in the hushed, moonlit corridors of this ancient mansion, where whispers of the past linger like cobwebs, let me recount tales that brush aside the veil of the ordinary. imagine an undercover muppet, a delightful creature of felt and fur, embarking on a quest that was never documented in the reviews. before their grand adventure, there was a moment of pre-induction nervousness, a palpable tension that filled the air, as if the very walls of this house yearned to reinitiate from the beginning and learn the outcome of such a whimsical journey.