Hey it’s Kermit again. Shoo shoo don’t cry boo. As I look into your eyes I realize two things. I hate you. I love you. I am you. This is a mirror. What’s a mirror you say. Humph I know right get outta here. They say to be green is to deal with the politics of the soul. If that’s true I’m the f@#*ing president. Jason Seagull enters. “Mr. President their waiting.” His voice lingers in my frog ears as I search my thinker for a solution.  “Sea Man what would you do?” “Spidey use your senses. You were always the best at these things.” God how did I get in this mess?  Flashback!

I find myself falling back in time, back in space, back in frog people time too, which according to the U.S frog census operates slightly different than cat and squirrel time. This always skrews me when I’m trying to flashback cause I have to wait like two hours in a waiting room with Leonardo DiCaprio till they can convert the different times. We chatted about his new films and what not. He is a pretty cool guy. Then the lady at the desk called me up and they had my time period ready. When I was back in 2010 I found myself behind that cherry counter that I spent so many nights working behind as a youth. I remember this night specifically though.

This was the night the Bert and Ernie really got into it. They came in around eight. Bert was crying and Ernie was trying to talk some since into him. I could tell they were trying to keep their dispute on the down low but everyone in the joint could tell something was up. I took their order for some milk shakes and tried to listen in to what they were whispering about. Something about a bank robbery and a giraffe with some deadly dance moves. NIGHTHAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!