Chapter 1 Bunsen and Beaker were carrying Bunsen's latest invention out of the Muppet boarding house basement. "Ah, Beaker, we've done it again. Made another useful invention." "Mee", sighed Beaker, giving Bunsen a slightly disagreeable look. "This purple pool chemical will make pool water permanently clean", said Bunsen, "we'll test it out tonight." Beaker gave a nervous look on his face. "Oh, but I forgot the car keys. Stay right here and make sure nobody steals it." Bunsen left, and Beaker quickly took it into the kitchen, hiding it in a lower cupboard, then ran back. "Silly me, Beakie, I had the keys in my pocket the whole time", said Bunsen, who then noticed the purple chemicals were missing. "What happened with our invention?" "Mee mee mee mee mee mee mee mee", said Beaker, making a number of hand gestures, such as a gun pointed to his head and pretending to choke himself. "Somebody stole our invention?", said Bunsen, "we'll have to go down to the police station and file a police report." "Mee mee meep" "What do you mean you don't remember what he looked like?" "Mee mee mee mee mee" "Oh, you only remember that he was wearing clothes. At least that narrows it down. Come along." In the kitchen, The Swedish Chef was getting some food ready. "Yee, mit due, berr brerr bee-doo-bee-dooo", hummed the chef as he was rummaging through the cupboard, when suddenly he found the purple chemical. "Huh?", said a confused chef, "Dis wrk vwfth chillee?" The Swedish Chef then gave a "what the hey" expression as he started making chili, pouring in the purple chemical. Rizzo showed up after The Swedish Chef finished. "Hey, Mr. Chef, what's cooking?", said Rizzo. "Chillee!", said The Swedish Chef. "Looks like purple chili", said Rizzo. "Itt eeese prpo chillee", said the chef, showing the container and tossing it up in the air. "Well, food is food", said Rizzo, who then an entire bowl of chili. "Say, this was good", said Rizzo. "That's easy for you to say", said Pops, passing by, "you'll eat anything, even if the chef makes it." "Well GOOD is GOOD!", said Rizzo, who started to feel queasy, "though this time, good isn't so good...." Rizzo then passed out. "What just happened?", said Kermit. "Ruzzu et my chillee und puhet oot", said The Swedish Chef. "We've got to get Rizzo to the hospital", said Kermit. "But first", said Gonzo, looking at the chef's pot of purple chili, "can I have some of this chili?" "Better not", said Kermit, "that's what made Rizzo like that." "Spoil sport", said Gonzo.