Three short raps at the door. Jasmine waited.
It was busy as usual in the Muppet Theatre, Jasmine wasn't sure what everyone was doing but she knew that her brother Axel was studying in his bedroom for some 'oh-so-important' exams at the end of the month and she was under no circumstances to disturb him. And she was pretty sure that the distant singing coming from upstairs was her mother – Miss Piggy.
Jasmine was thirteen years old and the younger child of Kermit and Miss Piggy. She was a frog, as apposed to her brother who was a pig.
The three short raps came at the door again. Jasmine sighed.
"Isn't anyone going to get that?" she called.
No reply.
The Muppet Theatre was pretty noisy. There was shouting, singing, talking. Jasmine doubted anyone could hear her.
She sighed again and opened the door, though she was strictly forbidden to.
Outside stood a cat. He was a black cat with a white muzzle, paws and stomach. He has a guitar in its case strapped across his back and he wore no collar. He wore an anxious expression. Nevertheless, he was the most gorgeous cat Jasmine had ever seen. She couldn't stop staring at him. He was so…
"Umm…excuse me?"
"Huh, what?" Jasmine shook her head. "Sorry, can I help you?"
"Yeah," The cat looked down at a scrap of paper in his hand, then up at the outside of the theatre, then back at Jasmine.
"Is this the Muppet Theatre?" he asked.
"Sure is," Jasmine replied as a boomerang-fish whizzed past her and bashed into the wall next to the door. "As you can see." She picked up the fish and threw it back to its owner. "Here you go, Lew!"
"It's just…I'm looking for someone," the cat said. "…Jinx. Do you know her?"
Jasmine shook her head. "Sorry, no," she said. "Do you want to come in? My dad owns this place so you'd better talk to him."
The cat shrugged. "OK," he said and stepped inside.
"Dad!" Jasmine called.
Kermit came down the stairs. "Yeah? What's-" He stopped when he saw the cat and sighed. "Jasmine have you been letting strangers inside again?"
Jasmine shrugged. "Sorry," she said not sounding sorry at all. "I thought he needed your help, he's looking for someone."
She strolled off.
"Don't disturb your brother!" Kermit called after her.
"I won't!" came the reply.
"So," Kermit said turning back to the cat. "Who was it you were after?"
"I was wondering…do you know Jinx?" the cat asked. "Because I've been told to come here, and your daughter didn't know anything, but she told me to come to you. So I thought worth a shot because it's super important that I find her."
Kermit blinked at this outburst. But then he said: "You don't mean, Jinx the Cat, plays the guitar, believes in bad luck?"
"That's her! You know her?"
"Yeah, she used to work here. That was a long time ago, though. Over ten years. Sorry pal." He put a hand on the cat's shoulder.
The cat sighed. He looked really down-hearted.
"Hey," Kermit said softly. "You said it was super important – she's not your girlfriend is she?"
He thought worriedly of Walter.
The cat shook his head. "Nah, she's…family," he said. "And it's really important that I find her because I need her and she needs me because I'm all she's got left but she doesn't know I'm still here."
Kermit was touched by this story. "Well, we could always call her," he said.
"Call her?"
"Sure, I gave her my old mobile before she left."
Kermit walked over to the telephone by the wall, he searched for Jinx's number and when he found it he dialled it and held the phone out to the cat.
The cat hesitated. "Could you do it for me?" he asked. "I don't want her to know it's me, I want it to be a surprise."
Kermit shrugged. "Fair enough. What should I say?"
The cat chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Say…say that a friend is here…an old friend, who really needs her help."
"OK," Kermit said. "Hey, I'm Kermit, what's your name?"
"Ebony."
DUN DUN DUNNN! What a way to start off a fanfic! I'll see you guys later.