth grumbled. "I wish he'd lose control. It's bad for the band. We need a drummer."

Floyd chuckled as he walked off, calling over his shoulder. "I think I have just the thing that will bring him back."

"Well you better hurry; we're on in about two minutes."


Animal stood next to the performing platform, sadly looking up at his drumset. It had been awhile since he'd beat drums but…

"Control." He sighed as Floyd walked over, carrying something.

"Hey Animal; I was looking for my guitar earlier and came across something you might like." The drummer watched curiously as his friend opened the case he was holding. Inside were two beautiful drumsticks. Floyd smiled. "I thought you could use these."

"Ohhh…" he reached out a hand, anxious to take the sticks and beat drums once more. But the hand stopped, hovering. "Control." He shook his head.

"Well, okay Man, if that's what you want." Floyd set the case down, looking at him. "You know what to do."

Animal watched as the guitarist walked off before turning to the case before him. He picked the sticks up in his hands, feeling them. "Drums."

It was a bad idea. "Control." The sticks went back in the box.

He stared at them, picking them back up. "Drums."

"Control." The sticks went back in.

"Drums." The sticks came back out.

"Control. Drums. Control. Drums. Control. Drums." He panted, putting the sticks back in.

"Control." Only to take them out again. "Drums."

Control

Drums

Control

Drums

He was getting agitated.

Control

Drums

Control

Drums

"Control." The sticks went back in the box and Animal panted harder, trying to calm down. He looked from the drums to the sticks several times. Finally, something snapped. He couldn't take it anymore.

"AAAHHH!" He grabbed the sticks, waving them back and forth. "Drums! Drums! Drums! Drums! Drums!"

Animal rushed behind the platform, scrambling up. "Drums! Drums! Drums!" A drum banged loudly upon being hit and he grinned. "Beat drums! Beat drums! Beat Drums! BEAT DRUUMMSS!"

Floyd smiled up at him. "Hey Man! Look who's back!"

"ANIMAL!" The Electric Mayhem said in unison.

"Beat drums! Beat drums! Beat drums!"

"Music to my ears!" exclaimed Dr. Teeth. "We got our drummer back!"

"I knew you'd know what to do!" Floyd laughed. "Welcome back Man!"

"BEEAATT DRUUMMSS!"