While one might expect Jupiter to produce a volatile monstrous storm of a sundae, what she actually did was create something purely based around aesthetic. The resulting dish, piled high with scoops of rich red velvet and striking black coconut charcoal ice cream, and a variety of cherry red to inky black toppings, is visually pleasing but kind of a flavor disaster.

So, reclined on a rope hammock beside Kermit, she sticks her polkadotted mood spoon into his bowl and helps herself to a bite. "Babe, you see Mr. BeeZee sneak in?"