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Kermit was shuffling through papers on his desk looking for the runsheet for tonight's show.
"Scooter" Kermit yelled, "Yes chief?" Scooter said running up to him, "Would you remind the band that my nephew is coming tonight so there's a smoking ban in the theatre tonight" Kermit said.
"You got it," Scooter said, running off.
Scotter knocked on the band's shared room and waited for the come in that followed.
It sounded like it had been Dr. Teeth, Scooter pushed open the door before slipping inside.
All six were in the room, Animal was laying on a hammock swinging himself back and forth, Janice was sitting on the couch strumming her guitar with her legs in Floyd's lap as he scribbled in a notebook.
Lips was sitting in an old leather arm chair reading while Zoot was on a bean bag playing cards with Dr Teeth who was sat on the floor by Janice and Floyd.
"What up, go for man" Floyd asked, Scooter scratched the back of his head nervously, "Kermit wanted me to remind you that tonight's a no smoking night" Scooter said.
"Aw man gotta cancel the BBQ Animal!" Floyd said leaning back to look at the drummer, Animal perked his head up before responding "Awww."
"What were you going to BBQ?" Scotter asked, feeling like he's just walked right into a punch line as the rest of the band started to chuckle.
"Drumsticks" Animal yelled holding his sticks up while laughing like a maniac.
Scooter laughed, turning to leave as Kermit was yelling for him again.