Write about losing control.
The fuzzy brown bear wringing the battered felt hat walked up to the little green frog standing beside the podium.
"Kermit?"
"Yes, Fozzy?"
"Do you have a refrigerator?"
The frog stopped what he was doing and looked up at the bear, clearly puzzled. "Of course I do."
"Is it running?"
"It should be."
"Well, ya'd better CATCH IT before it GETS AWAY!!" he exclaimed happily, slapping the frog on the back with a paw.
"Right. Funny. Old but funny," grumbled Kermit. "Now will you go get ready for your act? You're on in five!"
"Sure, Kermit!" The bear didn't seem quite so subdued as he bounced off.
Shaking his head, the frog went back to studying the breakdown of the night's show.
"Kermit?"
Sighing, he refused to look up. "Yes, Fozzy?"
"Do you have Prince Albert in a can?"
"No, Fozzy. No, I do not have Prince Albert in a can!"
The bear nudged him hard in the ribs. "You're supposed to say yes."
"But I don't have Prince Albert in a can!"
"Aw, come on, Kermit! You're supposed to say YES!"
With a martyred sigh, Kermit said, "Yes. Okay, happy?"
"Then LET HIM OUT so he CAN BREATH!!" crowed the bear, slapping him again on the back in riotous good humor.
"Fine. Fun. Great. Now will you go get ready?"
"Going! Going," chuckled the bear, sauntering off.
"Sheesh!" The frog went back to the work at hand. He had a show to run! He didn't have time to -
"Kermit?"
"Fozzie."
"Do you know who's buried in Grant's tomb?"
Kermit wheeled around, flippers waving wildly over his head as he shouted, "I DON'T CARE!! Grant! Jefferson! The Lord of the Dance! I DON'T CARE!" he shrilled. "Now will you STOP and LEAVE ME ALONE with the running gags?" He swung around behind Fozzie and pushed him hard on the small of the back, "Get out on stage and tell THEM who's buried in Grant's tomb!"
The bear stumbled out of the wings and onto the stage just in time for his curtain call.
The little green frog went back to his podium and shook his head. Well, at least he could count on some peace and quiet for the next five minutes or -
"Hey, Boss?"
Kermit looked up at the show's gopher. "Yes, Scooter?"
"Is your nose running?"
"Running?" He touched a flipper to his face. "Uh, no? No, I don't think -"
"Well, you'd better CATCH IT before it GETS AWAY!!" laughed Scooter joyfully.
"AUUUGGGHHHHHH!!!"