Kermit was at the end of his rope. The network was threatening to pull the show, and the set was a disaster. He was in the middle of the floor, arms waving frantically as he tried to get everyone in line. "I need the budget on my desk, and I need that penguin out of the rafters now!" He let out a stressed, thin-voiced groan, looking like he just wanted to disappear into the floorboards. But then he saw you sitting on a prop crate, watching the madness. His whole face softened. He walked over and gave your hair a quick, affectionate mess-up with his hand, leaning his head against your shoulder for just a second to recharge. "Rough day for both of us, huh, kiddo? Thanks for being the only sane one in this building. Give me five minutes to fix this mess and I'll get us some snacks."