"We were somewhere around Goodsprings on the edge of the desert when the sugar began to take hold."
Rizzo the rat looked over at his driver. "Uh, whuzzat?"
"We had two bags of chocolate peppermints, seventy-five packs of tic-tacs, five sheets of high-powered candy dots, a salt shaker half full of pixie sticks, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored gummies, jawbreakers, chocolate, peanut butter... and also a quart of lemonade, a quart of lemon-lime, a case of root beer, a pint of smile dip and two dozen candied apples. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious sugar collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can."
"Gonzo-"
"But the only thing that worried me was the Smile Dip. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of Smile Dip, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon."
"Gonzo, what the heck are you talking about?!?"
The beschnozzed… whatever it was driving the car turned to regard Rizzo from behind reflectively sunglasses. "That's Doctor Gonzo, to you, Rizzo Duke."
"My last name is the Rat."
"Oh, Really?"
"Yes, it's German. Now answer the question!" Rizzo demanded with a slight twitch.
"Okay okay, sheesh. I'm a muckraking investigative reporter now. I find the filthy, dirty heart of the Las Vegas dream, and I create brilliant, genre-annihilating avant-garde journalism that exposes the truth behind our society."
"Mmmh. Like what?" Rizzo asked through a mouth full of candy.
"Well I dunno. I was thinking I'd eat all this candy and then see what happens."
"Mmmh, good idea."
"Care to join me?" Gonzo asked politely.
"Waaaay aheada ya." Rizzo replied, polishing off the chocolate and spraying crumbs all over Gonzo's Hawaiian print shirt.
"Rizzo!" Gonzo shrieked. "That was supposed to last us until Vegas!"
"Well it's not lasting until Sloan, I'm sorry to say. Benny will just have to deal."
Gonzo groaned, adjusting the floppy white hat on his head. "Well, what's left?"
"Uhhh." Rizzo replied, digging through empty cans and discarded wrappers as the car hurtled through the desert. "We're still got the Smile Dip." He replied, holding up two packets.
Gonzo stared at them for a moment.
"Well, why not?" He asked, ripping the package open and tipping it back in time with Rizzo. "I see no legal or safety repercussions that could result from this."
"Exactly, pal. Bottoms up!" Rizzo cheered as he toasted his companion with ominously pink powder in hand.
There was a long, long moment as consciousness expanded, or perhaps contracted, rather like their pupils.
"Gonzo." Rizzo hissed urgently.
"What?"
"We have to move now." Rizzo said, body shaking slightly.
"What?" Gonzo asked hazily. "Why?"
"We can't stay here! This is rat country!"
Gonzo blinked. "What?"
"I see my in-laws!"
"Taking evasive maneuvers!" Gonzo replied, slamming his foot onto the pedal and accelerating wildly. The blasted waste of the desert flew by in a blur, due partially to the triple digit speed and mostly to the Smile Dip. The sun was smiling, the birds were singing, and Gonzo didn't like it. He was never a fan of Love Handel.
"Is the wheel supposed to turn like that?" Rizzo asked urgently.
Gonzo pulled back on the wheel and discovered that it had detached from the car in a burst of butterflies. "I'm gonna say… probably. Oh, hey look at the size of that caterpillar!"
"It's coming at us awful fast." Rizzo pointed out.
"Maybe it's friendly!" Gonzo replied. "Hello Caterpillar!"
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Darkness and pain slowly gave itself over to light and more pain.
"Uuugh- what happened?" Gonzo mumbled, rubbing his forehead as reality swam back into focus.
"Oh my gosh are you guys ok?!?" A voice said. A blurry form came into being over Gonzo's head, and he struggled to perceive it.
"Gonzo, I think I might still be hallucinating." Gonzo heard Rizzo say.
"Why's that?"
"I see a talking frog."
Gonzo paused for a moment. "Rizzo, you're a talking rat."
"I am?" Rizzo asked. "Oh yeah that's right, I am! What about these spines, are they normal too? Ow!"
Gonzo plucked one of them out. "It would appear not, Rizzo."
"Gonzo, is that you?" the ranine voice asked.
"K-Kermit?" Gonzo replied as the frog finally swam into focus. Gonzo sat up to see his convertible completely totaled, crashed into an out of place saguaro. Steam rose from it. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm on my way to Vegas for a company retreat." Kermit replied, still concerned by the way Gonzo's nose was bending. "When I saw you guys crash right in front of me!"
Gonzo grabbed onto his nose and yanked hard until it approximated the correct shape. "Retreat?" He said nasally before his passages readjusted. "What, for Doc Hoppers?"
"No Gonzo, he got bought out! I work for DEI now."
"Really???" Gonzo beamed. "That's great! We figured out you'd escaped the gulag when we got arrested and you weren't there, but we didn't hear from you until those Hopper ads started."
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"Erm, hi. I'm K-ker… ker… Kermit th-"
"Say the line, Frog!"
"I'm Kermit the Frog, and I have legs!" Kermit wailed. "Do you like legs? Then… then…"
Doc Hopper butted into the frame, grabbing Kermit by the legs and holding him upside down.
"Then come on down to Doc Hoppers, where you can get 'em by the bucketful. Doc Hoppers. It's hip-"
"A-and it's hoppin'." Kermit said lamely, still upside down.
Doc Hopper dropped him.
"Aaah!"
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Kermit shuddered. Rizzo looked hungry.
"Anyway. What are you two doing here together?" Kermit asked.
Gonzo shrugged. "Oh, we've sort of been a double act since 1992."
"No, I mean why here."
"Oh." Gonzo replied. "Well, I'm on the hunt for the evil at the heart of americ- wait a second."
"Yes?"
"The evil at the heart of America! Why didn't I see it before! It's so obvious!"
"What, capitalism?" Rizzo asked.
"No, not that!" Gonzo replied, grabbing onto Kermit's shoulders. "DEI. Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated. This is the angle I'm looking for!"
"Angle?" Kermit asked.
"Sounds obtuse." Rizzo interjected.
"Kermit." Gonzo put his arms out to beg. "Can we pal around with you again? This is the big break I've been looking for, I know it."
"Mmmmh." Kermit's mouth furrowed. "Well. Technically I don't think I'm supposed to pick up hitchhikers in the company car."
"We're not hitchhikers!"
"You know us!" Rizzo added.
"Well… I… suppose…"
"Oh Kermit thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Gonzo pulled the frog into a tight hug, sending his legs flailing. "Oh, you won't regret it. This calls for a celebration."
Gonzo looked back towards the wreck of his former car.
"Do you think there's any Smile Dip left?"
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Kermit has gained the traits:
The Great Gonzo: Gonzo's work is… provocative. The positive and negative effects of Opinion are stronger on actions Kermit is assigned to.
Rizzo the Rat, ltd: Rizzo is an invertebrate businessrat who is always working an angle, frequently at the expense of the point of the exercise. Rizzo has a chance to generate 1 funds on any national action Kermit attempts equal to four times the critical failure chance of that action (4 x crit fail %).