what, you egg

piggy and kermit would sit on the table and begin eating and when kermit opens his burger he sighs when he sees they gave him pickles after specifically asking to not give him (i think kermit would be perfectly ok with eating pickles but let’s pretend otherwise for this specific scenario) but tries to pretend nothing’s wrong

but piggy notices and she’s like “whats wrong kermie” and he’s like “what? nothing’s wrong what do you mean” and she’s like “kermieee I can tell when there’s something wrong just tell me what’s wrong”

and kermit’s like “miss piggy you dont have to intrude in my burger” and piggy gets mad “im not INTRUDING i just want to help”

“ok miss piggy thank you i appreciate it but it’s fine”

“it’s NOT fine you can just tell me that it’s not fine”

“I WOULD if it wasn’t fine but since it’s fine then there’s nothing I need to tell you”

“show me the burger kermit”

“miss piggy please”

“show me the BURGER, kermit”

It was a good stare. Men with eyebrows like that tended to have good stares. He stared at the scene before him like an artist studying the work of a master, pouring over every detail, canyons of cogitation forming in the furrows of his magnificent eyebrows.

He said: “I think I’ve got it, now.”

The time traveller blinked. “Yeah?”

“This device-” Dickens gestured vaguely. “It might be an elaborate zoetrope. The players are not actually performing, but we see a succession of images that are played so quickly, the eye is fooled into believing that they may be so.”

“That’s. Definitely a way of looking at it.”

“And in this instance, the zoetrope is depicting something like a Punch and Judy show,” said Dickens. “Only by some cleverness, the professor operating the puppets has managed to make himself invisible.”

“Could be.”

Dickens sat back. “Then really, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Although I do have one question.”

“Yes?”

“Why is Bob Cratchit a frog?”

The time traveller considered this. “Well,” he started. He stopped. “I guess - why not a frog?”