The Park, Friday afternoon

[meepmeepmeep]

The mistletoe didn't quite know what to do with Beaker, but that was all right because Beaker had plenty of ideas for semi-sentient mistletoe.

So far he'd kissed--and made notes because science--squirrels, raccoons, one of the Caritas zombies (bad idea), a gremlin (worse idea) and a teal deer (they were meeting up for coffee next week).

And now he was kind of stalking Sam Eagle. For more science! But mostly for the hilarity. They'd hear the yelling all the way back at the Muppet Theater.

[OOC: Expecting one but open if you would like to kiss a felt Muppet for science.]

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[but_mostly_america]

Sam was, of course, oblivious to Beaker's stalking. The very idea was preposterous and so Sam's mind would simply not entertain it.

Even if he did think he kept hearing faint meeps.

He was taking his daily constitutional through the park unaware of the proximity of either Beaker or any unwanted greenery.

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Sneaky, sneaky meeps. Plus a disguise!

(Glasses and a fake nose as required by the Law of Funny.)

He was getting closer, though, even if Sam hadn't noticed yet.

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Of course there was a disguise involved. The universe would accept nothing less.

"Are you birds meeping?" Sam demanded of the local wildlife. "You must desist at once!"

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"Meep!" Beaker added. Because Beaker was kind of a troll.

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Sam spun around, pointing an accusing finger wingtip in Beaker's direction.

"You! What is the meaning of this?"

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"Meep meep meep mee," Beaker said, attempting to sound sultry while, well, being Beaker.

[but_mostly_america]

"I beg your pardon!"

Sam did not know about the mistletoe. Oh dear. He was completely unaware.

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"Meep meep meep," Beaker explained, pointing up. What a delightful surprise for you, Sam!

[but_mostly_america]

Sam was, naturally, compelled to look up just in time to see an absurd amount of mistletoe drop from a tree and loop itself around him.

"How dare you," he said, glaring at the tree as he tried to flap his way out of the greenery.

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"Meep meep," Beaker said smugly.

[but_mostly_america]

"Is this your doing?" Sam demanded, still flapping ineffectively. It was almost as if the greenery had a will of its own and did not wish to let Sam go.

He didn't even notice that he was hopping towards Beaker as he flapped.

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"Meep meep meep mee," Beaker hedged.

He was pretty sure it wasn't his fault?

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"I am not certain I believe you," Sam told him, eyebrows growing somehow angrier to accompany his increasingly agitated flapping.

"WHy isn't there any of this plant life on you?"

Sam, no, don't put that thought out there!

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Well, now there was, pulling Beaker closer. "Meep meep meep."

[but_mostly_america]

The mistletoe, because there were Muppets involved, looked very Muppet-y itself. It even had eyes.

"Beaker, explain yourself! Vines, explain yourselves!"

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"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, making kissy faces.

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"Surely you cannot be serious!"

Had one of the vines just quietly muttered "I am serious and don't call me Shirley"?

"That is out of the question!"

Or was it? Sam was no longer able to flap as the vines were holding him much tighter now.

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"Meep meep meep," Beaker said, trying to write down that reply for, you know, science. It was harder now with the mistletoe.

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"Did Bunsen create this in his laboratory and send it here for you?" Sam asked suspiciously.

He was quite thoroughly entangled now and could do no more than take tiny ineffective hops.

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"Meep meep meep meep meep meep."

Beaker could neither confirm nor deny, Sam!

But he could kiss you, which is what he was attempting right now.

[but_mostly_america]

Sam was far too shocked and appalled to do anything but squawk in dismay at this affront to his self and more importantly to his dignity.

"How dare you!" he sputtered even as the greenery fell away in the aftermath of this smoochy assault.

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"Meep meep meep," Beaker shrugged as the Muppet-y greenery moved on, loudly rating their kiss as "maybe a 3."