**Chapter 1: Chaos in the Mansion**

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the Muppet mansion, casting a warm glow over the bustling hallway. Miss Piggy sat at her desk, phone pressed to her ear, her expression growing increasingly frustrated by the second. "Ah, no, no, no, I will not accept that offer! I demand to speak to your supervisor, maintenant!" she exclaimed, tapping her hoof impatiently on the floor. Her assistant, a harried-looking Fozzie Bear, hovered nearby, trying to get her attention. "Miss Piggy, I have the schedule for today's filming—" Miss Piggy held up a hand, silencing him. "Not now, Fozzie. I'm dealing with this...this...abomination of an insurance agent!" Meanwhile, in the living room, the Electric Mayhem were in full swing, blasting out a raucous rendition of "Wild Thing." Drummer Floyd sounded out a furious beat, while Janice wailed on her guitar and Zoot blew his saxophone into a frenzy. "Turn it down, you crazy Muppets!" Miss Piggy shouted, covering her ear. Just then, Crazy Harry burst into the hallway, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "Hey, guys! Check out my new explosive experiment!" Gonzo, strolling down the hall with a tray of breakfast pastries, ducked just in time as Harry whipped by, a contraption made of pipes, wires, and what looked suspiciously like a stick of dynamite. "Harry, what are you doing?" Gonzo cried, eyes wide with alarm. "Just a little something I like to call...the Discombobulation Device!" Harry exclaimed, eyes shining with excitement. As he disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of shattering dishes and Mia's indignant squawk followed. Back at her desk, Miss Piggy was still wrestling with the insurance agent. "I don't care if it's a 'standard policy'! I want full coverage for my designer shoes, and I want it now!" The agent's nasally voice continued to drone on, refusing to budge. Miss Piggy slammed down the phone, throwing her hands up in the air. "Mon dieu, that man is a menace!" Fozzie Bear approached cautiously. "Uh, Miss Piggy? Perhaps I can help you with the insurance situation?" Miss Piggy turned to him, a fierce glint in her eye. "No, Fozzie. I think I need a stronger drink. And a plan to take down that odious insurance agent..." The Electric Mayhem, sensing a moment of lull, launched into an even louder, more frenzied jam session, causing the chandeliers to shake and the walls to tremble. As the chaos reached a fever pitch, it seemed that anything could happen in the Muppet mansion...