As an 80s kid who was weaned on the dysfunctional relationship between a pig and a frog, a beaked thing sexually obsessed with chickens, and a non-verbal, woman-chasing Animal, the Muppets are some of my oldest, bestest friends. I had a Kermie doll and a Miss Piggy doll who I made smooch and a giant lavender poster on my bedroom wall of the Pigstress in a chic karate outfit ready to kick some fur-ball ass–“Hiyyyahh!” (Um: Huh, all of that might actually explain a few things.)
Apparently, Disney’s trying to “enhance the brand,” acccording to the NYT article “Fuzzy Renaissance” on the Muppets’ long-delayed comeback. Even tho that phrasing is a bit depressing (I mean, we are talking about Beaker here), I am psyched to see a bit more of my whacked-out, fluffy friends. Who are hopefully not too homogenized in the process.
But really I’m posting because this picture is making me so happy. Hi, critters! Hiiiiyaaaa!!!!!!!
