The morgue was deathly quiet, which one should really expect in a room full of dead people and one dead frog. Of course, there had been great debate over where to store the body, with the county coroner, the ASPCA , and PETA all making a claim. But you can’t fight the government, so the frog was locked away in the chilly vaults.

A dramatic puff of smoke and a flash of light disturbed the impenetrable slumber of the room’s occupants. A mysterious figure doffed his top hat and strode silently to drawer #184266. With a tap of his wand, the latch popped open. The cold, metal slab slid out so swiftly the carefully laid sheet was blown off, revealing a lifeless amphibian of great renown.

After clearing his throat, the mystery man rent the silence with the bold pronouncement, “Arise! Arise and walk!” And then with a dramatic flourish of his wand he cried, “A la Peanut Butter Sandwiches!”

A gigantic poof of gray and purple smoke filled the room. Somewhere in the distance a dog howled. A flipper twitched.