Disclaimer: I do not own the Muppets nor do I own Sesame street.
Kermit the Frog was getting ready to go to a ball, when suddenly he got a call. Ring, ring, he picked it up and asked," Hello".
"Hello, I can see you", said a mysterious voice on the other line.
" Um, what do you want?"
"Easy, I wanna play a game…"
The call ended abruptly, and Kermit thought for a second. After a minute or so, he sighed and went to put on his hat. He looked up at the clock and saw that he was late, he ran out of the house. As he steps out of the house he feels a strong eminence of something evil. He turns but it is too late.
That morning, authorities found his head bashed in by the trunk of his own car. How do I know this? I was the detective assigned to follow this case. My name is Henry Curtis, and this the story of the green phantom!
It all started about three weeks ago, my partner Slimer was shot in the mouth and put into a food coma, don't ask me, I have no idea. After that the bodies began to pile up. The Grinch, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Oscar the Grouch, a booger! But most recently, Kermit the Frog.
Anyways, one day while I was visiting Slimer in the hospital, I met Fozzie and Ernie. The Chief, , told me that I would meet them at the hospital. Ernie was a Behavioral analysis agent from Sesame Street, and Fozzie was a photographic investigator from some place way out of town.
They came up to me, Ernie approached me first, " Hello, I'm Agent Ernie and this is Detective Fozzie Bear. It's an honor to work with such an astounding officer, sir."
" Please, spare me the pleasantries. Do you mean that you've never worked with an actual human before?" I asked them.
"Wacka, wacka you got that right. I used to work with the " Department of Henson Services", replied Fozzie.
"Well, let me buy you guys a cup of coffee so that we can get to know each other a little better."
While we were at the coffee shop I learned a lot about those two. Fozzie and Kermit had apparently gone way back. Luckily, since he was a photographic investigator, it would be hard for him to have a bias.
Ernie used to be in the business with his brother, Burt. But, when his brother went rogue, he was reassigned here. The last action that he'd experienced was jury duty in the Big Bird v. Alberlado Montoya.
I didn't want to tell them much, so I simply explained how my partner got shot and is now in a food coma.
"Well Andrew, we're at the point in our investigation where we need to come up with possible suspects. Now we know that all physical characteristics of the victims are irrelevant except for one, color." Explained Ernie.
" All of the victims were green, so do you think our unsub could be racist?" I asked.
"Wacka, wacka. The Green phantom! I also noticed that all of the victims were shot or stabbed. He wanted him last murder to look like he bludgeoned his victim to death. But while I was analyzing the photos The Chief gave me, I noticed that his neck was cut with a clean slice. I had the hospital send me an autopsy report, and my inferences are confirmed correct." Said fozzie.
" Good point, our unsub would also need to be close to his victims. He wouldn't be able to know where they would be if he wasn't. Ms. Piggy, claims that she was waiting for Kermit at the ball that evening." Added Ernie.
We got up and started to walk back to the police station, " Alright, Fozzie put together a press conference we need to get the word out now, the longer we wait, the more bodies will start piling up", I said.
" Yes sir, right away sir!" Fozzie said as he started off towards the conference room.
" Ernie come with me, we need to go to my apartment and get some supplies for a stakeout. I think I might know where the next murder will be!"