[There is someone dressed in a dark cloak, sitting in the chair. In his lap, he has a penguin muppet, which he is stroking like a cat. Of course.

Carefully, dramatically, he reaches up one green hand to pull back the hood and reveal a familiar froggy face. If you're perceptive, you'll notice the makeup applied to a mole on his cheek. If not, maybe you'll be taken in by these next words.]

Hi-lo, my fellow Mappets. It is your good friend, the Kermeet the frog. I am afraid to inform you that I am actually a traitor now bent on destroying you. Sorry for the troubles.

[... Great.]