Well, here we are everyone, the first minutes of March 30th. Hmm, what's so special about this day you ask? ...Got me. ...What's this? *reads memo* "Memo to myself: Post fan-fic on March 30th in honor of Lisa's birthday." ...I still don't see what the big- ...Ohhhhh. Well... Yeah, you heard the memo! So, here it is! -~-~-~-~- One! One Chapter! Ah ah ah! "La de da de dum..." Super Grover flew through the endless blue sky. "Oh what a beautiful sunny day," the furry-blue-super-monster said. "Oh, and if that does not remind me of a song, I do not know what will!" Super Grover dove down from his height above the most famous street in the world. Landing, in a crash of course, in a very familiar pile of trash. "Uch!" Super Grover stood up, dusting himself off. "That landing stunk!" The most prominent trash can lid flipped off the tin and a green, fuzzy, Grouch shot up out of it. "Hey!" Oscar shouted. "What do you think you’re doing?!" "Hello there Grouchy," Super Grover addressed the grouchiest Grouch of them all. "It is I, SU-" Super Grover held the sound. "-Per Grover!" "I know who ya are!" Oscar said. "What I want to know is why you’re here!" "Oh! Oh! Very valid question! I am here to sing the opening song!" Super Grover informed him. "Figures..." Oscar muttered. "Well, just leave me out of it!" Oscar retreated back into his home. "Hmm, he forgot to tell me to-" Super Grover began. Oscar shot back out of his can. "Oh, and I almost forgot." "Forgot what, Grouchy?" "SCRAM!" Oscar shouted, going back into his can. Super Grover nodded. "Much better." Super Grover made his way out of the pile of trash, onto the sidewalk. "Now all I need to do is find a phone booth that will suit my outfit changing needs!" Super Grover leaned on a tall green light post. "Hmm, now if I were a telephone booth on Sesame Street, where would I be?" Super Grover asked himself. "Oh! I know! I would be on Sesame Street of course!" While Super Grover pondered this conundrum a small purple speck flew in front of his face. "Hey there, son, I think I can help you with your little problem here," the speck said. "AH!" Super Grover jumped up. "Who was that with the obvious country twang to his voice?!" "I say, it was me son," the speck flew in front of Super Grover’s eyes to catch his attention. "Mayor Twiddlebug’s the name, it’s a pleasure." Super Grover extended his furry, blue finger for the speck to land on. "Mayor Twiddlebug?" Super Grover asked. "Yes’m," the Twiddlebug nodded. "Mayor of Sesame Street, at your service." Mayor Twiddlebug was a rather plump, purple Twiddlebug with a monocle and a top hat. He had a distinguishing banner across his chest that read "Mayor". "Really?" Super Grover asked. "I did not know Sesame Street had a mayor." "Well, ‘mayor’ is sort of an assumed name for the person who holds the deed to the Street," Mayor Twiddlebug told the super monster. Super Grover nodded. "Oh, I see now. But um, you said you knew how to help me find a phone booth?" "Indeed I do," Mayor Twiddlebug flew into the air. "Right over there," he pointed Super Grover down the sidewalk aways. "Oh! I see it now!" Super Grover said. "Thank you very much sir! Until we meet again!" Super Grover took off down the sidewalk. "What a nice, plump little bug." Super Grover made his way down the sidewalk to the phone booth in front of Hooper’s Store. He looked in both directions before stepping inside. "You can never be too careful you know." The phone booth rumbled around as Super Grover grunted inside. The doors to the green phone booth flung open and Grover popped out. "Hello everybodeeeeeee!" he shouted. "Welcome to Sesame Street!" Herry Monster began to drum on a set of metal barrels outside Hooper’s Store as a fanfare of monsters, animals, humans, and whatever joined in the joyous romp. "Sunny day, Sweepin’ the clouds away," Grover started singing. "On my way To where the air Is sweet!" "Can you tell me how to get How to get to Sesame Street?" the gatherers sang. "Come and play," Big Bird joined in. "Everything’s-" "A-okay!" everyone shouted in response. "Friendly neighbor’s there," Bert sang. "That’s where we meet!" Ernie continued. "Can you tell me how to get How to get to Sesame Street?" Prairie Dawn, Zoe, and Rosita sang. "Ah! That’s sewen! Sewen singers! Ah ah ah!" The Count counted with the usual response from the heavens. "It a magic carpet ride!" Cookie Monster sang. "Mmm, tasty carpet..." "Every door will open wide To happy people like you!" Elmo pointed to all his friends. "Happy people like-" Telly started. "What a beautiful-" Herry sang. "Sunny day!" Maria sang, wrapping her arm around Elmo. "Sweepin’ the clouds away," Gordon and Susan sang. "On my way to Where the air is sweet," Bob sang. "Can you tell me how to get," Alan sang from a window in Hooper’s Store, with Baby Bear by his side. "Como llegar a Sesame Street?" Luis added. "How to get to Sesame Street?" Mr. Snuffleupagus sang from the middle of the street, since he couldn’t fit in amongst the crowd. "How to get to Sesame Street," Gabi and Miles sang mixed in with a pack of chickens and penguins. "Brawk bagawk bawk-" "Wack wha whack wack!" Hoots the Owl flew down and landed on top of the phone booth. "Da ba dee da doo doo!" he scatted before blowing on his saxophone. "How to get to Sesame Street!" Gina sang, bouncing her new baby Marco in her arms. Oscar had finally had enough and came out of his can, halting the music instantly. "Hey! HEY!" he shouted. "Why do you need to know how to get to Sesame Street?!" he shouted. "You’re already there!" All of the singers exchanged glances of confusion. "Um, may I?" Grover asked. "By all means," Gordon said. "It is very simple Grouchy!" Grover told Oscar. "Oh yeah? How so?" "We just needed something to sing about, of course!" Grover grinned. "Of course!" everyone agreed as the music resumed. "How to get to-" they started the final line. "Sesame Street!" a tall man in a business suit threw his arms out to his sides. "Finally! You don’t know how hard it is to find this place! Every time you ask someone how to get here they break out into song!" Everyone began to disperse towards the business suit man. Elmo being the quickest and most persistent. "Um, excuse Elmo," the furry red monster tugged at the man’s coat. "But Elmo would like to be the first to welcome you to Sesame Street!" Business suit man stared down at the monster. "Right," he muttered. "Excuse me sir," he addressed Gordon. "You don’t seem to be childish, discolored, fuzzy, feathered, or a large, shaggy, elephant-like creature." Gordon rose his eyebrows. "Uh, well yes, I’m not any of those things, not that there’s anything wrong with any of those things. You see we accept every-" "Good, yeah, fill me in on your Nobel Peace Prize-worthy mission statement later," business suit man cut Gordon off. "Just tell me where I might find the deed holder of this street and I’ll be on my way." "Now just a second here-" Gordon started again. "Do not fret Gordon," Grover said. "I know exactly what you are going to say. ‘I did not even know Sesame Street had a mayor with a deed’. Correct? Well! That is where I, cute, furry, adorable Grover comes in!" Everyone looked to the monster. "Grover," Big Bird said. "Do you know who has the deed?" "Of course I do, my fine-feathered-friendly-fowl!" Grover smiled. "It is Mayor Twiddlebug of course!" "Mayor Twiddlebug?" the crowd asked in unison. "You rang?" the purple speck that was Mayor Twiddlebug flew down into the crowd. As the bug landed on the asphalt of the street the crowd bent down to stare at him. "That’s Mayor Twiddlebug?" Maria squinted. "Of course my dear lady," he tipped his hat to her. "Strange that someone of my stature could look this good, hmm?" "But... But he es muy pequeño!" Rosita shouted. "Yeah, and he’s really small too!" Zoe chimed in. "Well... small isn’t a bad thing, necessarily," Telly said. Prairie Dawn nodded. "I know I believe in little things." "Like little cookies!" Cookie Monster declared. "Small or not," business suit man pushed his way through the crowd. "He holds the deed to Sesame Street." "Indeed I do," Mayor Twiddlebug nodded. "How did you get the deed to Sesame Street?" Bob asked. "Well, you see, I-" "No time for bedtime stories," business suit man interrupted the mayor. "I’ll take the deed now, mister Twiddlebug." "Oh, you’re the man I spoke to over the phone," Mayor Twiddlebug nodded. "How can a Twiddlebug hold a phone?" Ernie whispered to Bert. "Shh!" Bert scolded. "Yes, I am," business suit man said. "Now, my deed, if you please." "Hold on here," Maria stepped forward. "Just what do you think makes it your deed?" "It is his my dear," Mayor Twiddlebug flew up to business suit man’s shoulder. "He is the rightful heir to Sesame Street." "Heir?" Herry asked. Elmo took a deep breath. "Is what you breath!" "No, no," Alan said. "Heir, as in, rightful owner..." "Meaning..." Bob whispered. "That Sesame Street belongs to me, and will be a parking lot by the end of the month." The crowd gasped and shrieked. "Just who do you think you are?" Susan asked, furiously. "Me?" business suit man asked. "My name is Alex Hooper."