"A Recipe for Disaster"

Later that evening, Crazy Harry stood in the grand foyer of the Muppet mansion, his eyes fixed on the chandelier above. Miss Piggy, resplendent in a elegant evening gown, entered the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "Crazy Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice wary. Harry turned to her, a manic grin spreading across his face. "I'm just thinking about the possibilities, Miss Piggy. You see, if I were to, say, blow up that chandelier...the sounds it could make! Bang! Crash! Shatter! Boom!" Miss Piggy's eyes narrowed. "Crazy Harry, I don't think that's a good idea. That chandelier is a priceless antique." But Harry was undeterred. "Oh, but think of the variations! I could add some pyrotechnics, maybe some smoke bombs...it could be a symphony of destruction! Ka-BOOM! Ka-CHUNK! Ka-SHATTER!" As Harry continued to rant, Miss Piggy's expression grew increasingly exasperated. She didn't need Crazy Harry blowing up the chandelier, not now, not ever. But what caught her attention was the faint sheen of sweat on Harry's brow. It was a warm evening, to be sure, but the air conditioning in the mansion was usually more than sufficient to keep the temperature comfortable. And yet, Harry seemed to be...glowing, almost. Miss Piggy's eyes flicked to Harry's face, but he didn't seem to notice her gaze. He was too busy imagining the sonic possibilities of blowing up the chandelier. "Crazy Harry, please," she said, trying to reason with him. "Just don't do it. It's not worth the risk." But Harry just chuckled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, come on, Miss Piggy. It'll be fun! And think of the noise! It'll be music to my ears!" As he spoke, he seemed to be...shaking, ever so slightly. Miss Piggy's eyes lingered on him, but she said nothing. She just didn't think much of it, assuming it was just Harry's usual enthusiasm. But as she turned to leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. And as she glanced back at Harry, she saw that his grin seemed to be...twitching, ever so slightly. The Electric Mayhem, who had been quietly playing in the background, suddenly launched into a loud, discordant chord. The sound made everyone jump, and for a moment, the tension in the room was palpable. Miss Piggy's eyes locked onto Harry's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, without a word, she turned and walked away, leaving Harry to his fantasies of destruction.