On national TV, Fozzie’s finger tightened on the trigger. On the other side of the country, at Mellow Oaks Townhomes, one of his former costars tucked himself into a roll as he crashed through a glass sliding door—it hurt all kinds of ways, but he’d been hurt worse in his lab assistant days.

Yet he stood to be hurt worse, if he didn’t get out of there.

There was a crashing behind him, and Beaker turned his head around to see Animal enlarging the hole in the glass door by plunging through it; the word “MUNNNNEEEEE!” blasting from his toothy mouth like a hairball.

Of all the people, monsters, and uncategorizable things from Beaker’s past, he had to borrow fifty grand from Animal? It made screwy sense at the time: he thought he could pay Animal in product if he was ever short. Everyone figured Animal was tweaked on something...

Hell no. Turned out that’s just how Animal is. God help you if you miss a payment.

Beaker merped in terror as he tried to climb the wooden picket fence behind his apartment.