Kermit (talking to off-stage person): That's the sound of the letter P. See the sign right there? See those big P's there. Piper's Pickled Peppers. No that's Piper's Pickled Peppers. What's that Wipe off the microphone?
( he rubs mike on coat and looks into camera) Oh, oh, hi ho there! This is Kermit the Frog and I'm speaking to you from the pickled pepper patch of Piper who's famous for picking a peck of pickled peppers. As a matter of fact here comes Peter Piper now. Excuse me, pardon me sir, but are you indeed Peter Piper?
( dumping bushel, here on known as a peck, of at Kermit's flippers) Porter: Nope. Nope, I'm his Porter Piper. Kermit: Ah, ah, Porter Piper, ah, ah, I see, but you have also a peck of pickled peppers? Porter: Well all we Piper's pick pickled peppers. We're pickers. I see. Uh huh. Porter: Pete the publicity. Oh. Porter: me I gotta go pick a peck. Oh okay, alright. Pardon. Kermit: Yeah, okay, so ah, so that was Porter Piper. But...ah...oh, oh, Piper I presume? ( dumps peck of peppers) pal I'm Potter Piper his other brother. Kermit: Oh I see. Porter Piper and Potter Piper but no Peter Piper. Let's see um...what do you call this place we're standing on Potter: Oh it's where we put the pickled after picking. Yeah it's our pickled pepper pile. Excuse me I gotta go pick a peck. Kermit: A pepper pile? I see. Oh ah ah...pardon me sir or madam I suppose. I guess you're not Peter Piper? ( a peck of peppers ) Oh positively, I'm his sister, Piper Piper. Kermit: Piper Is there an echo here? Kermit: Ah but ah listen after you pick these pickled peppers, what do you do them? Piper: Oh we them. Kermit: I see. So sometimes you're picking pickled peppers and sometimes you're peppers. What do you pack them in Piper? Paper. Kermit: I should have guessed. Ah well, see....ah....oh pardon me sir you, YOU must be Peter Piper? ( dumps a peck of peppers) Nope. I'm his father Poppa Piper. Kermit: Piper? Well you certainly have quite a family here. Poppa: Oh yep, yep, yep. There's Peter Piper and Porter Piper and Potter Piper and Piper. Kermit: And who's right here? ( dog has with pepper in his mouth which he deposits at Kermit's flippers) That's our dog, Pepper Popper. Ah....Pepper Piper, right. Kermit: Pepper Piper, I thought that's what you meant. And this thing here? Poppa: That's our pig, Piper. Yep and we got a parrot. A parrot? Poppa: Yep a parrot, called Piper. Kermit: Polly Piper I should have uh huh. Poppa: She pickled peppers. Kermit: She them oh ho! Very good uh huh, uh huh. Poppa: gotta go pick a peck. Kermit: ( indignant ) Right! is ridiculous!
( more are piled on poor Kermit) Now wait a second, me, are YOU Peter Piper or what? No, no, don't tell me you're his nephew? No I'm his cousin, Parker Piper. Kermit: Now wait a minute! I came here to meet Peter Piper! I've met Porter Piper, Potter Piper, Piper Piper, Piper, Pepper Piper, Porker Piper and Parker Pepper all picking peppers, now WHERE IS PETER PIPER???!!!!! Parker: Oh he's in Portland, pressing pants. ( dumps on Kermit ) Kermit: Oh phooey. Well from the pickled pepper pile at Piper's Pickled Pepper Patch, this is Kermit the Frog returning you to the program in progress. got a letter Q? ( with Kermit covered in peppers with empty peck basket on head)