So, you've heard of crazy frog?

Tasty Frog

 "Another fucking dinner ruined." Father said, "You can't do anything right anymore can you?"

"Well excuse me for not-" Mother's reply is cut short by the sounds of little bells, and steam whistle as a dim flash of light appears in the centre of the plain wooden dinner table. Amidst spilled wine and a few burnt hamburgers, a new Burger, perfectly crafted with fine ingredients and a thicc patty with a delicious scent of perfectly grilled meat seems to fade in with the dim flash.

The strange burger begins to slowly move on the table, rising to what appear to be legs. A door at the back of the kitchen a door is thrown open. "Father! The frog is delicious, run for your life!" the door stays open

"Son. what do you mean? do you know this glowing burger?"

"Oh no. it's here already! Mother, Father, Run from the TASTY FROG!"

"Ribbit."

The burger hops.

The burger hops across the table towards the Father now clearly appearing to be a frog, brown in colour as though cooked. "NOOOO Father! do not consume the frog!"

"Be quiet Son! I will eat this frog, he is in my mind."

"I too will eat this frog, my husband, join us Son come and eat this frog."

"Ribbit" The frog halts in the air inches from Father's open mouth, the frog staring down his throat.

"Ribbit." Slowly but very visibly the Frog begins to split itself in two, as the new frog emerges facing towards Mother it begins to also hover. In successfully separating the second frog swiftly moves to hover before the Mother's now gaping maw.

"Ribbit" Calmly at first, though rapidly building to a violent fervour the Mother and Father begin to devour the tasty frogs. Tearing into the flesh they consume, descending into a dizzying sort of madness beset upon them by how tasty the frogs truly are.

"Let them go Tasty Frog! Release them from your flavourful haze!"

"Ribbit." *SLAM* Turning around the Son sees the door closed, the room behind him filled with tasty frogs "Ribbit." Rising swiftly into the air the frogs launch themselves at the Son

"NOOOOOOOOOO please no! don't give me the munch!" Futile, his words, his efforts, they are Futile. His mouth now opening too wide on its own, mind seeming to blur the Son is met with darkness. For a long time, it feels dark.

Opening their eyes with a bright flash the family is seated around the table, a fond memory of a friendly lil' frog dancing in their minds. In the window behind them, the Son spots the Tasty Frog as it leaps from the windowsill, turning to him with a last "Ribbit." Before vanishing unseen again.

"Huh, I guess the Tasty Frog isn't such a bad lad after all." said the Son

"yeah and I sure hope we can resolve these domestic issues we clearly have at some point." said the Mother

"HA HA HA" Laughed the father turning away from his wife.