Uncle Kermit was moping again. The small frog stared sadly at the bedroom door as he stood before it, a small wooden box clutched in his flippers. Ever since Jim Henson had died, Uncle Kermit had become more and more depressed.

The members of Muppet Theater had departed in droves, leaving the depressed frog as they sought for the now missing spark. That only served to depress Kermit further- it had been literally the last straw when Miss Piggy had reluctantly left.

Kermit retreated into his room in this now empty mansion, once filled with laughter, and hadn't come out since. Robin sadly shook his head as he walked to the staircase. On the middle step he sat.

The wooden box rested heavy in his hands- it was a prop from Mister Henning's room that the magician had given to the small frog. He opened it- soft music drifted out, and Robin smiled sadly at this solemn music.

Leave me some magic
To get me through the day
Wonders that cast a spell
I can't disobey
If it's all an illusion
I'm filled with confusion
So leave me some magic,
Don't take the magic away

Robin glanced up to Kermit's room, dark and quiet, no magic left to make it sparkle and shine.

Leave me some magic
As much as you can spare
And if people laugh at me
I guess I don't care
To believe sets me free more
Isn't that what I'm here for
So leave me some magic
Don't take the magic away
Please don't the magic away.

The notes drifted on the empty stairwell. Robin shut the lid, head dipping to drawn-up, huddled knees. "I miss you Uncle Kermit. I miss you so much. I wish you'd come back to me."

Ding-dong!

The merry bell, slightly cracked, was a sharp contrast to the solemn quietness that held this house. Robin stood, and puzzled, trotted to the front door. Was it solicitors? More well-wishers? Maybe even a member of the Muppet Theater, come back again?

Ding-dong!

Robin stood on tiptoes to undo the lock, half-remembering a time when the lock had never been shut, when swarms of people regularly walked in and out of the home laughing. Now this house had shut its doors, and turned the lock.

The large doors opened to two frogs, one male, and one female. "Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?" The small frogs feet were paralyzed to the floor- he hadn't expected his parents to be here.

"We came here to bring you back home dear."

"B-But- Uncle Kermit-"

Mom knelt down next to Robin, sadness reflecting in her eyes. "Robin dear, Uncle Kermit has just lost someone important in his life- he doesn't want to be bothered."

"I'm not bothering anybody! Besides, uncle Kermit will get lonely without me."

His dad started slightly at that statement- Robin, wound up in his argument, didn't notice until he asked, "You're the only other frog in this house other then Kermit?"

"I- well, right now yes-" Robin's voice trialed off as he recognized that particular frown on his fathers face. Mom swept him into her arms.

"You must have been lonely as well. Come my dear son, let's get you back to the swamp, okay?"

"But I don't wanna! I want to stay here with Kermit!" The child struggled in his mothers arms, shaking his head furiously. "You've let me stay here before!"

"We let you stay here because we knew Kermit could take care of you. But like this? Kermit can't take care of himself, how can we expect him to take care of a child?" The soothing tone had no effect on the struggling child.

"I can take care of myself mom!"

Dad easily detached the thrashing child, and lifted little Robin to eye level, "Listen to me son. We're going home to the swamp. This is no place for any frog to stay alone. We only let you stay here because you wanted too, and Kermit could take care of you. I don't see any sign of life in this mansion."

"It'll change! All Uncle Kermit needs is a push!"

"Honey, it's already been several months." Mom pulled Robin into her arms, sending a reproving look to her husband. "Uncle Kermit needs some time alone."

"If-If- when he does start up the theater again, can I come back?" The lost, forlorn voice tugged her heart in two.

"Yes. Of course you can. Once Kermit gets his spunk back, you can come and stay with him again." She ran a flipper over his head, as if petting the resistance out of him. "So how about you gather all of your things, and we'll take you back to the swamp."

"…Okay ma. Can I just write a goodbye letter first?"

"Yes dear, go right ahead."

Robin hopped off slowly, as husband and wife had a soft, heated argument in the foyer. "What do you mean you'll let him come back? We've barely seen him for several years because he's stayed here! And what kind of proper frog gets depressed over a human?"

"Dear! Kermit has been very nice to let Robin stay here- besides, you know Robin isn't like most of the other frogs back home. He has dreams; he hears the same call Kermit did."

Robin ignored both his parents to pull a piece of paper and pencil close to him. For a moment he simply sat there, staring at the paper, wondering what to write. What could he possibly say that would bring his uncle out of his depression?

Nothing. He could write nothing. So he wouldn't write something that would bring his uncle out of depression. Kermit would have to do it on his own.

Dear Uncle Kermit,
I hope this letter finds you well. Mom and Dad have come to pick me up, because you aren't around anymore. At least, not in mind you aren't. So I'm leaving.
But- I promise you Uncle Kermit, you ever decide to start up the theater again, you ever decide to go back to the frog we all loved before Jim Henson died, if you ever get back that magic that made people love you, then call me and I'll come. Everyone will come back if you ask.
I love you and miss you Uncle Kermit.
Your Nephew,
Robin

The letter had misspellings and letters backwards galore. It wasn't grammatically correct. It wasn't cute, and there were smudges along the sides.

But it was a heartfelt letter, and Robin carefully placed it on top of the many letters addressed to Jim Henson, all mourning the loss of a man he had never truly known. On the table, he left behind the little magic box Henning had given him. Uncle Kermit needed magic in his life.

Mother was waiting, along with Dad looking impatient as he held up a small backpack- all of the knickknacks from the theater were carefully stored inside, memories thick and choking.

Mom took him by the hand, led him away. As they left, Robin cast one last look behind.

All of the windows were dark and closed, the shutters drawn. The vibrant character it once held was gone now, replaced by formal silence and sad goodbyes.

He waved one last forlorn goodbye, not seeing the frog that leaned against one of the windows, wordlessly staring out. He settled into the rental car, staring out of the widow as the house began to recede out of view.

Small frog eyes closed in pain, as he leaned against the window, singing to the car.

Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me

A lone bear walking the streets far away looked up into the pouring sky. He wanted to go home. He was tired, starving, and ready to throw it all in. But- Kermit wasn't the same. He looked up at the rainy sky, softly singing.

Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
The jokes that we shared
Now I'm left to forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our friendship is like a song
You can't forget it

A dog sat in a restaurant- the same restaurant that he and Kermit had met in so many years ago. When the dreams were strong, when they had been willing to work for that dream and never gave up. A paw ran across old ivories, as he played a song that he knew far too well.

So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever singing with me?
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget

A pig in the crowd, attracted by the dog playing the piano stepped forward. Eyes met in tacit acknowledgement- she had come out here as a remembrance, and found, while maybe not the one she was hoping for, a friend nonetheless. She pulled herself up next to his piano to sing out the verse to the song.

We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

A weird, blue whatever stared out across the vastness of the desert. Beside him, a chicken clucked and cooed. He smiled sadly at her- his dreams of becoming a world-renowned artist had crashed and burned, leaving behind only pictures and memories. So, back to plumbing he would go- and Camilla would faithfully follow. His head tilted back as he sang a last farewell to the Theater.

And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
I won't forget us

Hundreds of Muppets, scattered across the country, each trying to fit into a new life. Some better, some worse, each saying a final goodbye in their hearts. A goodbye to a life they had absolutely adored and loved.

But somewhere we went wrong
Our friendship is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us