The Puppeteer: *grins, smiles, does a litle tap-dance on the spot, advances on the brain in a jar* Ah, ha. Ha, ah. A brain in a jar. Brains, not branes, at no expence to man. I feel a connection, but, far off, like abreeze, I get a feeling that shiver though my kneecaps.
*At this point, animal attacks, but simply passes through The Puppeteer*
The Puppeteer: Excus me, I get that ghostly feeling from time to time, and have to sneeze. *ar-choo!* Forgive me. Where was I? Oh yes. I recall. *paces around the Muppets* You, creautres, are stranger than Man, yet, Scooter looks familiarly like the man-hu race, humans slip-slide into Africa kill moi, excellent. Is he related?
Well, I think my mother was a parrot. it was during the war.
The Puppeteer: Say no more. I understand. Now, here's the deal. Put that brain away, I just wanted to see what you'd give us for a sisterness friend. Now your sister...yours, Scooter, not the rest of you...should have been here now, but, rest-her-trunk-and-toes, she got too close. She discovered of mine exsitnce, and I was forced to take measures quite drastic, that snapped back at me like elastic...well, it ryhmed. Forgive me, I'm going insane here. What was I saying?
Ah ha! I recall. The Kookazsa would take the fall, for the kidnapping of a news-lady from a land outside the our land. Then taken she convinced them revolting to take action against the rulerking kind of my own. So taken all into captivity, execution action, myabe to take. Unless, you have a convince argument against...
You see, the only people left alive who know about me are you, you are me...er...yes. And therefore only usteds can I talk'e to'e voi moi. Am I forgetting something? Ah for a second-ticking of the clock heads, I forgot, there is another. But for now, let's deal with present, pre-set judgement is not allowed, what action for revolting take should I on yonder Kookazsa crowd?