The Perky Puppet Program

Hello again BOILS AND GHOULS! I, CREEPS, was just finding something to watch on t.v. MISTER ROGERS' SLAY-BOR-HOOD is on CHANNEL GORE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee. But, there's another SHIVERING-SHOW on CHANNEL GOO, I think I will watch, and please join me. It's called...
A middle-aged man walked onto a set in a television-studio out, in California, back in 1975 and sat down in a rocking-chair. The set had a porch with a door and window. The middle-aged man smiled into a camera and said: "well, hia, kids. So glad to have you back for The Perky Puppet Program this week. I, your dear Friend, Tim Benson, am happy to show you some more fun". A Kermit The Frog-like puppet, except with circular pupils and bright-red suspenders and overalls on popped up in the window and chuckled in a Goofy-like voice. "Hia, Tim, hia kids! It's me, Lenny. I hope everybody is ready for The Letter Of The Week!" the Kermit-like puppet said in its Goofy-like voice. "Hello, Lenny, why, I sure am. I hope you are too kids. Lenny, please show us what The Letter Of The Week is!" Tim Benson said to the puppet, then into the camera, and then asked the puppet. Lenny chuckled and held up a capital letter F that was dark blue. "It's The Capital Letter F, Tim!" Lenny said to him. "The Capital Letter F Lenny. Oh boy. F stands for Fishing and it's what I like to do boys and girls" Tim said to Lenny and then to the camera. Lenny suddenly slid back down with the letter and Tim Benson looked confused at the window. The puppet suddenly popped back up in the window, but its eyes were pupil-less and and solid-white, tiny fangs were within its mouth. Lenny jumped through the window and into Tim's lap, causing Tim to gasp in shock. The puppet bit his throat, growling in a low-pitched-tone. Tim Benson screamed in pain, grabbing Lenny and throwing him across the set, He rubbed his throat with his hand and got up quickly. The puppet of Lenny got to its feet and scurried over to him, growling lowly. 
Tim Benson ran off of the set and the camera man screamed, running away from the camera. The three-foot-tall living-puppet of Lenny chased Tim, growling deeply. Tim and the camera man ran into a room and as the thing growled away, scurrying fast, towards them, Tim Benson slammed the door shut and latched it then. "Oh boy Tim. That puppet is possessed!" the camera man said to him, nervously. "Yes it is, Harold. This is our second week of my show and it's scary" Tim replied to him, agreeing. Harold poured coffee from out of a coffee pot into a coffee mug and gave it to Tim. "Gee, thanks Harold" he said, smiled and drink it. Harold poured another cup of coffee and drank it. Meanwhile, a lady walked onto the set of The Perky Puppet Program and put her hands on her hips, looking angry. She walked over to the door that Tim had shut and latched and knocked on it. "Tim, Harold, what the heck is going on out here? I had to switch to commercials on our television-channel" the woman said to them, angrily. "Oh, sorry, Miss Drake. Something has gone wrong ma'am" Tim Benson replied to her, looking at the door. Then he unlatched and opened it. "Your Perky Puppet Program premiers last week, and this week you mess it up!" Miss Drake said to Tim, angrily. "I'm sorry Miss Drake. Something is wrong with Lenny" he replied to her. "I own this television-studio. My Daddy gave it to me in his Will, and I'll fire the both of you, ya jerks!" Miss Drake angrily said to Tim and Harold, meanly. Tim and Harold walked out of the room and they both looked around. Miss Drake walked in front of them with her hands still on her hips. She turned around and slapped both Tim and Harold across their faces, causing them to gasp in pain. "You're both fired. You jerks get outta here!" Miss Drake said to the men, turned and walked away. 
Meanwhile, Lenny growled deeply, as the living-puppet grabbed a kitchen-knife out of a knife-holder within the kitchen of the television studio. The living puppet jumped off of the counter and scurried out of the kitchen, growling away. As Time and Harold were grabbing briefcases in the room where they had hid in, another frog-like puppet with white, pupil less-eyes, and a longer tongue dripping with black slime hopped through the doorway, into the room all of a sudden. The beige-colored-frog-like puppet hissed eerily at the men and hopped up, on Harold's back, with the inside of its mouth filled with more black slime. It choked him and hissed, as Harold writhed from side to side. Tim Benson grabbed the puppet hand threw it out the doorway as it hissed eerily. "Barry Frog!" Tim said, looking out the doorway. "You're alright now Harold my Friend!" he said to him, putting his arm around him, as Harold coughed and took deep breaths. As Harold and Tim walked out of the room, Tim saw the other living-puppet, scurrying quickly towards them, hissing away, black slime dripping and oozing out of its mouth. Tim dropped his briefcase and the three-foot-tall puppet got to him, he punched it directly in its face, causing it to hiss in pain and fall backwards. "Barry Frog get away from us!" Tim said to it and he and Harold ran for it. Barry Frog got to its feet, turned and chased them. Harold dropped his own briefcase and Tim grabbed a shotgun from up, against a wall by an "Exit" door. He aimed it at Barry Frog and shot it right in the chest. Barry Frog hissed in pain and fell backwards again, as more black slime sprayed out of its bullet-wound. 
Harold and Tim looked at it and then Barry Frog got up, hissed eerily at Tim Benson, and ran off. Tim and Harold quickly followed it. Barry Frog scurried into the kitchen, eerily hissing. Harold ran into Miss Drake as he and Tim got to the doorway of the kitchen. Miss Drake grabbed the shotgun out of Tim's hands. "You two leave right now. Better yet, I'm gonna shoot you Harold and Mr. Benson. I'll just lie to the police that you tried to kill me ya jerks!" Miss Drake said to them. She aimed the weapon at Harold and Tim Benson, as they gasped in horror, backing away. Lenny scurried out of the dark hallway where Miss Drake had walked out of, and the sound of a knife stabbing someone was heard behind Miss Drake. She coughed and dropped to the floor in her dress dead. Her feet stuck out of the darkened-hall and Lenny growled at Tim and Harold. They screamed in horror, Tim grabbed the shotgun sticking out of the hallway and the men ran, They ran back onto the set and caught their breath. There was another puppet operating Harold's camera, and it was a bear puppet. It had: orange fur, a light-brown face, light brown paws, a dark-brown nose, and glowing-white eyes. Tim and Harold screamed at the sight of the three-foot-tall puppet that was giggling in a deep voice. "Gordon The Bear you too!" Tim Benson said to it and the living-puppet wiggled its light brown ears back and forth, giggling deeply away. Lenny scurried onto the set of the front porch and growled deeply at the men in his red overalls and suspenders. The Kermit The Frog-like puppet rose the kitchen knife in the air and Tim Benson rose the shotgun. As Lenny growled at him, its red tongue showing within his mouth, the creepy-puppet ran towards Tim. Tim fired the gun at Lenny, shooting it directly in its mouth, causing black slime to ooze out of it. Lenny fell backwards, and Gordon The Bear grew white fangs and claws on all four of its paws. Gordon The Bear ran over to Harold, clawing the side of his head, causing Harold to scream out in pain and horror. 
Tim Benson punched the puppet in the side of its head, Harold ducked out of the way and as Gordon The Bear giggled deeply, Tim punched it again in the side of its head, then kicked the living-puppet glided backwards through the air, striking a wall. Harold stood up straight, holding the claw-marks on the side of his head. Lenny stood up and growled at Tim, running at him with the knife. He kicked Lenny quickly, sending the possessed-puppet flying into the same wall that Gordon The Bear struck. Tim and Harold rushed into the dark hall, stepping over the corpse of Miss Drake. Harold pulled a flashlight out of his pocket, turned it on and shined it on a case up, on a wall that had an ax in it. Tim Benson smashed the glass of the case and pulled the axe out of it. As he and Harold crept away from the hallway and the kitchen, Barry Frog quietly followed them, carrying a large frying-pan in its hands. The men crept back onto the set and Lenny ran towards them, holding the kitchen knife and growling away. Tim swung the ax and cut off the puppet's head, KILLING IT. Then, black slime oozed out of its neck-stump and its puppet-head. Tim and Harold sighed in relief, but then Gordon The Bear ran towards them, giggling deeply. Tim Benson decapitated the puppet with the axe, killing it. More black slime oozed out of the puppet's body and head. Harold looked over and saw Barry Frog approaching them with the frying pan. The living puppet hissed at him, its black longer tongue dripping with black slime, more black slime spilling out of its mouth. It hit Harold in his lower back with the frying-pan, the camera man screamed in pain, falling to his knees, clutching his lower-back. Tim Benson stepped in front of the puppet, blocking Harold from it, and swung the ax quickly, decaptitating Barry Frog and killing it. More black slime oozed out of the puppet's head and neck-stump. Tim dropped the shotgun and axe, and helped Harold to his feet. "That was far-out and psychedelic, Tim. Thanks a lot for saving me!!" Harold said to him, smiling and rubbing his lower back. "No problem Harold. I'll purchase the right kind of puppets for next week's show my Friend" he replied, smiling. 
What a PUPPET-FEAR Tim Benson turned out to be eh, Kiddies? His SCARY-ONETTES sure had NO STRINGS ATTACHED and sure STRUNG ALONG the show aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. What a STAB IN THE DARK for poor Miss Drake too. Oh well, at least Tim made his show very AX-CITING heh-heh-heh-heh.