Scooter stepped backwards, horrified eyes fixated on his uncle. His Uncle didn't even seem to notice, rattling on about the things Scooter could amount to if he simply left the theater now before it went under. I-What do I do? What can I do? If the story has already started, then how does one stop it? Who would know… Gonzo. Gonzo and Rizzo- they always narrate.

While it wasn't exactly true, Kermit had a lot more experience narrating- Gonzo and Rizzo just stuck out more. "I- Uncle- C-Can I use the bathroom?" His voice squeaked.

"…Very well then. I trust that you know where it is." Scooter numbly left the room, feeling like he was drifting. He fumbled the bathroom door shut, the quiet click echoing loudly in the ostentatious room. He sank down on top of the toilet, and pulled out his cellphone, hoping against hope that Gonzo was going to answer. Rizzo was already a lost cause.

"Hello Scooter- something I can do for you?"

"Gonzo! It's horrible! Uncle has a script and it's going on right now and Muppet Theaters will disband by the end of it, and Rowlf will die-"

"What? Script? I never got a script! What are you talking about Scooter?"

"Uncle has a script. It's open. Its going. If it continues on like this Rowlf is going to die and Muppet Theaters will disband. We gotta stop it somehow- can't you start narrating?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa- first off, I don't narrate alone. You should never narrate alone, always with a buddy. So I'm going have to get together with Rizzo. And secondly- those directly involved with the story aren't allowed to become narrators."

"Oh."

"Well, you are right about this being a script. We're off script so we don't have any description of what we're doing. Sort of like a blackout."

"You're right! Hey, Gonzo- do you know anyone who could take over the gig?"

"Well… Newsman and Kermit are the only ones that has any experience narrating other then myself and Rizzo. But Newsman is busy off in another story, and Kermit is probably a central character in the script."

"Gonzo- you and Rizzo have got to resolve your plot. You two got to take over narrating."

"Resolve? I don't even know where he is! Besides, even if we were to take over, we'd have to get rid of the old script somehow."

"Leave that to me. You go find Rizzo Gonzo- Why not ask his ma?" The phone clicked off, and Scooter felt the world settle back in around him. Gonzo would take care of things on his end- he had to take care of things here. Quickly he pushed open the door, and moved to confront his uncle.

"Found you Rizzo!"

"Wha! G-Gonzo? What are you doing? Hey, put me down you big lug. Help! I'm being Rat-knapped!"

"Rizzo, it's terrible! Scooter found out that we're working underneath an unfinished script!"

"I noticed that something was wrong with our conversation."

"So we're going have to start narrating. Now. Before Rowlf dies."

'Whoa, wait? Rowlf? Our Rowlf? The dog with the magic fingers?"

"Yeah, so come on Rizzo, we have to resolve our plotline as fast as possible."

"Why us?"

"Well, we can always make another obstacle course-"

"NO!"

"…"

"…" "Hey… Rizzo? Why… Why don't you want me to be adopted into the family?"

"Well… You know... You're an artist."

"Huh? What's that got to do with anything?"

"You're an artist Gonzo. Gonzo the Great. That's your name. A stupid name, but your name. And that's what you are; Great. Not- Not a rat. Not that there's anything wrong with being a rat, but I think… I think you're better as just Gonzo the Great."

"Oh. Well… I don't mind."

"Yeah, see, I knew you wouldn't like it either- huh?"

"I don't mind really. We're played brothers before. Besides, we share the same room."

"Yeah, well, hey, you aren't getting sappy on me are you?"

"No."

"Aww, you big lug, you're crying."

"You are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

I am not crying Gonzo. See, the narration is telling you I'm not.

I know that trick too Rizzo.

The two Muppets stared at each other for a long moment, the steady drip of a leaky pipe echoing above them. The dank lighting hid expressions, as only the few shafts of sunlight that lit through the massive jumble of pipes weakly struggled to live. "Hey, the description came back!" Rizzo and Gonzo grinned at each other.

"Hey Rizzo- what do you say to finding a tree to narrate from?"

"No, no trees. Instead- let's find a nice comfy restaurant."

"Oh Rizzo! Come on! The audience is waiting for us!"

"Alright already! Alright already! First things first though- we gotta get our hands on that old script!"

Scooter and J.P. Grosse stood toe to toe, eyes locked. The heavy, angry breaths of air were the only sound in the entire room. "Do you mean to throw your entire future away Nephew? Just for one theater?"

"I am not throwing it away. I'm salvaging it."

"No. You're not! And you could grow into something much larger if you join me. I don't see why you're having troubles with this idea now. You didn't before."

Scooters breath froze in his throat. Low blow uncle. Low blow. I know I didn't, but I got a family now. A real Family. A better family. "I didn't. But I will now. I'll stand up for Kermit and the rest. So I'm going to take that script and-"

The ringtone of Mr Bassman filled the air. Scooter froze in the moment of his big speech, crossly muttering, "What now?"

"Hey, Scooter, where's the script? Me and Rizzo need it."

"Oh, it's at my Uncle's place. I was just about to whack him across the head with it. Why do you ask?"

"Don't move- we're coming to fetch the script now."

"Wha-"

A distant, terrified scream caught both of their attention. Slowly, they turned to the windows. A terrified rat, clinging to a blue whatever were swinging towards the window at high speeds. Gonzo was cheering, hand waving in the air, as his terrified companion started praying to whatever watched over little rats. Scooter flinched as the two hit the window. Faces plastered against the window for a moment, before slowly sliding down with an awful screech. J.P. shook his head.

"It's a good thing I installed those new windows, hmmm? Anyways, as I was saying-"

"Hold on a moment!" Gonzo burst in through the door, a panting, wheezing Rizzo a step behind him. Scooter looked positively amazed.

"How did you do that?"

I'm really good at running fast." One eyelid rose at Scooter.

Rizzo cast a discreet glance around. "All right, this place is loaded! I just gotta get my paws on some of that stuff-"

Gonzo rapped him on the top of the head. "Concentrate Rizzo! We're here for one purpose and one purpose only. To lay our hands on the script!" Gonzo rushed for the script, snatched it off the table with only J.P.'s flabbergasted look attempting to stop him. Rizzo looked heavenward for patience as he speed dialed the Carry Out crew. At the front door, a team of highly trained rats began to dismantle the door, carrying it away.

Rizzo grinned to himself as he pocketed the cellphone- and 120 percent of the profit. Pepe would get the other 60 percent for helping to arrange the group. "Got it Rizzo! Now, on to the narration place of choice!"

"So back to the boarding house?"

"Yep. Now then, we shall pass through the deep dark woods filled with monsters, cross a rickety bridge-"

"And I just got myself a bus ticket on the bus!"

"What, aww, c'mon Rizzo, that's no fun!"

"Fun, schmun. I'm telling you, we're going on the bus."

"Pleeeeeaaaassse?"

"…Fine. But just this once okay? I don't need every moment of my life in a major obstacle course."

"You're the best Rizzo! Let's go!" The two scurried out of the room as another group of rats with moving equipment and tiny hardhats marched in.

"Start taking this place apart!" Scooter decided that it would be better to escape out the window before his uncle had a heart attack- it wasn't like he was going to leave fingerprints behind. Even if he did, then Bobo (in yet another one of his working gigs) would probably end up wiping away his prints away anyways.

J.P. Grosse found himself alone in his mansion, surrounded by a team of rats in hardhats, bent on carting off every movable (and some unmovable) objects. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly- before screaming unintelligibly at the ceiling.

Scooter, flailing in the bushes surrounding the forest, pretended he heard nothing. It wasn't like his Uncle would offer to do anything.

Far above him, balancing carefully in a tree, Skeeter lowered her binoculars. What was that about? The bug she had placed on her brother had frizzed out by the time he had entered into the mansion- probably her uncles paranoid behavior rearing its ugly head. She climbed down out of the tree, regarding her two tickets wistfully- did she dare go see why her brother had come here? "Skeeter?"

"S-Scooter?"

"Skeeter, it is you! What are you doing here?"

"I-I brought bus tickets."

Scooter slowly took the bus ticket- before peeking across it at her. "You know… it's a nice night out and we can walk. You know… catch up on each others lives."

Skeeter grinned in response, ripping apart the tickets. "That sounds wonderful brother."

The siblings strode beneath the moonlight, quietly talking; smiling as the quiet hoots of the owl was the only witness to their conversation.

a/n: This...I appologize for this. The formatting seems determined to kick my rear as does crappy internet. So, once again, I appologize. *Edit* I went back and fixed all of the problems. Hopefully it should be a much cleaner read this time around.