The interior of the "Sexy Seven: Fine Jewelry and Watches" store was crisp and white, with a lightly varnished wood display case backed by mirrors on a side wall. An athletic Caucasian human man stood behind the glass counter, picking at his moussed black hair. He had glasses and a goatee. Kermit smiled as he entered the store. The man smiled as the small frog started browsing, but didn't say anything.

Kermit lightly tapped the glass and looked up at the clerk. "Pardon me," he asked, "what does 'chocolate diamonds' mean? They aren't really edible, are they?"

The clerk shrugged. "You can't ingest them," he replied. "It refers to the color. Are they for you or for someone else? LeVian has a very nice selection."

Kermit stared at the clerk. "It's, uh, for someone else?"

"Male or female?"

Kermit suddenly became extremely uncomfortable. He sighed, giving up and shrugging. "Have you heard of Miss Piggy?" He shook his head. "She has rather ... definite tastes."

The clerk retained a rather thoughtful look. "I haven't had the pleasure of selling her anything here," he noted. "Perhaps we can fix that. Did you have a range in mind?"

Kermit frowned. "You mean pricing range?"

The clerk smiled. "I don't like to insult my customers. Just think of it like this: each piece of jewelry should match the giver."

"Hey! I've been looking all over for you!" a tall pig with a glass of champagne in his hand announced as he stumbled into the store, staring at Kermit. "I just had a little – okay, a lot – and then you just disappeared on me?"

The clerk chuckled. "Does Samson know, Bobby?"

"Pshaw," Bobby replied happily, "he'll be back in a few. Arturrrrrro and … and … uh, Sssssamson, was it? Anyway, never mind: our man servant's picking them up at the airport." He placed his glass on the counter. "The way he drrrives, they'll all be back tonight." He glanced back at Kermit. "So … what've you decided on for Little Miss?"

Kermit's face scrunched up. He started to tremble. He finally lost all control. "What is WRONG with you people? Is it too much to ask to have a single solitary moment that hasn't been plastered all over the internet? How would you like it if I just automatically knew every last thing you've done today? Do you people hate your lives so much you have to just spy, S-P-Y, SPY on others?"

Bobby's jaw dropped. "Listen, greenstuff," he answered at last, "I'm not the celebrity butt-kissing type, okay? Unless I'm on a date, of course, heheh. Piggy's my … my … well, I know her, right? She talks about you absolutely obsessively! She just went psycho all over the airwaves with her own spin on your little outburst, and I completely agree! Only telemarketers should know what we do for a living."

Kermit breathed in and out loudly. After a few moments, he started to calm down. "Then why are you trying to buy her ring?"

Bobby smiled wistfully. He shrugged slightly, his voice quiet. "Everybody deserves happiness, Kermit."

Arturo sang to himself as he drove the limo towards Bobby and Samson's house. Lena, Foster, and Samson sat in the back, watching television.

The phone rang. Lena looked at Samson, shrugged, and answered. "Yes? May I ask who is speaking, please? Well, we typically like knowing ze names of ze callers." She looked at her watch. "Really? We can be zere in a few hours, I guess. Fine, whatever. We'll meet you zere. Tell Bobby 'ello for us."

Click.

"Who was that, hon?" Samson asked Lena.

Lena shrugged. "Some woman said Bobby'll be waiting for us on ze coast somewhere." She banged on on the glass separating them from Arturo, yelling out the name and coordinates of a location. She turned back to Samson, a wily grin on her face. "It sounds tres romantic, Sammy," she told him in a sultry voice.

Rachel got off the plane and headed straight for the bar in the airport. Why she had picked the plane whose pilot couldn't fly in a straight line was beyond her.

Airport security gently took her arms.

"Hey, back off!" Rachel barked.

"Ma'am, you're wanted in our office," the security agent replied calmly. "Please come with us."

Rachel half-struggled the entire way, grunting her disapproval when they pushed her into the office.

"I honestly began to wonder if I did the right thing," an amused female voice noted.

Rachel turned. At the desk sat Moulin, resting her chin on her hands. She was smiling, dressed in a sequined blue blouse under a dark blue open jacket. Her hair shimmered under the lights in the office.

"What's going on?"

Moulin kept smiling. "I wondered if you were the jealous type. Someone flirted with me at the airport in New York. It gave me the inspiration I needed to say I was leaving you."

Rachel frowned. "This was some sort of … prank?"

Moulin laughed. "I was amused."

"I'm not!"

Moulin's expression fell. Her tone grew serious. "Fate knocked on your door, Rach. I get so tired of seeing people hear that knocking and then go back to bed." She stood and extended her hand. "Take my hand, Rachel Kinderman. This is one dream from which you never have to wake up."

Piggy held her cell phone in her hand, staring at the text message, consisting of coordinates and the promise of a night she would never forget. She rode in the back of a taxi. She had looked up the coordinates on the internet and realized the place Kermie was sending her was a small coastline place, with cliffs facing the breaking waves of the Pacific Ocean.

A night together, underneath the stars … Piggy's heart leapt at the thought that he was planning some romantic interlude. Usually, she was the one who had to drag him on a date.

This seemed so unlike him.

Piggy sighed, mumbling to herself in song:

Why do I keep wandering in my dreams today?
Why do I keep seeming like so many me's?
How can I be turned around so many ways?
When will I know who I want to be?

Piggy kicked the back of the driver's seat. "Hurry up!" she growled.