The Many Misadventures Of Doctor The Frog

Prolouge? Prouloge? You Know, I Never Could Spell That

 The Doctor, Last of the Time Lords, is running. He absolutely adores running. He always has loved running, and he knows he'll never stop loving it. There was one thing he didn't love about the running, though: someone was always chasing him.

The alien that was chasing him this time just so happened to be his worst enemy, a Dalek. The Time Lord has absolutely no idea why. The only thing he did was travel forward in time, the 2nd of January, 2020, to be precise, poke about a top secret headquarters, knock over almost everything he came across, make sure that every being he happened to stumble across went through a complete and total mind trip, ate all of their food, and then WHAM! They send a massive pepper pot alien on him to remove him from the premises for violating all trespassing laws. And he, of course, did absolutely nothing wrong.

Right, so, the Oncoming Storm is barreling through the top secret warehouse, away from the Dalek. He has a destination in mind. He hopes he can make it to his beautiful, big, blue box before the alien chasing him kills him.

He runs straight into his TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension(s) In Space, and the pepper pot shaped being chases him straight inside.

Trespassing! That's what the Dalek is doing, trespassing on the Doctor's property. But of course, when has a Dalek ever cared about Time Lords? They're sworn enemies, so of course the Time Lord runs farther into the box with the Dalek chasing him. They run through doors in a way reminiscent of the chase sequences you'd see in Scooby-Doo.

Suddenly the Dalek shouts, "EXTERMINATE!" Like he's a bug killer, a homicidal bug killer. He fires his whisk-esqe gun at the Doctor, when, WHAM! BAM! Gimme a clam!– actually don't, I really, really hate clams.

The next thing the Oncoming Storm realizes is that he's in a hospital bed. Overhead he hears some female voices talking. "But, like, Piggy! We've, like, got to figure out where Kermit went!"

The other, higher-pitched voice sighs. "I know that, Janice. But can't we just enjoy this big hunk-a-meat laying on our table?" C'mon! Everyone was thinking the same thing, right? Right? Thank you, Janice.

The Last of the Time Lords hears a deeper, gruffer voice spout, "Yeah, Hilda! Get us those waivers, we're gonna need 'em in case our patient dies of intolerance."

"Intolerance to what?" A third female voice questions.

"Intolerance to bad puns," the gruff voice bellows back. The four creatures roll about on top of the table that the Time Lord is laying on, jolting him upright.

Y-Yes, Elmo, I realize I'm talking in the third person. N-No, no I'm not making fun of you. Can... CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET HIM HIS GOLDFISH?

Right, where was I? Oh yes. The Doctor jerks upright shouting, "Where the heck am I?", though he doesn't use heck.

He looks around with wild eyes. Surrounding him he finds a brown, shaggy dog, a extremely beautiful pig, the most beautiful being the Doctor had ever seen, and two humunoid looking creatures. The three females are wearing what people would assume nurses would wear. The dog wears a doctor's coat, a stethoscope and some medical piece of equipment perched atop his head.

"You're in the Veternarian's Hospital," the dog responds to the rather disgruntled Time Lord

"Right, yes, good, Veternarian's Hospital. Okay, yes. No, sorry. What's a Veternarian's Hospital?"

"It's located inside of Muppet Theater, of course," the stunningly gorgeous pig remarks.

The Oncoming Storm nods in acknowledgment, "Riiiiight, the Muppet Theater. Always wanted to visit, I love the Muppet Movie. Wait, hang on, You're the Muppets! Ha! That's brilliant! You're Miss Piggy, and you, you're Rowlf the Dog. Janice, Hilda! Rassilon, I'm a huge fan." As the Doctor says the names he points and shakes the hand of each Muppet, grinning from ear to ear, like the mad man we all know him to be. Suddenly he remembers what previously was happening to him, and without missing a beat, spins in his spot, and shouts, "Wait, hang on! If you're here, and I'm on the table, then where's Kermit, and where's my TARDIS?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out, dearie," Hilda tells him, "At least, we're trying to figure out where Kermit is... I'm not exactly sure what a tardy is."

"TARD– Oh nevermind." In the span of seconds the Doctor's world is flipped upside-down as a flood of Muppets, from nearly every franchise, pour into the Hospital. They question him on nearly every question in the existence of the universe, and believe me when I say he's heard most of them before. But then again, he's over one thousand years old, and has seen almost every location in the universe.

And that brings us to about where we are now. Any questions? Yes, Rosita... No, no I'm not quite sure where Kermit is. That's something I'm still trying to figure out myself.