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"Excuse me," said a dark wild haired Muppet, "But your name wouldn't happen to be Scarlet would it?" His accent marked him as British, and he was dressed all in black.

Robin's perplexed look probably resembled his Uncle Kermit's quite a bit. "Er, no."

His seat mate shrugged. "Worth a shot." He showed Robin the box in his lap. It was an old shoebox. "I found this under my seat back east." There were a number of items in the box including a bit of red thread and a bottle of golden glitter. "It's quite fascinating. I think I'll write a story about it."

"Are you a writer?"

"Oh yes. I'm on my way to Los Angeles to try my hand at being a screenwriter. I've had modest success with comics so far."

As it turned out, almost everyone on the bus was on their way to LA hoping to get into show biz somehow. There was a stunt team consisting mostly of penguins, an aspiring Rock Band called either the Celts, or the Modern Minstrals. They couldn't decide.

When they discovered that Robin was also a musician, and moreover, Kermit the Frog's own nephew, they insisted on jamming with him.

Considering their destination, Robin figured he knew the perfect song.

"Movin' right along in search of good times and good news,
With good friends you can't lose,"

"This could become a habit!" a red headed girl who'd earlier introduced herself as Myra joined in.
"Opportunity knocks once let's reach out and grab it"

"Yeah!" the Penguins cheered.

"Together we'll nab it,
We'll hitchhike, bus or yellow cab it!"

"Cab it?" Robin's seat-mate, Neil asked.

"Movin' right along." Robin continued,
"Footloose and fancy-free.
Getting there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Moving right along"

"Doog-a-doon doog-a-doon," even the driver, an actual Greyhound was getting into the spirit.

"We'll learn to share the load.
We don't need a map to keep this show on the road."

"Movin' right along," the band picked up the tune quickly.
"We've found a life on the highway.
And your way is my way,
So trust my navigation."

More and more of the passengers were joining in. Models, aspiring film-makers, photographers etc. "California here we come, the pie-in-the-sky-land.
Palm trees, and warm sand.
Though sadly we just left Rhode Island."

"We did what?!" Neil exclaimed.

"Just forget it." Myra advised. "Movin' right along
Hey LA, where've you gone?
Send someone to fetch us, were in Sasketchewan!"

"Movin' right along
You take it, you know best." The band's lead singer passed his microphone to Robin.

Robin however was momentarily confused, he had the feeling they were going the wrong way. "Hey, I've never seen the sun come up in the West?"

No problem, the Penguins were dancing in the isle, ready to pick up the slack.
"Movin' right along.
We're truly birds of a feather,
We're in this together and we know where we're going.
Movie stars with flashy cars and life with the top down.
We're storming the big town,"

"Yeah, Storm is right should it be snowing?" Neil worried, as the bus drove through a brief blizzard.

"Uh, no I don't think so..." the driver said, unconcerned.

"Movin' right along,
Do I see signs of men?" Neil was now singing as well.

"Yeah, 'welcome' on the same post that says 'come back again.'" observed a Gila Monster wearing a fedora. "Moving right along, nice town!
Footloose and fancy-free,
You're ready for the big time..."

"Is it ready for me?" everyone wondered aloud.

"Movin' right along,
Movin' right along,
Movin' right along,
Movin' right along."

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