"Crisis in Central Park"

As the Muppets arrived at Central Park, they were met with the sight of police cars and ambulances scattered throughout the area. Officer Mike Jenkins, who had spoken with Kermit earlier, was standing near a van, his expression serious. The Muppets quickly made their way over to him, their hearts racing with concern. "Ah, Kermit, thank goodness you're here," Officer Jenkins said, his voice grave. "We've got Crazy Harry in the van, and he's not doing well." The Muppets followed Officer Jenkins to the van, where they saw Crazy Harry lying on a stretcher, his face pale and clammy. He was having difficulty breathing, and his eyes were closed tightly. "What's happening to him?" Miss Piggy asked, her voice laced with worry. Officer Jenkins shook his head. "We're not sure, but it's clear that he's not himself. He's been complaining of nausea and dizziness, and now he's having trouble breathing." Just then, Crazy Harry's eyes flickered open, and he let out a weak cough. "Wha...what's happening?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Kermit knelt down beside him, taking his hand in his own. "Harry, it's okay, buddy. We're here. You're going to be okay." Crazy Harry's gaze wandered, taking in the faces of his friends. "The...the memz," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I feel it...spreading." Suddenly, Crazy Harry's expression contorted in pain, and he let out a low groan. "My head...it hurts." The Muppets exchanged worried glances as Crazy Harry's hand went to his forehead. "I think he's getting a migraine," Fozzie Bear said, his voice soft. As the Muppets watched in concern, Crazy Harry's migraine worsened, his face twisted in agony. The Muppets looked on helplessly, unsure of what to do. Gonzo stepped forward, his eyes locked on Crazy Harry. "We need to get him to a hospital, now," he said firmly. Officer Jenkins nodded in agreement. "I've already called for an ambulance. It should be here any minute." The Muppets nodded, their faces set with determination. They would do everything in their power to help their friend, no matter what was happening to him. As they waited for the ambulance to arrive, they stood vigil, their hearts heavy with worry for Crazy Harry and the city they called home.