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Rain Falls

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Super Scooter, Jan 26, 2010.

  1. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    -Rain Falls-​


    Chapter 1

    The sun was shining on Sesame Street. Children were playing in the arbor, skipping, jumping, and laughing aloud at their silliness. Two of these young children ran off toward the apartment building frequently referred to as 123 Sesame Street.

    On the stoop of 123 stood Bob Johnson. Children loved Bob for his kind nature and soothing voice. Not to mention he was just so darn huggable wearing those cozy sweaters of his. It’s no wonder then that those two young children ran straight to him.

    “Oh, hello!” Bob greeted the young ones, repeating the words that had been uttered on this street thousands of times before: “Welcome to Sesame Street!”

    “Hmmph!” came a gruff voice from next to Bob. He turned to look at the creature who would issue such a rude noise.

    “Oscar,” Bob addressed the creature as Oscar because that was its name, “don’t you have anything nice to say to our new visitors?”

    “Nice?” asked the appalled Oscar as he slapped the side of the trash can he lived in. “I don’t do ‘nice!’”

    Bob shook his head. “Oscar, you could at least say hello.”

    “Hello? All right,” Oscar said, smiling. There was something devious about that smile. “Hello, little ones. Now, SCRAM!”

    Oscar dropped down inside his trash can, slamming the lid shut behind him.

    Bob shook his head again, disappointed in Oscar’s despicable behavior. He turned to the two children.

    “I’m sorry, kids, but… Well, you know how Oscar is.”

    The children did know, because they could be just like him at times. They shrugged it off, and ran over to Hooper’s Store for a soda.

    Bob turned back to Oscar’s can and knocked a few times.

    “Who’s that bangin’ on my can?” Oscar’s voice echoed from within.

    “Oscar, get out here!”

    “I can’t hear you!” Oscar taunted the frustrated music teacher (that’s Bob).

    “Oscar!” Bob tapped his fingers on the can, impatiently.

    “All right! I’m comin’! I’m comin’!” Oscar finally reemerged. “Can I help you, bright eyes?”

    “Can’t you ever be nice to anyone?”

    “I’m a Grouch!” Oscar barked back at Bob. “Grouches are not nice!”

    “Well, it wouldn’t hurt you to try,” Bob said.

    “You’re right,” Oscar agreed. “It would KILL me!”

    Bob gave up with a cry of “Impossible!” as Oscar ducked back down into his can. Bob had never understood how Oscar could behave the way he did. There’s so much to be happy about on Sesame Street, he’d always thought. Bob was always troubled by this, but, as he had so many times before, Bob let it be and went to join his young friends in Hooper’s Store.

    “Hmmph!” Oscar said down inside the trash can. “What does he know?”
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  2. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    Chapter 2​


    Bob sat at the counter of Hooper’s Store with a half-empty (or half-full) glass of milk before him. He gently played around with the glass, sliding it back and forth between his hands. Mr. Hooper, the store’s proprietor, grabbed hold of the glass and pulled it away from him.

    “Don’t play with MY food,” the older gentleman firmly reminded Bob, nodding his head once to emphasize his statement.

    “I just don’t understand it, Mr. Hooper,” said Bob, rubbing his head. “Why does Oscar act this way? People try to be nice to him, but he’s just…”

    “A Grouch?”

    “Well, I know he’s a Grouch.” Bob couldn’t help but feel this wasn’t right.

    “Well, that’s how Grouches are,” Mr. Hooper said as he emptied the glass into a sink. “Grouches don’t do nice.”

    “I know,” said Bob. “That’s the third time I’ve been reminded of that today.”

    “It’s true, you know! Oscar’s not going to change who he is just because you and I don’t like it.” Hooper rinsed the glass and scrubbed it a bit. “And, you know somethin’? I don’t like it!”

    Mr. Hooper dried the glass and placed it back down in front of Bob. Bob stared at it a moment.

    “… What’s this for?”

    “You should order something else,” Hooper said. “I’m not running a charity.”

    “Half a glass of milk,” was Bob’s request. Mr. Hooper shrugged and went to retrieve the milk from his refrigerator.

    “And something else to remember,” Mr. Hooper stated as he filled the glass, “you can be grouchy too.”

    “As grouchy as Oscar?” Bob didn’t believe it was possible.

    “Well, you’re pretty miserable now, ain’t ya?”

    Mr. Hooper was right, and they both knew it. He placed the glass back down in front of Bob. Bob lifted the glass up and was just about to take a sip when Grover rushed in.

    “Bob!” the gangly monster called out. “Bob! Come quick! Hurry! It is an emergency!”

    “What? What is it, Grover?”

    “Oh, it is terrible, Bob! Oscar! He won’t wake up! Hurry!”

    Bob leapt from his seat and ran out of Hooper’s store with Grover, panicked though he was, leading the way.

    As for Mr. Hooper, he was left alone in the store. He looked down at the glass of milk and shook his head.

    “Wasteful! Wasteful!” he mumbled to himself as he took up the glass and once again emptied it in the sink.
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  3. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Adores the fact there's a new SST fic... And an old school one at that. Thank you sir, more please? Pretty please? :insatiable:
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  4. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    Okay, you've got me. Threatening to kill off a beloved SST member? I'm sold ... :D

    More please?
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  5. Yes, what is wrong with Oscar?
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  6. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    Kill off a beloved Sesame Street character? No! Never! .... Or... am I?

    ;):grouchy:;)

    Thanks to all for your comments! This one may end up a bit short. I started off intending to write just sort of a street scene outline, and expanded it to be more like older Sesame Street books.

    More in moments!
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  7. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    Chapter 3​


    Oscar was slumped over the side of his can. He was not at all a well Grouch. He was mumbling and twitching a bit, wincing in pain and barely conscious—a frightening sight for any young monster to witness. Bob and Grover rushed to his side.

    “Oh, Mr. Grouchy?” asked Grover. “Mr. Grouchy, are you all right?”

    “What happened, Grover?” Bob asked his worried companion as he took hold of Oscar’s hand.

    “Bob, it was terrible! It was terrible!” Grover exclaimed.

    “You said that Grover, what happened?” Bob asked urgently.

    “Oh, right. Well, you see,” Grover began his tale, “I came to visit with Oscar. I was going to sing him a happy little tune to try and cheer him up. And as Oscar was yelling and screaming because he did not want to hear my happy little tune, this…” Grover lifted up a very large boulder. “This tiny…” A grunt. “Little…” A groan. “Itty-bitty…” He strained to keep the rock in his arms. “Pebble!” He finally dropped the rock, no longer able to carry it. He began to pant a bit and then continued: “It fell on top of him.” Puzzled, he added, “I do not know where it came from, though.”

    Bob turned his attention back to Oscar. “Oscar? Oscar, can you hear me?”

    Oscar began to rouse. Groggy, he could barely see or hear Bob. Slowly, his vision began to return. He saw three Bobs, then two, and then finally he could see just one, blurry Bob. The outlined figure slowly came into focus. His hearing was soon restored. No longer did words sound like they were uttered underwater, but they were clear as a bell once again.

    “Oscar? Are you all right?”

    “B-Bob? Is that you?” asked Oscar, still struggling.

    “Oscar!” the relieve teacher exclaimed. “You’re okay!”

    “I wouldn’t say that exactly.” Oscar rubbed his head. “Did I get hit with something?”

    “Oh, Mr. Oscar,” Grover said as he tried to lift up the rock again, “you were hit in the head with this tiny—“

    “We worried about you for a minute, Oscar,” said Bob, leaving Grover to struggle once again with the rock.

    “Well, thanks, Bob. I really appreciate it,” Oscar said, smiling at him… which was weird.

    Bob felt a little uncomfortable with this “show of affection” from the grouchiest guy on the street. But, he wasn’t too concerned, just happy to see Oscar was doing all right.

    “Hey, Oscar, I’ll have a doctor stop by to check on you, okay?”

    “Now there’s a good idea, Bob!” Oscar said very sincerely. “Thanks a bundle, and I mean it.”

    “Bye, Oscar.” Bob returned to Hooper’s Store.

    Grover finally gave up trying to lift the rock again. He climbed up the side of Oscar’s trash can to look at him face-to-face.

    “Um, Mr. Grouchy? Oscar? Are you okay now?”

    “Oh, Grover! Thank you for your concern, my friend!” Oscar gave Grover a quick pat on the back.

    “What?” Grover asked, of course.

    “Hey, what was it you were gonna do before? Weren’t we singin’ a song or somethin’?”

    “A song?” Grover was beyond confused. “You mean—“

    “Yeah, you were gonna sing a song to cheer me up! Boy, I’d like to hear it.”

    “You mean… you want to hear my happy little tune?”

    “Are you kiddin’? I’d LOVE to hear it!” Oscar was beaming, happily looking forward to this musical treat.

    “Are YOU kidding?” Grover shook his head, very puzzled. “Well, if you really want to hear it…” He was always happy to share a song, no matter how unusual his listeners may behave, and so he went right into his “happy little tune…”

    Once I met a happy little bluebird,” Grover began.
    He was just as blue as he could be.
    In a little while
    He began to smile
    When he sang this merry song to me:
    Just let a smile be your umbrella on a rainy, rainy day!
    And if your Grouchy cries, just tell her that a smile will always pay!
    Whenever skies are gray, do not worry or fret.
    A smile will clear the rain drops, and you will never get wet.
    So let a smile be your umbrella on a rainy, rainy day!


    “Oh, was that not a wonderful song, Oscar?” asked Grover “Did you like it?”

    “Like it? Like it?” Grover prepared for the worst. “I LOVED it! That was beautiful!”

    “You are serious?”

    “Of course I’m serious! And why wouldn’t I be?”

    Grover stood motionless, too stunned to move. Finally, slowly, a smile crept across his face. He breathed a sigh of relief and was so excited that he could win over a Grouch that he sang songs to Oscar all afternoon.
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  8. Looks like that bump on the head did more too Oscar then knock him out.
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  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    You know... This reminds me of Beth redBoobergurl's unfinished SST story where Cookie Monster gets involved in a mind-jarring accident that ends up turning him into his own opposite self as well. Hope you post more soon Scoot.
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  10. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    Woo-hoo! Alternate personality plot! Wonder how long it'll last.... :)
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  11. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    Chapter 4​


    Over the next few days, Oscar was acting very, very odd indeed. He had undergone a complete transformation, one that everyone was impressed with, though perhaps none more so than Bob. He had always hoped to see the day when Oscar would change his ways, but never thought he’d actually live to see it. He found himself spending more and more time with Oscar as the days went on. He taught the ex-Grouch chess, one of his favorite games, and though Oscar was uncomfortable at first with playing what is, in essence, a game of war, he loved the time spent with his good friend Bob.

    As Bob was around Oscar the most, he saw firsthand how Oscar’s new personality affected the residents of Sesame Street. Oscar greeted everyone passing by, inviting them for tea, sharing a laugh, or just shooting the breeze. Nobody left Oscar’s can without a smile.

    When David accidentally lost his basketball behind Oscar’s trash can, the Grouch gladly returned it… and without deflating it first! He stopped calling Big Bird a turkey, and whenever Big Bird did something “turkey-like,” Oscar was the most understanding person around. He relished the Bird’s tales of Mr. Snuffleupagus, that hulking, hairy elephant creature that the others had written off as imaginary, and he was the only one on Sesame Street willing to believe the creature was real and encouraged the stories.

    “And then,” Big Bird would tell him, “Mr. Snuffleupagus raised his trunk way up high, and blew water all over Susan and Gordon! They thought it was raining!”

    Big Bird laughed at his story of misfortune, but Oscar was only presented with a moral dilemma. Truly the story was amusing, but he couldn’t help but feel sorry for poor Susan and Gordon, who were surely drenched by the beast’s carelessness. Oscar decided he would be polite and say nothing except to tell Big Bird what a good storyteller he was.

    Much had changed about Oscar’s attitude, in particular his attitude towards his surroundings. Where at one time he took pleasure in the mess around him, he soon found himself as disgusted by it as everyone else. And so, he cleaned his trash can from top to bottom, making it sparkle and shine! You never saw a cleaner trash can. For that matter, you never saw a cleaner anything!

    In addition to this, one day Oscar decided his surroundings were too drab and dull for his tastes. He wanted his world to be full of color and life! He called all the neighborhood children together to help him plant a garden that would grow all around his trash can. The children, who had recognized the change in Oscar’s personality, knew that he wasn’t trying to trick them, and so they were more than happy to oblige.

    Oscar and his team of young gardeners planted all sorts of flowers and plants. Peonies of all sorts surrounded his can, perched atop boxes, cans, whatever would bring them up to his level so he could watch them bloom. They had planted climbing vines all along the railing to 123 Sesame Street, and they were coming along nicely.

    Yes, as Bob went about his day, he would notice all that went on over at Oscar’s. And one thing he had noticed, perhaps the most interesting of things, was also the most perplexing to him. Maria, that young Puerto Rican girl of twenty (or so), had been spending a great deal of time hanging around with Oscar as well. Oscar, who had stopped his occasional inappropriate advances on Maria, had instead begun courting her as any gentleman might.

    “Maria,” Oscar told her, presenting her with a beautiful bouquet of roses, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told ya this, but I’ve been a cad!”

    “A cad?” Maria asked. She knew it was true, but didn’t know he knew. She didn’t even know he knew the word to use it!

    “Yeah, a cad!” Oscar said. “But... You’re a princess, Maria. You deserve the very best, and a Grouch would be lucky to be in the same room as ya. I compare ya to the glorious peddles of the rose…”

    Oscar continued on with more sappy stuff like that, making Maria feel uncomfortable… but at the same time flattered and a bit attracted to the newly reformed Grouch. The two soon formed a friendship unmatchable. Oscar dropped everything to be with her, and she dropped everything to come see him. They shared their dreams with one another, their goals, their desires.

    Oscar had definitely changed. He had changed a great deal.
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  12. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    Hmmm ... wonder what this ship would be called...
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  13. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    O-o-o-o-o. Ima just gonna wait for next chapter. Me not sure what me think about this yet, and me wanna encourage the author's continuance of the story to find out. More please? :insatiable:
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  14. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ooh, I like this! It's so strange to see Oscar being nice! I like the concept alot though!

    And hey Ed - you're right, it is sort of like the one I wrote about Cookie Monster. Sigh. I wish I had more time to write these days. At least I have time to read good fics like this though!
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  15. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    :)

    Thank you, kind words.

    I never read the Cookie Monster story. A link, perhaps? :insatiable:

    ... Ship?
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  16. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

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  17. Ship is short for relationship. Anyway can't wait to read what's going to happen next. Will Oscar go back to normal?
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  18. Super Scooter

    Super Scooter New Member

    Chapter 5

    All good things must come to an end…

    What was once a blessing quickly became a curse to the people of Sesame Street. Oscar was once essential to the harmony of the neighborhood. One would have thought a fellow with a sour disposition would be contrary to harmony, but it just wasn’t so…

    One day, Oscar and Maria were sharing a good laugh over some tea when David happened to pass by.

    “Hey, guys,” David greeted the pair. “What’s goin’ on?”

    “Oh, Oscar was just—“ Maria couldn’t explain further without cracking up laughing.

    “I told you it was a good joke!” Oscar laughed along with her.

    “Yeah, sounds hilarious,” David said, without a hint of interest. “Well, come on, Maria, we ought to get going if we’re going to catch that movie.”

    Maria nodded, a bit disappointed that she would have to cut her afternoon with Oscar short, but also really looking forward to the movie. She stood to join David.

    “Maria,” Oscar was upset, “you’re leaving already?”

    “I’m sorry, Oscar. We’ve been planning on seeing this for weeks.”

    “Yeah,” David chimed in, “it’s all about space cheese attacking the planet Koozebane!”

    “But, Maria,” Oscar pleaded, “we were havin’ such fun!”

    “We can continue another time,” she assured him.

    “You said you’d stay for tea,” the dejected Grouch stated.

    “Well…” Maria was very tempted to stay… and David knew it.

    “Wait a minute,” David said, “you’re thinking of staying here with him, aren’t you?”

    “Now, David, I didn’t say that!” Maria started out defensively, but then meekly asked “But, what would you think If Oscar maybe came with us?”

    David was appalled at this suggestion. He hadn’t a moment with Maria since Oscar’s change, and he was tired of it. He was at one time the closest to Maria, and had learned to ignore Oscar’s advances long ago. Well, no more, he thought, and then he stormed off. Maria tried to stop him. “David!” she called out, but he ignored her and just continued on his way. Maria looked back at Oscar.

    “Now you can stay with me,” Oscar said with a huge smile on his face. Maria just shook her head and followed after David. “Maria!” He called after her. “Don’t leave me!” But it was too late. She was already gone.

    ****

    The climbing vines Oscar had planted along 123’s railing had grown wildly out of control. Vines sprawled across the stairs, and were starting to make their way up the front door. This was a terrible nuisance to the residents who without the front door were forced to use… the back one. One morning, as Gordon was taking out his trash, he forgot about this dilemma, and made his way out the front door. He found himself caught in the vines, the thorns of which grabbed onto his shirt and tore his trash bag open, spilling garbage all over the place. Gordon managed to break free of the vines’ grip, and went down to confront Oscar.

    “Oscar,” he stated sternly, “what is all of this?”

    “They’re beautiful, aren’t they Gordon?” He reached over to pet one of its leaves. “I call her Sheila.”

    “Oscar,” Gordon meant business, using the Grouch’s name to start each of his sentences, “I don’t care what you call it; it’s causing problems and it is in everybody’s way.”

    “What?” Oscar was stunned. “How can you say that? This is a thing o’ beauty!”

    “That may be, Oscar, but it doesn’t change the fact that—“

    “What are you suggesting I do, Gordon?” Oscar interrupted. “You want me to rip her outta the ground?”

    “No, of course not,” Gordon told him. “But there is such a thing as pruning. You could cut the vines back a little.”

    “Cut the vines back?” Oscar shouted, shocked at the suggestion. “Never! Not ever! You’re talkin’ about a living thing here!”

    “It won’t be hurt by it,” Gordon said, trying to help Oscar appreciate his view. “I understand that you care about it, Oscar, and I don’t want you to have to get rid of it. But it’s in the way! It has to be fixed!”

    “Fixed? You dare suggest that a beautiful plant such as this could be broken? Just because of the way it grows? Her life is an inconvenience to you, Gordon?”

    “Oscar—“

    “No!” Oscar shouted. “Never! I will not hurt that plant!”

    Oscar turned away from Gordon, crossing his arms. Gordon let out a sigh and gave up. He tied off the hole in his trash bag and went to collect the garbage that was scattered about. Once it was all gathered, he returned to Oscar.

    “Oscar, I’m sorry if I upset you,” He said. “I know this means a lot to you, and I suppose I was just frustrated.”

    “Well, that’s better!” Oscar said, rather smugly.

    “Yeah, well…” Gordon didn’t know what else to say, and instead just offered his garbage over to Oscar. “Here.”

    “What’s this?”

    “My garbage,” said Gordon.

    “And what do you expect me to do with it?”

    “You always take my garbage into your trash can.”

    “I take that filth into my home?” Oscar asked, questioning this obviously mad notion.

    “Of course!” Gordon said, growing more frustrated. “I have trash, this is a trash can, and trash goes in the trash can!”

    “That ‘trash can,’” Oscar growled, “is my home! I ain’t muckin’ it up with that stinky, yucky, miserable trash! Get outta here with it! Do you have any idea how long it took me to clean up the mess that was in here before? Because of people like you?”

    “Now, Oscar—“ Gordon’s intent, aggravated as he was, was to explain simply and rationally, but it was no use.

    “No!” Oscar cut him off. “No! Not one bit o’ that garbage will make it in here! Now, leave me alone!”

    “Oscar—“

    “SCRAM!”

    It was a word not uttered on Sesame Street for days, but to Oscar it was the perfect occasion for it. He slipped down into his home, slamming the lid behind him.

    Gordon was stunned. He couldn’t believe that this was Oscar. He wasn’t old Oscar; he wasn’t even new Oscar anymore. He was a very different creature, a greedy, selfish character. Something had to be done.
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  19. RedPiggy

    RedPiggy Well-Known Member

    SkinnyMushyMuddyshipping!

    Oscariashipping!

    Yeah, IIRC, shipping was invented around the time of Jessie and James of Team Rocket (hence: Rocketshipping ... a pun and a cool way to describe their relationship, and I'm a devoted member, LOL). The concept caught like wildfire all over the internet. Now everything has a ship labeled somewhere.
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  20. Bob should have been more careful when he wished Oscar would became nice.
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