**Morning Mayhem**

The Muppets gathered around the breakfast table, a lively and chaotic scene unfolding as they chatted and laughed while devouring their morning meal. Kermit, ever the calm and collected one, sat at the head of the table, sipping his coffee and surveying the room. Miss Piggy, resplendent in a stylish robe, was busy arguing with Gonzo about the merits of pancakes versus waffles. Fozzie, meanwhile, was attempting to make everyone laugh with his impressions of various breakfast foods. Animal, as usual, was eating with reckless abandon, shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth with a look of pure joy. Rowlf, the laid-back piano player, was simply enjoying his coffee and the company of his friends. Rizzo, the wise-cracking rat, was holding court at the far end of the table, regaling the group with tales of his latest adventures. Beaker, the timid and gentle Muppet, was hovering around the edges of the table, trying to get someone to pass the toast. Bunsen, his partner in science, was enthusiastically explaining the benefits of a new breakfast cereal he had discovered. Statler and Waldorf, the grumpy old men, were grumbling and complaining about the noise level and the quality of the food. As the group chatted and laughed, the door to the dining room swung open and Crazy Harry walked in, a bit later than the rest. His eyes were shining with excitement, but he looked...off. His usual manic energy seemed tempered, and he was having trouble grasping the handle of the coffee cup he was trying to use. "Hey, Harry! Morning, buddy!" Kermit called out, but Harry just smiled weakly and took a seat at the table. Miss Piggy noticed that Harry was struggling to hold his cup, and she frowned in concern. "Harry, are you okay? You look a bit...shaky." Harry tried to laugh it off, but his voice was a bit trembly. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Miss Piggy. Just a little...uh...sleepy." But as he tried to pour himself some cereal, his hand jerked wildly and the box went flying out of his grasp. The Muppets gasped in surprise as Harry's eyes went wide, and he stared at his hand in horror. "Guys, I...I don't know what's going on," he stammered, his voice shaking. "I feel...different." The room fell silent as the Muppets stared at Harry, concern etched on their faces. Kermit set his coffee down and leaned forward, his eyes locked on Harry's. "Harry, what's happening to you?" he asked, his voice low and serious. But Harry just shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. "I don't know, Kermit. I just...I feel like I'm...losing control." As the Muppets watched in alarm, Harry's hand began to shake even more violently, and his face took on a strange, almost...glowing quality.