Fic: The Teen Titans Play The Muppet Show--Backstage Interlude III
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Backstage Interlude III
"Um... Raven?"
Raven glanced down at the tiny green frog. "Your name is Robin, isn't it?" she asked gently. "Kermit is your uncle?"
Robin nodded. "Uh-huh."
He was small, even for a Muppet. Raven gracefully sat down on one of the backstage stools, so as not to tower over him quite so much. Robin clambered up on a nearby crate. "Well, Robin, how can I help you?"
The little frog hesitated.
"Did Kermit give you a message for me?"
"N-not exactly." He looked away. "It's about your act."
Raven nodded gravely. "I did suspect that reciting poetry would be too highbr..." She stopped. "Forgive me. I don't mean to offend. But compared to song and dance, poetry recitation is a bit... dull." She forced herself to smile. "Has my act been cut?"
"No!" Robin exclaimed. "Uncle Kermit wouldn't do that! It's worse."
"Worse?" Raven asked with a faint note of surprise. "How... worse?"
Robin slumped until his chin nearly drooped to his lap. "My teacher is in the audience tonight. She saw your act on the playbill and she," he gulped, "she wants me to do a report on your poem for English class." He peered up at her. "Could you please do one that isn't boring?"
Raven raised an eyebrow. "What would you consider interesting?"
The little frog perked up. "How about a ghost story?"
Something very like a smile played about the young Titan's lips. "I think I can manage that." She thought for a moment. "Fozzie expressed an interest earlier in helping me with the performance. Could you find him?"
At that moment, Sam, the Bald Eagle strutted up. "Ah, Miss Raven, Miss Raven," he nearly cooed. "Might I congratulate you in finally injecting a bit of culture into this sorry collection of low comedy? I have no doubt that after your performance, the theater doors will open wide to ballets, operas..." his voice dropped to a reverent whisper, "book reviews!"
Raven inclined her head politely. "Thank you Sam, but..." out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scooter hurrying past. "Excuse me one moment," she apologized.
"Scooter. For my act, I'll require a skeleton with a removable cranium and a suit of glowing armor that will fit him. Is this possible?"
Scooter didn't even blink. "Oh, sure." Without pausing a beat, he walked over to the basement stairs. "Hey, Yorick! Get ready, you're on in five minutes!"
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Backstage Interlude III
"Um... Raven?"
Raven glanced down at the tiny green frog. "Your name is Robin, isn't it?" she asked gently. "Kermit is your uncle?"
Robin nodded. "Uh-huh."
He was small, even for a Muppet. Raven gracefully sat down on one of the backstage stools, so as not to tower over him quite so much. Robin clambered up on a nearby crate. "Well, Robin, how can I help you?"
The little frog hesitated.
"Did Kermit give you a message for me?"
"N-not exactly." He looked away. "It's about your act."
Raven nodded gravely. "I did suspect that reciting poetry would be too highbr..." She stopped. "Forgive me. I don't mean to offend. But compared to song and dance, poetry recitation is a bit... dull." She forced herself to smile. "Has my act been cut?"
"No!" Robin exclaimed. "Uncle Kermit wouldn't do that! It's worse."
"Worse?" Raven asked with a faint note of surprise. "How... worse?"
Robin slumped until his chin nearly drooped to his lap. "My teacher is in the audience tonight. She saw your act on the playbill and she," he gulped, "she wants me to do a report on your poem for English class." He peered up at her. "Could you please do one that isn't boring?"
Raven raised an eyebrow. "What would you consider interesting?"
The little frog perked up. "How about a ghost story?"
Something very like a smile played about the young Titan's lips. "I think I can manage that." She thought for a moment. "Fozzie expressed an interest earlier in helping me with the performance. Could you find him?"
At that moment, Sam, the Bald Eagle strutted up. "Ah, Miss Raven, Miss Raven," he nearly cooed. "Might I congratulate you in finally injecting a bit of culture into this sorry collection of low comedy? I have no doubt that after your performance, the theater doors will open wide to ballets, operas..." his voice dropped to a reverent whisper, "book reviews!"
Raven inclined her head politely. "Thank you Sam, but..." out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scooter hurrying past. "Excuse me one moment," she apologized.
"Scooter. For my act, I'll require a skeleton with a removable cranium and a suit of glowing armor that will fit him. Is this possible?"
Scooter didn't even blink. "Oh, sure." Without pausing a beat, he walked over to the basement stairs. "Hey, Yorick! Get ready, you're on in five minutes!"
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