*poings merrily about*
*is mistaken for a rampaging Muppet, thwacked on the head with a frying pan, tagged with a tranquilizer dart, and wakes up somewhere in whatever a Muppet's natural environment is*
Yay! Kay's not mad at me (as much, I think) anymore! Yay!
*slips on a wet fern, squeaks, falls over*
*muffled by a mouthful of poison ivy, we hear:*