The Muppets are my rabbi, and they should be yours

Doubt the spiritual power of the Muppets at your peril. Photo by Disney/Mitch Haaseth

By Talya Zax February 3, 2026

You may have heard the refrain that we live in dark times. It is true.

Just as true is that nothing is as effective at combatting darkness as joy. It is an emotion essential to the art of envisioning better things. Which is why the return of The Muppet Show, for a Feb. 4 half-hour Disney special guest starring Sabrina Carpenter, is such a gift.

The universe of the Muppets is one in which everyone has a nice time, and everyone gets what they deserve. Miss Piggy gets the spotlight, although she sometimes needs to physically fight for it. The Great Gonzo gets every possible opportunity to make mayhem; sure, we’re told that his great passion is stunt work, but we all know that it’s actually chaos.

The guest star gets her pick of the best supporting cast in the world. I dare you to watch Carpenter perform with a chorus of embarrassed featherless chickens and tell me she’s ever been better. Statler and Waldorf, the two heckling old men watching the show from a luxurious private box, get the pleasure of eternal fodder for their own grumpiness.

And the audience: We get joy. Not the sophisticated kind of joy that comes from indulging in a thoughtful, nuanced work of art. Not the giddy, escapist kind that accompanies, say, a binge of Bridgerton. Instead, a quieter and purer form: something like the joy of childhood.

The Muppet Show is for adults, people who might giggle when Carpenter tells Kermit that she turned down a second date with a mystery man to take the guest star gig, then cheerfully confirms that said mystery man is not single. But it’s also for adults who are, perhaps, just a bit tired of being adults. It’s for grownups who find themselves in need of the anarchy that belongs to those who are small and have no responsibilities — a description equally fitting for most children, and most Muppets.

One of the most maligned passages in the Torah describes the starkest form of retributive justice imaginable: “eye for eye, tooth for tooth.” In that eminently silly outline for organizing a functional human society is a kernel of wisdom: When someone does something bad that upsets you, it’s natural to want to retaliate in kind.

What is healthiest, the Muppet Show teaches, is not to ignore that instinct, but instead to honor it in a way that hurts no one. That principle proves fairly easy for the Muppets, who have no teeth and an apparent ability to endlessly regenerate their own eyes, as modeled by Beeker in this special.

But the Muppets’ philosophy of meeting the outrageous with the outrageous, the unhinged with the unhinged and the grouchy with the grouchy has its lessons for us humans, too.

There is such havoc in the world around us, such an arbitrary allocation of justice, such a terrifying sense that the wheels on this thing are about to come off. On The Muppet Show, there’s no “about” about it. The wheels are off; the rules are out the window; the toothless are in charge. There is anarchy outside the theater, in the human world full of horrors, and anarchy within it, in the soft puppet world full of rats performing covers of Top 40 hits with a reluctant pigeon playing keyboards.

We can’t easily fix the world’s troubles, but we can’t ignore the effect they have on us either. To do so is to take a tremendous risk. Any feeling held inside for too long risks exploding, and as many of the Great Gonzo’s tricks demonstrate, explosions tend to make things worse, if occasionally also hilarious.

Instead of risking a conflagration, then, perhaps you might instead take refuge in a safe puppet world, where a frog can get crushed by a door — please refer to what I said about Miss Piggy fighting for the spotlight — and emerge perfectly well, if slightly crumpled.

These days, rage simmers in most of us. We can no more curb this part of our humanity than Statler and Waldorf can curb the Muppets’ inevitable bent toward disorder. But we can treat it with good humor. That’s the greatest good of Muppetland. There, our worst instincts are recognized, but stripped of violence, so we can laugh at them.

If you are Sabrina Carpenter and some Muppets are harassing you, just knock their heads together. If you’re in the audience, go ahead and chortle at them. They’re made of felt, they’ll be fine.