I had yet another rather crazy - and I mean crazy! - Muppet dream last night. It involved me, Fozzie and Oscar at a bus station on our way to somewhere. I don't remember where exactly we were going, or everything else that happened since then, but several hours later, we found ourselves in the basement of a house owned by a family of ugly, pink, stringy-haired, pear-shaped, long-necked, human-like creatures. These guys had a funny way of walking, constantly bumping into things and even bonking each other on the head at times. They talked in some sort of nonsense language (sounded like faux British) and looked like a cross between a kooshball, a worn out rubber chicken and Boobah --- don't ask; this was exactly how it was.
It turned out that these weirdos were holding us hostage, because apparently we did something to tick them off --- I don't know what exactly, but it must have involved messing around with their property. One of the "pinkies" (the father, I suspect) took out a baseball bat and we could tell right away that his (as well as the others') eyes spelled murder, so my Muppet friends and I ran like shell, up out of the basement, into the living room and out into the backyard being chased by these raging loonies, all armed with rolling pins, crowbars and paddles.
We were trying to find a way out; we couldn't climb the fence, because it was too high, and the gate leading to the front yard was locked (and we couldn't go back inside either, because some of the creatures were in there as well). Fozzie suggested that we dig our way out, but that would take forever. Oscar then noticed a small tool shed nearby, so we hid in there. Unfortunately, we learned that the tool shed was not a good place to hide, because inside the tool shed was a hornet's nest, so we ran out, only to find ourselves caught and cornered by the pink brigade. But then a lion shows up to save the day. Well, not really a lion, but rather a man dressed up in a lion costume. And in a diaper too. Again, don't ask. And he didn't come to our rescue either (although he did save us from impending doom). Instead, he showed up to attack the pink people, giving them noogies, tackling them to the ground, kicking them all in the hindquarters, hitting them with rubber mallets...at one point, a goose and a deer, and even a turtle showed up and joined in the fight.
I know, I know, it was just too weird, even I couldn't believe it. But fortunately, me, Fozzie and Oscar managed to escape safe and sound.
Man, I gotta stop eating large dinners before bedtime.