Kermit

Hey, that looks like New York City. Fozzie? How's New York?

Fozzie

[ on a monitor: ]  Oh, Kermit! Hi! Oh, it's great! Oh, yeah, I've come to the Big Apple, to showcase my comic a-peel! Get it? Apple? A peel? Ahhhh! 

Kermit

Same old Fozzie, same old jokes.

Fozzie

No, no, no, Kermit, you're wrong. I have chosen a new career, with real artistic integrity. 

Kermit

Oh? And what career might that be?

Fozzie

I am going to be -- a TV weatherman! 

Kermit

A TV weatherman? Fozzie, are you sure?

Fozzie

Of course, Kermit! It is time to move on. It's time to leave behind the funny nose and glasses.  [ He tosses them. ]  Time to say goodbye to the childish whoopee cushion.  [ Splat. ]  And, of course, the tired old banana peel.  [ He drops it. ]  Kermit, I am now on my way to NBC headquarters to meet -- Willard Scott. Yes! Wish me luck!

[ Fozzie turns to go -- and slips on the banana peel he dropped. He falls to the ground with a crash. ]

Fozzie

Ya-aa-aa!  [ He gets up. ]  It was... the banana peel... Forget it.

[ Fozzie exits. ]

Kermit

Well, I guess if he can slip up there, he can slip up anywhere. Digit -- cue the soap opera! 

[ Soap-opera organ music. ]

Husband

Darling?

Wife

Yes, sweetiebuns?

Husband

I just spoke with Mrs Goldfarb.

Wife

Oh... about my operation? 

Husband

Yes...

[ The doorbell rings -- and suddenly, the door blows off its hinges, and monsters bust in. ] 

Purple M

Hello! 

Pink M

Hi! 

Purple M

May we come in?

Husband

Oh! It's monsters! 

Purple M

Actually, we don't like being called monsters. We prefer the term "cosmetically challenged." Ha ha ha.

Pink M

Have you GIVEN yet? 

Husband

What? 

Pink M

TWENTY BUCKS!

B-Day M

Thirty bucks and we'll give you your kid back. 

[ The Husband and Wife burst into tears. The monsters laugh. ] 

Husband

Wait! We don't have any kids. 

Monsters

Huh? 

[ The Beautiful-Day Monster has a baby in his arms. The baby instantly starts bawling and screaming. ]

Purple M

FIFTY bucks -- or we leave him HERE!