Diagnosis, chapter 2

The rainy weather was still continuing, when the Muppet Show performance had finished. Kermit and Rowlf walked with umbrellas out of the theater building.
''What the heck was it...'' Rowlf complained confused.
''Yeah. Fozzie hasn't conducted himself normally today'', Kermit admitted. ''And he hasn't  told any bad joke!''
''Even Statler and Waldorf are worried... because they couldn't heckle him today'', Rowlf said. ''Both of them were disappointed...''
He looked at the raining city, and saw two silhouettes running towards them.

''Kermit! Wait, I have something to tell you!'' Dr. Honeydew yelled, as he and Beaker were rushing through the wet sidewalk.
''You guys are both late! First Fozzie and now you! The show finished ten minutes ago!'' Kermit raged in his own, familiar style. Rowlf calmed him down tapping his shoulder.
''Sorry, Kermit. Ill explain you... this is a big step for science,'' Bunsen panted enthusiastic.
Beaker was all wet, because he and Bunsen had only one umbrella, and Bunsen had taken it himself.
''I've... I've diagnosed a new disease!''
''A disease?'' Rowlf wrinkled.
''Yes. I found it in the morning, when Beaker dropped the germ enlarger liquid in accident to the grass at my botanic garden. Show it, Beakie.''
''Meep'', Beaker nodded. He frowned a little, because Bunsen told everybody that the bacterium was his find, although Beaker discovered it first. All that because of his meeping language, that only few friends understood.
He dug his pocket and showed the test tube.
''I've named it honeydewius, Bunsen explained.
''It's an extremely rare germ species, that has -for unknowingly reasons- come here from the Polynesian Islands.
''What?'' Kermit yelped.
''Yes.''
''The Polynesian Islands?''
''You heard right. From Polynesian Islands, possibly from Tahiti or Tonga'', Bunsen assured.
Beaker sighed. ''Me me meep.''
Rowlf was aghasted. ''A bacterium that has come here from so far? How can it be possible, and how you could find it from your own garden?''
''I don't know it neither. Maybe it was only a lucky circumstance.
The genomes that I found from them, were the same stuff that the Polynesian aboriginals have. It could be also possible it has drifted here by exports, tourists or something.''
Beaker became little angry, because Bunsen was lying again. Actually, it was me who found these genomes...

''Kermit! Kermit!''
Kermit flinched. ''Scooter? Has something happened?''
Scooter was distressed. He ran towards Kermit, and when he stopped, he was panting nervous. ''Did you let Fozzie go away during the show?!''
''No, Rowlf did'', Kermit shook his head. ''He told me that Fozzie was gone.''
Rowlf explained: ''In fact, I didn't give him permission. He left by himself, but before it he told me he felt ill.''
Scooter got boisterous. ''Why did you do it, if you knew that he was ill?!''
''What do you mean, Scooter? Why are you so nervous?'' Bunsen inquired astonished.
Scooter gulped, trying to calm down. ''I saw Fozzie a while ago at the backstage... there was no doubt that he was feverish, in an earnest way! He was sweating and his breathe sounded painstaking. The weather is so rainy and cold, and you allowed him to go with his sickness! His fever can become worse!''
Kermit's jaw dropped. Beaker meeped terrified, and Bunsen gasped appalled: ''Oh dear.''
Rowlf was frightened.
''What the hell?! Was he sick the whole time? How didn't I notice it?!'' he yelled.
''I thought you did'', Scooter noted. ''That's why I was so distressed.''
''You can go, guys'', Rowlf decided. ''I'll find him! He can't be so far. If something bizarre happens, I'll phone you.''