Blood Is On The Dance Floor
Two Sides Of The Same Whole: Hi there. I'm Two Sides Of The Same Whole in case you haven't already figured that out. Now as I've said before in previous stories, I do not own the song Blood On The Dance Floor by Michael Jackson nor do I, sadly, own the Muppets.
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Prologue-Trapped In The Ballroom
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She got your number
She know your game
She put you under
It's so insane
Since you seduced her
How does it feel
To know that woman
Is out to kill
Every night stance is like takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you're gonna get it
Every hot man is out takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you do regret it
To escape the world I've got to enjoy that simple dance
And it seemed that everything was on my side
(Blood on my side)
She seemed sincere like it was love and true romance
And now she's out to get me
And I just can't take it
Just can't break it
Susie got your number
And Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie's got your number
And Susie says its right
She got your number
How does it feel
To know this stranger
Is out to kill
She got your baby
It happened fast
If you could only
Erase the past
Every night stance is like takin a chances
It's not about love and romance
And now you're gonna get it
Every hot man is out takin' a chance
It's not about love and romance
And now you do regret it
To escape the world I got to enjoy this simple dance
And it seemed that everything was on my side
(Blood on my side)
It seemed sincere like it was love and true romance
And now she's out to get me
And I just can't take it
Just can't break it
Susie got your number
And Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie got your number
You know Susie says its right
Susie's got your number
Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
She put seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie's got your number
Susie says its right
It was blood on the dance floor
(blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(blood on the dance floor)
It was blood on the dance floor
(blood on the dance floor)
And I just can't take it
The girl won't break it
Ooo...
If only everyone who'd heard the song before had listened carefully, without a sound, to the song then maybe those trapped in the ballroom wouldn't have been caught in this mess. No one, not even the people watching at home, could see the sketch so they couldn't tell what was going on, couldn't see what horrors were happening inside the ballroom at that time. When Kermit announced the Electric Mayhem's musical number and the curtain rose to see their stage, they found that no one, not even Rowlf, was there. Kermit started wondering what was going on.
"Eh, maybe they're somewhere else and forgot about their number tonight," he said. It'd happened before, which made Kermit sing Drift Away, one of the bandleader's favorite songs, with Dobbie Gray so that was something he'd swore he'd never do again. "For now, please enjoy Sam yelling something at Pepe that has to do with America and patriotism! YAAAAY?" Sam and Pepe entered the stage with the eagle yelling at the king prawn about something along the lines of 'Civil War' and 'American Revolution'.
Backstage
"Hey, Nigel, where is everybody?" Kermit asked.
"Don't know," Nigel replied, looking at him. "I was watching the At The Dance skit when the screen suddenly went blank and appeared to the sketch after that. I don't understand. What's-"
The phone rang, cutting him off. Kermit answered.
"Hello?"
"Blood is on the dance floor," a deep voice on the other end began, "blood is on the knife."
"E-excuse me?"
"You have twenty-two hours. Or else they'll all be gone."
Whoever it was hung up and Nigel stared, horrified, at Kermit. He'd heard the entire conversation. Was the mysterious person singing what he thought the man was singing?
"Blood On The Dance Floor," Kermit realized, eyes widening.
"That song?" Nigel shouted. Kermit nodded, grimacing. "The one about the woman who's out to kill someone?"
"The exact same song."
"So that means..." Nigel stopped short, eyes widened with horror and fear. Kermit nodded.
"That we have exactly sixteen hours to find out where everyone is... or they'll all die."
"Kermit, we'll have to cancel or discontinue the show!"
"First, we must send the audience home. Then enlist the help of everyone in the cast we can find in order to search."
Onstage
"OK, everybody!" Kermit shouted, pushing Sam and Pepe off stage. "I'm afraid we'll have to close early tonight. So sorry for the inconvenience. But goodnight and have a safe trip home!" The audience, grumbling, left.
"Kermit," Heart, a new Muppet, said as she walked up to the frog, "why'd you send everyone home early?"
"Yeah," Michael Jackson, who was guest-starring tonight, agreed. "What's wrong?"
"I'll explain when we find everyone we can," Kermit said. "For now, find everyone in the cast you can as fast as possible. We've got a crisis on our hands, Heart, Michael."
Ballroom
"Hey," Dr. Teeth shouted, "who killed the lights?"
"And why?" Floyd said. The lights suddenly came back on.
"That was strange," Statler retorted.
"But what-" Dr. Trace began when Zoot suddenly yelled out in terror. Everyone turned around to see him turning his head from side to side frantically, trying to find something.
Or someone.
"Zoot, like, what's the matter?" Janice asked.
"Nagi!" Zoot immediately replied. "I can't find her!"
"Search the entire room, you guys!" Soul, Heart's brother, commanded and everyone did so.
It was only when Animal opened the closet that the girls screamed and everyone realized why the lights had gone off.
Nagini had been strangled, her body hid in a closet.
"Someone call the cops!" Dr. Trace shouted, tears going down her face.
"My phone's not working!" Rowlf replied.
"Neither's mine!" Soul added.
"Or mine!" Victoria agreed.
"Crap!" Floyd said, rushing towards the door. He tried to pull it open but even with the help of other male Muppets, it wouldn't budge. "Sweet holy mother of God, we're trapped in the ballroom!"
Everyone realized what was going on then.
Someone was trying to keep them in, trying to not let them get away like Zaroff wouldn't let Rainsford go in the story The Most Dangerous Game.
Then, at that moment, a certain song ran through the minds of every person in the room who had listened to Michael Jackson's songs without screaming or saying he was homo.
Susie got your number
And Susie ain't your friend
Look who took you under
With seven inches in
Blood is on the dance floor
Blood is on the knife
Susie's got your number
And Susie says its right