The gang rode on a little further, leaving El Sleazo behind. "You know Fozzie," Kermit began, "You really do have a lot of talent."
"Thank you!" the bear replied.
"So...how about we put together an act?"
"I could act with you," Jeanette piped up from the back. "I love animals. I'd be happy to work with a bear. Since we both can sing and dance, it would be perfect."
"No thanks. I only work as a single," Fozzie dismissed them.
"Alright," Jeanette slumped back in her seat, disappointed.
Looking at Jeanette's dour face was enough to sway Fozzie. "Alright. You talked me into it. I'll decide how we work together in Hollywood."
"Yay!" Their redheaded companion called out. The dream was starting to come true at last.
Just then, an ominous looking car sat in the roadway. It shone a light right on them.
"Um, guys," Lucy quivered. "This doesn't look good. I think we should talk it out."
"At least pull over." Kylie suggested. "Maybe they'll listen if we can talk to them.
Fozzie pulled over and rolled down Kermit's window. Lucy, trying to remember what happened at this part in the movie, rolled down her window to listen in also.
Lucy seemed to recognize him as one of the road workers from the frog legs place she saw Kermit riding the bike near. Gulping a little, she told her frog friend to be cautious. "Um, Kermit. I don't think this guy is going to be nice to us."
"You sure?" Kermit stammered.
"Howdy, Mr. Frog," the man introduced himself before Kermit could think twice.
"Excuse me, sir." Lucy tried to butt in and tell a lie. "I'm his...agent. We're not seeing anyone right now."
"Oh, but miss agent," the man kept trying to warm her up. "I'm a businessman with a proposition. And I'm sure you will love what I am planning for your client."
"Not in a million years," Lucy snarled.
The man didn't listen. He motioned both of them over to a small television and pointed to the center. "Now, just look in there and see what I mean."
He turned it on to show a hideous frog costume staring back at them. Kermit gasped as Lucy cupped her hand over her mouth.
The mouth of the frog suit opened to show the man inside. "Hi everyone! I'm Doc Hopper! I'm inviting you to get some of Doc Hopper's French-Fried Frog Legs." The camera zoomed out to show him flanked by dancing girls in front of one of his restaurants. "Right here...at the sign of the bright green legs."
"Good grief!" Lucy groaned.
Then, the jingle for the restaurant played:
Frog legs, frog legs
Frog legs so fine
Hopper's is the place
you should dine
There's cheese legs
bacon legs, chili legs too
French-fried frog legs, barbecued
If you want just a snack
Don't worry.
Then here is the one
A frog-leg burger
on a bright green bun
Kermit held back his rage as Lucy patted him on the back. "Now, now, Kermit," she tried to calm him. "Just let it out politely."
But Kermit was beyond polite. "That is terrible! That is the most revolting thing I have ever seen!"
Doc Hopper gave a sarcastic response. "I know. I know. I am a great businessman and a sweet fella...but I lack the skills of a performer."
"You also make a lousy frog," Kermit snapped back.
Doc Hopper leaned in closer. "You on the other hand make a wonderful frog."
"What?"
"I'll give Doc Hopper that," Lucy replied. "You are pretty likeable."
"And you, my likeable little friend," Doc Hopper continued. "Are going to do all my commercials."
Kermit gagged. He would not stand for the treatment of his species this way.
"No, listen." Doc Hopper sweetened the pot. "How about I give you $500. Up front."
"No," Lucy took Kermit's side. "You can't have Kermit talk about eating his people. As his agent, I can't do that."
Together, they raced back to the Studebaker. "Hit it, Fozzie!" The bear raced off fast, but they knew things were not over.
"What happened?" Jeanette asked, confused by this.
"They want Kermit to sell frog legs. I had to to help him turn them down."
"Frog legs? Ew!" Kylie grimaced alongside them.
"Yeah, so we're in big trouble." Lucy looked back. "So go faster." Fozzie already went as fast as he could.
Lucy heard Doc Hopper ordering a chase, but there was no time to look back. They had to move on.