The crowd steadily buzzed, as small conversations dwindled about in the air. Stands lined the streets, and in the city square, a large stage was set up for the festival.
Behind the scenes, however, things where not as they appeared.
Kermit knew Garfield had been waiting for this day to make his move. As the crowed roared and the first band went onstage, Garfield found his queue.
The breeze wisped through the city streets, clouds gently dotted the sky, scurrying along above the ocean of people. There was a rattle. A gentle rumbling, almost mimicking the noise of the crowd, began to hum its tune. It grew stronger, murmuring and rumbling until it began to shake the ground, frogs and cats in the crowd alike began to slowly take notice.
Soon, a crack appeared on one of the pillars that was holding the stage. And another formed shortly after.
Then, just as quick as the cracks began to show, the pillar began to let out a slow. Groaning cry, and fell into the sea of people below.
The Garfield nations attack had begun.