In the basement...
Kermit sighed as the basement was slightly dimed. The pills were in his hands as his vodka was in his other hand.
Taking a deep breath, he popped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them with vodka.
Fozzie ran downstairs and found Kermit constantly taking pills.
"Kermit!!!"
"Get away from me!"
"No!" Fozzie said as he grabbed Kermit and put him in his car.
"Get me off!"
"You're going to a mental hospital. You seriously need help."
They arrived to the mental hospital as Fozzie grabbed the frog who was squirming everywhere.
"I'm not going!" Kermit said trying to let go.
The doctors grabbed Kermit and sent him to the "operation room"
