Part XVI: Operation "Bring Home the Bacon," Part Two

Only a few small candles shed light in the large living room. Miss Piggy preferred it that way. Although she'd loved how large the house was when she bought it, she soon came to hate how alone it made her feel. But in the dark, it didn't seem quite so large or quite so lonely.

Piggy was seated on the couch, and Foo Foo laid beside her, snoring softly. Piggy smiled at the little white poodle. It was good to know that she wasn't entirely alone.

In Piggy's lap was an old photo album, edges worn down with age. She looked at the pictures in the front of the album. These were the oldest pictures. She had been so young and beautiful then, so full of hope and longing. There was a picture of her winning that fateful beauty contest, the contest which had led to her meeting a certain frog. And a bear and a chicken and a whatever. She smiled at the memory of that first meeting, even as the tears trickled down her cheek. She couldn't believe that she had come to love them so much. But she did. Even that buzzard-beaked weirdo.

She closed the album and sighed. It had been so very long ago. She got up, to put the album back on the bookshelf, when—

Ka-boom!

"What the—?"

Foo Foo woke up and whimpered a little. Piggy petted the little dog and cooed, "There, there, precious. It's okay. Mommy's right here." She took the dog into her arms then went over to the nearest window. It was dark outside, but she could still see dozens of shadowy figures creep across her lawn. "I see we have visitors, Foo Foo. Shall we go welcome them?"

She walked over to the hall closet and, after pulling out a baseball bat, took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves. In. Out. Okay. She was ready now to face whatever intruders dared breach her fortress. She approached the foyer and threw open the front door. "Show yourself, jerkos!" she yelled out into the night.

The shadowy figures froze in fear. They were busted, and they knew it.

When nobody responded after several moments, Piggy grew irritated. "You have ten seconds to tell me who you are and why you're here. Or else."

One of the figures stepped into the stream of light which poured out from the house. Piggy gasped. "Fozzie? F-Fozzie, is that you?"

"Yes, Miss Piggy." The bear looked over his shoulder. "Come on, guys. It's okay."

She couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. And yet it was. One by one, her old friends and coworkers emerged from the shadows.

Fozzie stepped forward. "Miss Piggy," he started, nervously. "We're really sorry to just barge in like this, and we hope you're not mad—we really, really hope you're not mad—but you see, well, it's like this—" But Fozzie was cut off by Piggy throwing herself forward and embracing him in a hug.

"Oh, Fozzie," said Piggy with a choked voice, "please come in." She looked past Fozzie, at everyone else. "Please, everyone, come in."