Mr. Moore came up with this crazy idea for an alternate reality fan fiction.

Muppets, in a civil war that would tear apart all puppet-kind. Genius, if a bit dark and insane. Sesame Street will never be the same.

Muppet Wars

He moved through the rubble slowly, pausing frequently to turn over blackened chunks of what had once been a safehouse.

The fires had long since died off and the hope of finding any survivors was long crushed.

They were all dead. Over a hundred loyal troops, gone in a single, unexpected explosion. A mighty victory for his opponent, but one that would not go unanswered.

She must have a spy in his ranks, and he would find that spy and crush them until they squealed.

Light shone dully on black plastic, barely noticable between chunks of rubble. Carefully, he limped to the location, favoring the leg that he’d nearly lost in one of the early battles.

A few moments work revealed a tiny handheld video camera. He flipped open the screen and hit play.

A rat’s face, one ear completely shorn off and the other on fire, gasped into the screen. “It’s the end. They killed Gonzo. Oh my god, they killed my best friend and all I could do was hide in the walls and watch. They’ll find me soon enough, but not before I leave this message. It was Camilla. Camilla is the spy. I never would have believed her capable of such deception, but I watched her interrogate Gonzo myself. Such anger, such hatred – I’ve never seen a chicken so vicious. They’re coming now. I have to run. Have to warn — ”

The screen shuddered and fizzed, then went blank.

Rizzo. One of his most loyal warriors. Rizzo and his rat squad had done more to further the war effort than any others. Their intelligence operations had saved countless lives.

He dropped the camera and stood, clenching a hand into an angry, green fist. He would find Camilla, and she would lead him to her mistress.

The pig would pay for this. Oh yes. She would pay.