The Great Muppet Caper
Had Kermit the Frog known just how dangerous this mission would be from the beginning, he might have told The Puppet Master to eff off. Then again, he never felt more alive than when he was in the thick of a mission and the shit was about to hit the fan. Kermit inched his way forward through the duct work and came to another vent. Peering down into the room, he saw Rowlf tied to a chair in the middle of the small space. Blood soaked the shaggy fur in his neck and chest, and it flowed freely from his nose. The dog was looking at a man turned to a small table, on which rested a small torch, pliers, a hammer, a bolt cutter, and several other small metallic objects.
The frog saw green skin as the man dropped a bloody pair of brass knuckles on the table. The man’s hand swayed over the other implements, undecided as to what to choose, and settled on the torch. As he turned and smiled, Kermit saw a glint of gold in the man’s mouth.
“Wha-What’s that,” Rowlf asked.
Dr. Teeth didn’t say anything. Instead, he sparked the torch to life. Rowlf looked around nervously as Dr. Teeth approached.
“Now listen, man,” Dr. Teeth said in his ruff, deep voice. “I don’t want to be a total drag or anything, but I need that intel.”
He waved the torch casually over Rowlf’s arm and Kermit could smell the foul odor of burnt fur a moment later. Rowlf gritted his teeth, but did not cry out.
Kermit flipped open his wrist communicator and tapped off a quick message to Miss Piggy at central command. ::Found the pooch and the good doctor. They aren’t playing nice.::
“Where are your operatives hiding,” asked Dr. Teeth.
“Go to Hell,” spat Rowlf.
Kermit closed the communicator and looked down to see the torch being applied to the dog’s stomach. Rowlf cried out, but clamped his mouth shut quickly. The stench got much worse, and underneath, the frog could smell burning flesh. The doctor pulled the torch away, and his eyes lit up as an idea blossomed in his head.
“You’re a piano player, right?” Dr. Teeth said this as he extinguished the torch and walked back to the table. “It would be a shame is something were to happen to your fingers.”
When he turned back, he was the carrying the bolt cutter. He took a handle in each hand and snapped it menacingly a few times.
“Hey, be cool,” said Rowlf. Dr. Teeth snapped the bolt cutter again, just above the first finger on Rowlf’s left hand. “Look, uh, you don’t want to do anything that might get you in serious trouble later.” The doctor opened the bolt cutter and placed the blades on either side of Rowlf’s finger. “Uh, ok, you know I can’t tell you anything. If I talk, then M.U.P.P.E.T. will just have me killed anyway.”
“That’s not my problem, man. I just want some info.” He began to bring his hands together.
Rowlf yelped and shouted for Dr. Teeth to stop. There was desperation in his voice. The gold tooth glinted again, as Dr. Teeth smiled wide.
“You tell me what I want to know and maybe you can join the Electric Mayhem,” he said.
I don’t believe it, Kermit thought. That son of a bitch is gonna talk. He tapped out another message to Miss Piggy, ::The piano player’s going to sing.::
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