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Sesame Street Fan-Fic: Street Smarts

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by theprawncracker, Mar 30, 2007.

  1. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    I’m Chapter Eight, and I’m Here to State, That the Number of Chapters Totals Eight

    Ernie dragged Bert by his wrist, pulling him to Hooper’s Store. "Ernie, what is going on?" Bert asked angrily.

    "I’m not sure," Ernie said. "But I overheard Miles rushing his parents over to Hooper’s for something big, so I figured we should go check it out."

    "Ugh," Bert groaned. "I don’t know how I keep up with you sometimes, Ernie."

    Ernie and Bert arrived at Hooper’s behind a growing crowd of Muppets and humans alike. Ernie tapped Gina on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me Gina, but what’s all the hub-bub about?" Ernie asked.

    Gina shrugged with her baby Marco in her arms. "Your guess is as good as anyone else’s. Telly was running up and down the whole street shouting about something big at Hooper’s. So we figured we all should be here."

    "Oh, okay," Ernie said. "See Bert, it’s not just me who doesn’t know what’s going on. It’s everyone."

    "Yeah," Bert said. "And it looks like everyone is here too."

    Kermit stepped out of Hooper’s Store in his newscaster garb, and his mouth instantly fell open. Miles and Gabi rushed over to him. Kermit turned to the couple and began stuttering. "I thought you said you were just telling your parents?" he said, his voice getting higher with his stress level.

    "We thought so too," Miles said. "Obviously someone can’t keep a secret." He looked accusingly at Gabi.

    "Me?" she asked, offended. "I didn’t tell anyone but my mom and dad!"
    "Yeah, well me either!" Miles said.

    "And I only told Telly," Kermit said. "Oh, and Alan, to get permission to use the store. I guess Baby Bear and Cookie Monster were in the store at the time. Uh, and Gladys might have been walking outside when I was talking about it."

    Gabi and Miles looked at each other, then back at Kermit. The frog shrugged innocently. "Word travels fast on this street."

    The crowd chattering around Hooper’s Store confirmed Kermit’s observation. "Well, do you still want to go on with it?" Kermit asked. Miles and Gabi nodded. "Oh good. Now go inside Hooper’s and come out when I give the signal."

    "What’s the signal?" Gabi asked.

    "Trust me, you can’t miss it." Kermit pushed them off into the store. "Alright Telly, are you ready?" Kermit asked the monster.

    Tell walked up next to Kermit. "Yes sir, mister Kermit, sir. But are you sure you want me operating the camera?"

    Kermit smirked. "Telly, we’re not really going to be filming," Kermit said. "Just make it look like it."

    Telly scratched his head. "Okay..." Telly walked off in front of Kermit, who straightened his hat on top his head.

    "Alright, mister director, that’s your cue," Kermit whispered.

    Grover ran out in front of Kermit carrying a Styrofoam cup of coffee and a clapboard. On top of the furry, blue monster’s head was a fedora hat. "QUIET ON THE SET!" Grover shouted. The crowd ceased their chatter as Grover continued. "Sesame Street Newsflash sketch! ACTION!" Grover clapped the clapboard and stayed in front of the camera.

    Telly began to "film", and Kermit frowned at Grover. "Grover, get out of the shot!" Kermit whispered.

    "Oh, right, sorry Froggy baby. I just get so confused about when I am supposed to-"

    "Just get off!" Kermit whispered harshly. Grover darted off, splattering coffee everywhere.

    "Are we on?" Kermit asked.

    "You told me not to record!" Telly said.

    Kermit scrunched up his face. "I think I also told you not to tell anyone I told you not to record."

    The crowd was utterly baffled. Kermit shook off the confusion and regained his reporter smile. "Hi-ho everyone! Kermit the Frog here, your on the street newscaster here live in front of Hooper’s Store where everyone is waiting for a big announcement to be made. Just what that announcement is, is what I’m here to find out. By asking randomly selected members of our audience, I, Kermit the Frog, will know just what this announcement is."

    Kermit reached out into the audience and pulled up Herry Monster. "Hi-ho there sir, would you like to tell us just what this big announcement is?"

    Herry scratched his head. "Well, gee, I would if I knew what the announcement was."

    "Oh," Kermit said. "Well, I honestly saw that coming, next!" he shouted.

    He grabbed Oscar out of the audience and put him on the spot. "Hi-ho sir, do you know what this big announcement is?"

    Oscar stared at the frog. "You aren’t serious, are you?"

    "Of course I am, sir, this is no laughing matter," Kermit said. He pushed the microphone to Oscar’s mouth.

    Oscar pushed it away. "I don’t know what the crummy announcement is. Can I go now?"

    "Yup." Kermit pushed Oscar back into the audience. "Alright folks, who’s next? Oh! You there!" Kermit walked out into the audience, Telly followed him with the camera.

    Kermit stopped next to Susan and Gordon. "You two, you’ll do." He pushed them up to the "stage", then walked over to Maria and Luis. "Oh, and you two too... tutu?" he asked the camera.

    Zoe did a ballet step into the shot. "I’m ready for my close up mister DeVille!"

    Kermit frowned. "Yeah, well we’re not," Kermit said. Luis and Maria made their way next to Susan and Gordon.

    "Kermit, what is this all about?" Gordon asked.

    "Why, the announcement, of course!" Kermit said.

    "What about the announcement?" Luis asked.

    "What is it?" Kermit asked.

    Maria groaned. "We don’t know, Kermit," she said. "Gabi just told us to come down here to hear it."

    "Yeah, and Miles told us the same," Susan said.

    "Miles and Gabi?" Kermit asked, loudly, waiting. Nothing happened. "Miles and Gabi, you say?" Kermit said louder, still waiting. Kermit grunted. "I think that this is our signal to move on!" he shouted.

    "Oh!" Miles and Gabi’s voices said from inside Hooper’s. The two of them came running out in front of the store, standing in between their sets of parents. "Hi Kermit," they both said in unison.

    "Hi-ho kids." Kermit smiled. "Now, can you tell us just what this big announcement is?"

    Miles and Gabi grinned nervously. Miles bent down to Kermit. "I thought you were going to handle this?" he whispered.

    "I’m winging it!" Kermit said apologetically.

    "What are we supposed to do?" Miles asked.

    Kermit shrugged. "Wing it."

    Miles stood back up straight. "Uh, well, mom, pop, you see, Gabi and me..."

    "Miles and I, well, we sorta..." Gabi started.

    Kermit tapped his foot impatiently. "What they’re trying to say is-"

    Elmo popped up next to Kermit. "Miles and Gabi love each other very, very much!" the furry red monster said.

    All was silent. Kermit gulped, as did Miles and Gabi, Telly couldn’t keep the camera steady, because he was shaking so much, and Grover spat out his coffee. "Blech! No sugar!" Grover said. "Oh, sorry, go on."

    "Mom, pop-" Miles said.

    "Mommy, papi-" Gabi said.

    "I’m not going with you," they both said. They were getting good at this unison thing.

    All four adults stared at their children, dumbfounded. "We... well..." Maria tried to say something. "We knew you two were together, but-"

    "You did?" Kermit, Miles, and Gabi all asked at once, in the same tone.

    "Well yes, it’s obvious," Susan said. "And we have women’s intuition."
    "Hey!" Luis and Gordon said.

    "Well, some of us do," Maria said.

    "But, not going with us?" Gordon asked. "Where are you going, then?"

    "We’re going to start our own lives, pop." Miles put his arm around Gabi, protectively.

    "What money do you plan to use for this?" Susan asked.

    "We’ve both saved up from working at Hooper’s, Mrs. Robinson," Gabi said, purposely not calling her "Susan".

    Maria, Luis, Gordon, and Susan exchanged glances. Elmo waited next to Kermit, and Telly kept the camera on the action at all times. "Well... there’s just one problem," Gordon sighed.

    "What’s that, pop?" Miles asked.

    "Who’s gonna take the back seat in the Volkswagen?" Gordon smiled.

    Cookie Monster popped up. "You in luck Gordon! Me looking for place to move!"

    "Oh..." Gordon said. "Good." He forced a smile.

    Sesame Street, as a whole, laughed.
  2. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <GLOMPAGE!>

    The CROWD! The ANNOUNCEMENT! ELMO! KERMIT! MILES! GABI! WOMEN'S INTUITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BACKSEAT OF THE VOLKSWAGON! COOKIE!

    MORE PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  3. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Fanfare plays for eight vonderful chapters! Oh Prawny... This was just so goooooooood! Please, post more!
  4. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    YIPPEE!!! That was fantastic,Ry!!:excited:
    And I liked that "womens' intuition" thing too.;)
  5. Fragglemuppet

    Fragglemuppet Well-Known Member

    I think Lisa's pretty much summed it up. Loved the "woman's intuition". Poor Gordon and Luis!
    :smirk:

    More please!
  6. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Awww, so cute Miles and Gabi being together and so cute that their parents knew! Loved everything about Kermit breaking the news and I especially love Gordon's comment about having the backseat open of the Volkswagon. Of course, I don't like that everyone is leaving but I know there's more story to come so we'll see what happens next I guess. Meaning...MORE PLEASE!
  7. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Oh Baby, Make the Sun Shine For Me, Oh Baby, Chapter Nine is by Me

    The excitement ceased after a while, and everyone resumed their packing, and Street residents slowly began to trickle away.

    A line of taxi cabs filled the street and everyone was hesitant about getting in any of them, knowing where it would take them away from. Friends, family, their home. Gone, perhaps forever.

    The first taxi driver honked the horn. "C’mon, the meter’s runnin’!" he shouted out the window.

    A group sigh filled the air as one of them would have to get into that cab. Bob took the first step towards the car and opened the door. He set his suitcase inside, and Telly handed Bob his.

    Everyone watching had tears welling up in their eyes. Bob turned around and looked out at his friends. "Well everybody... I... I guess this is-"

    "Don’t say goodbye, Bob," Susan said. "It sounds too permanent."

    Bob smiled, hugging Susan. "Until we meet again," he said.

    Gordon, Luis, Maria, Alan, Gina, Grover, Cookie Monster, and Rosita all shared hugs with Bob. Then it was Big Bird’s turn.

    Bob looked up at the six-year old, grinning as always. Big Bird smiled down at Bob as well. "I’ll miss you, Bob," Big Bird said quietly.

    "I’ll miss you too, Big Bird," Bob said. "But, like Susan said, this isn’t forever. I’ll come visit you at your Granny Bird’s, I promise."

    Big Bird sniffed. "Thanks Bob," he said between tears. "I’m really gonna miss you."

    "Me too Big Bird." Bob embraced Big Bird. "Me too."

    Big Bird hugged Bob back as more tears filled the eyes of the spectators. "I love you Bob," Big Bird said.

    "I love you too Big Bird," Bob said.

    Telly, meanwhile, was hugging Elmo, Zoe, Rosita, Prairie Dawn, and everybody. Baby Bear came up to him and smiled. "Well, Telly, I... I guess this is it," Baby Bear said, not making eye contact.

    "Yeah," Telly sighed. "I’m gonna miss you pal."

    "Me too, Telly, me too," Baby Bear said. He reached out and hugged Telly.

    Suddenly, Oscar popped out of his trash can. "Hey! Telly!" Oscar shouted.

    Telly looked over at Oscar. "Yeah, Oscar?"

    "You’re leavin’?" Oscar asked.

    Telly nodded. "Yeah, I am Oscar."

    "Oh," Oscar said softly. "Well... well fine! Get lost, Telly! Scram!" Oscar shouted.

    Telly smiled. "I’ll miss you too, Oscar."

    "Hey, I never said I’d miss you!" Oscar said.

    "But I still know you will," Telly replied.

    Oscar lowered his eyebrow. "Yeah? So what?"

    A light chuckle came from a few of the street dwellers watching. "Bye Oscar," Telly said.

    "Yeah, good riddance." Oscar waved Telly into the taxi.

    "Bye everybody," Bob said, getting into the taxi behind Telly.

    "Bye Bob," everyone said.

    As the first taxi pulled away, everyone waved to Bob and Telly, who waved back sadly.

    The next taxi pulled up. "That’s one," the Count whispered. "One taxi gone..."

    Kermit sighed. "I think this is my ride, everybody," the frog said. He opened up the taxi door and tossed in his suitcase. "Well... I’m sorry that... that my visit wasn’t during better circumstances."

    "So are we, Kermit," Susan said. "We’ll miss you."

    "I’ll miss you all too, it won’t be the same... not... not having you here." Kermit looked down at the pavement.

    "Frog?" Cookie Monster asked. "You got cookies where you going?"

    Kermit smiled. "Yes, yes I do."

    "Oh, good," Cookie Monster said. "‘Cause me planning on coming to visit. But only if you have cookies."

    Kermit smiled. "I look forward to it."

    "Thank you Kermit," Big Bird said quietly.

    "Bye green frog," Elmo sniffed.

    "Yeah," Oscar mumbled.

    Grover was kicking around a small pebble on the street with his foot, concentrating on that, and not Kermit, just like every time Kermit left.

    "Grover?" Kermit asked the monster.

    "Y-Yes, Froggy baby?" Grover asked.

    "You can come visit, anytime you want," Kermit said.

    Grover looked up. "You mean it?"

    "Of course."

    Grover rushed over and practically tackled Kermit into a hug. "Oh, thank you Froggy babieeeee!" Grover cried.

    Kermit hugged his old friend back. "I tell you that every time I visit," Kermit said.

    "I know," Grover said, still hugging. "But it just means so much."

    Grover finally let Kermit go, and Kermit finally let Grover go. "Well, everybody, I need to get back for rehearsal."

    "Hey, Kermit," Miles said. "Thanks."

    Everyone nodded. "That’s the general feeling," Gordon said. "Thank you Kermit, for everything."

    "No." Kermit shook his head. "Thank you. All of you, for making this the greatest street in the world."

    "We couldn’t have done it without you, frog," Oscar said.

    Kermit smiled. "Bye everyone," he said, getting into the taxi.

    "Bye Kermit."

    The taxi pulled away, and the third one pulled up. "Two, two taxis gone."

    Prairie Dawn and her mother took the next taxi, then Rosita and her abuela. Next it was Elmo’s family’s turn to leave.

    Elmo hugged everyone, then stopped at Zoe. "Um, Elmo?" Zoe said. "I... I have something for you."

    Elmo nodded. "Elmo has something to give Zoe, too."

    Zoe pulled out a rock in both her hands, cradling it gently. "Elmo, I- I want you to have Rocko."

    "Really?" Elmo asked. "Well, well, Elmo wants Zoe to have Elmo’s blanket." Elmo handed Zoe a blue cotton blanket.

    "But- but Elmo," Zoe gasped. "This is your absolute favorite thing in the world."

    Elmo shook his head. "No, Sesame Street is Elmo’s absolute favorite thing in the world, and Zoe is too." Elmo smiled.

    Zoe took the blanket, and Elmo took the rock. "Bye Zoe," Elmo sniffed.

    "Bye Elmo." Zoe waved.

    The taxi pulling Elmo and his mother pulled away from Sesame Street.

    "Five, five taxis."

    Zoe was the next to leave with her family, then Gina and Marco, then Herry and Alan, then the Bear family.

    "Nine, nine taxis..."

    Ernie and Bert stood at the door of the tenth taxi, staring. "We... we have to get in, Ernie," Bert finally said.

    "But I don’t want to, Bert," Ernie said softly.

    Bert put his arm on Ernie’s back. "None of us do, Ernie," Bert said. "But we don’t have a choice."

    Ernie nodded and squeaked his Rubber Duckie. "Rubber Duckie says he’s gonna miss Sesame Street," Ernie said.

    "He’s not the only one," Bert sighed.

    The two friends got into the tenth taxi and tried not to look back.

    "Well, there’s only one more taxi left," Maria said.

    "Is it- is it Grover’s taxi?" Grover asked quietly from his seat on the stoop.
    "I’m afraid so Grover," Gordon said.

    Grover let out a heavy sigh. "But I do not want to leave..."

    "None of us want to leave, Grover," Susan said. "But it’s just something that we have to do."

    "But- but I will miss everyone," Grover said. "Big Bird, and Elmo, and you Gordon and Susan and Maria and Luis, and Oscar, and Froggy baby and my mommy!"

    "Grover, you can come visit all of us, you know," Susan said.

    "Yeah, anytime you want," Luis said.

    Grover sniffed. "I know... it’s just... not the same."

    "Grover?" Big Bird asked.

    "Yes, Big Bird?"

    "I’ll miss you," Big Bird said.

    "And I will miss you too, Big Bird."

    Grover and Big Bird hugged. Then Grover stared down the taxi cab. "You know... I will always think of Sesame Street as our street," Grover said. "No matter what happens to it."

    Everyone left on Sesame Street nodded. Including Oscar, who watched from his trash can.

    "Long ago, not so very long ago
    The world was different, oh yes it was," Grover sang.

    "We settled down and we made a street and made it live
    And we watched it grow it was our street," Gordon and Susan sang.

    "Time goes by, and time brings changes, we change, too
    Nothing comes that we can’t handle, so on we go," Maria and Luis sang.

    "Never see it coming, when the world caves in on you
    On our street, nothing we can do," Oscar sang the surprisingly touchy verse.

    "Main street isn’t main street anymore
    The lights don’t shine as brightly as the shone before
    To tell the truth the lights don’t shine at all
    On our street," Big Bird, Oscar, Susan, Gordon, Maria, Luis, The Count, Cookie Monster, Oscar, and Grover sang.

    "Sun comes up each morning, just like its always done," Big Bird sang.

    "Get up, go to work, start the day
    Open up for business that’s never gonna come," Maria sang sadly.

    "As the world rolls by a million miles away." Grover sniffed.

    "Main street isn’t main street anymore
    No one seems to need us like they did before
    It’s hard to find a reason left to stay
    But it’s our street we love it anyway."

    Miles and Gabi stepped out of the apartment holding hands, this time not having to hide anything, but coming in at the wrong time.

    "Come what may... to our street." Everyone gulped, holding back what was left of their tears.

    "I... I need to go," Grover said quietly. "G- goodbye everybo- everyone."

    The tears fell. And the eleventh and final taxi pulled away from Sesame Street.
  8. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Weeps.>

    That... is all.

    No. It isn't.

    ...Yes. It is.

    .....<GROUP HUG FOR ALL READERS!!!!!!! ...AND THE WRITER! AND CHARACTERS!>

    More please.
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Weeps with Toga. Noooooooo! You can't do this Prawn! Especially after Grover gave Kermit what amounted to your basic glomping. You have to save the street somehow, you can't let this happen! We won't stand for it!
    Fozzie: So where do you usually go?
    Statler and Waldorf: To the theater, but we can't get away from you there either.

    So post more story... And get the family back together again!
  10. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    Oh Prawnie!:cry: :cry: You can't just leave it this way!!Please (when you get a chance) post more!!
  11. ISNorden

    ISNorden Active Member

    :cry: Oh...my...gods. Last time I cried this hard over a Sesame Street story, Big Bird was passing out drawings to his friends and wondering why Mr. Looper, ummm, Hooper couldn't get his.
  12. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    *Tears* That was so sad, but beautifully written Ryan. I have to know what happens next, please don't leave it this way!
  13. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Guys, guys, it is NOT over, don't worry gang, happy ending's coming... later. :p
  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yeah... But that's no excuse to not nag you and get more story posted! So, more story please?
  15. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    The Ten Chapters of Smarts

    Gordon locked the door to the apartment.

    Susan let tears slip down her cheeks.

    Cookie Monster wanted to devour the cookie in his hand.

    His stomach wouldn’t let him.

    Cookie Monster laid the cookie down on the doorstep.

    Cookie Monster, Susan, and Gordon drove the Volkswagen away.

    -~-~-~-~-

    Luis locked the Fix-It Shop.

    Maria cradled a toaster in her arms, the tears falling from her face.

    Luis wrapped his arms around Maria’s shoulder.

    Maria and Luis walked away.

    -~-~-~-~-

    The basketball shot through the rickety old hoop.

    Gabi picked up the ball, and handed it to Miles.

    Miles took the ball, and looked at Gabi.

    Gabi looked back at Miles.

    They both looked at Sesame Street.

    They both cried.

    -~-~-~-~-

    The yellow Volkswagen pulled away.

    The flat-bed truck followed.

    A bus came and took Gabi and Miles.

    Big Bird stood with a little blonde girl at his side, grasping his hand. Big Bird cradled Radar in his other hand, his suitcase lying at his feet.

    "They’re gone," Big Bird said, choking back tears.

    The little girl nodded slowly. "We’re going to be gone soon too."

    Big Bird sniffed back his tears. "I don’t want to go."

    "Neither do I," the little girl said, holding Big Bird’s hand forever if she had to.
    "Wanna take a walk, Big Bird?" she asked.

    Big Bird nodded and laid Radar down next to his suitcase. The two of them walked away from 123 Sesame Street. They walked slowly, hand in hand, down the sidewalk.

    They walked past the alley where picnic tables and a basketball court were set up. "I- that’s a fun spot," Big Bird said softly. The little girl nodded.

    They walked past Gina’s veterinarian office. "That’s where Gina works- worked, and took care of sick animals." Big Bird pointed out.

    "She helped my parakeet one time," the little girl whispered.

    They came to Hooper’s Store, and Big Bird had to stop. He watched a plastic bag that was stuck under a fruit stand blow in the evening wind. "I’ve never seen Hooper’s without any fruit or vegetables out front," the little girl said.

    Big Bird sighed. "Neither have I." Big Bird looked down at his feet at the dust pavement. "And I’ve never seen the front of the store unswept."

    The two of them stood there, silently, looking down at their feet.

    "Big Bird?" the girl asked.

    "Yes, Caroll?"

    "My feet aren’t going anywhere," she said.

    Big Bird’s grin returned to his face. "Neither are mine."

    The little girl giggled and Big Bird laughed. "C’mon Caroll, let’s keep going."

    They did, passing the Fix-It Shop (You know, it was the Mail-It Shop for a second"), the park, Charlie’s Restaurant ("It’s a wonder they stayed open, with Grover working there and all"), The Furry Arms Hotel, Birdland, and the rest of Sesame Street.

    The two of them made their way back to 123 Sesame Street, stopping next to the familiar light post. The street lamp had yet to light, but it was about that time.

    Big Bird and Caroll held hands for awhile, just standing quietly, Big Bird’s free hand caressing the lamp post. "You know, of all the things in the world," Big Bird said. "There’s none that can beat Sesame Street."

    Oscar the Grouch loudly shot out of his can. "Ding-dong, you’re wrong," Oscar shouted. "I know someplace that beats this crummy place any day!"

    Big Bird and Caroll looked at each other, as if asking if that was even possible. "Oh yeah," Big Bird said. "Where, Oscar?"

    "New Jersey," Oscar said.

    "New Jersey?" Big Bird and Caroll asked.

    "Did I stutter, ya big turkey?" Oscar asked.

    "How could New Jersey be better than Sesame Street, Oscar?" Big Bird asked.

    "Easy," Oscar said. "New Jersey doesn’t have you!" Oscar shouted.

    Big Bird looked down at his feet, not hurt by Oscar’s comment, he knew he didn’t mean it. "Yeah," Big Bird said softly. "And after today, neither will Sesame Street."

    "Yeah, well... pretty soon, there won’t even be a Sesame Street!" Oscar said, hurting himself with his comment.

    Big Bird sniffed, Caroll patted his side. "Don’t cry, Big Bird, it’ll be okay."

    "I know, Caroll, I know," Big Bird smiled. "And shouldn’t you be getting back home?" he asked.

    Caroll nodded, gave Big Bird a hug, then ran off towards her home.

    "There’s something else I won’t miss about this place, cute kids," Oscar said.
    Big Bird sighed and sat down on the steps in front of 123 Sesame Street. "You know Oscar, of all the places here on Sesame Street, I think this is my favorite."

    "Eh, what’s so great about some crummy old stoop, anyway?" Oscar grumbled.

    "It’s not the stoop," Big Bird said. "It’s the steps."

    "The steps?" Oscar asked.

    Big Bird nodded. "They’ve seen so much through the years."

    "They’re steps, feather face!" Oscar shouted. "They can’t see."

    "Sure they can, Oscar," Big Bird said. "And if they could talk, wow, just imagine the stories they could tell."

    "Stories? Like what?" Oscar asked.

    "If these steps could talk
    I wonder what they’d say
    Perhaps- ‘please sit and rest awhile
    Before you go away.’

    "They’d say, ‘I’m glad to see you
    Please stay and sing a song
    Or read a book, or tell a joke
    And I will laugh along.’

    "If these steps could talk
    They’d say ‘I’m always here
    And though you may not notice me
    You’ll know that I am near

    "‘And when you sit upon me
    I’m happy as can be’
    That’s what I think
    These steps would say if they could talk to me," Big Bird sang to Oscar.

    Oscar, who nodded a rare, gentle nod, said, "Yeah, I think I see what you’re gettin’ at there." He looked down at the steps, then up at Big Bird and began to sing. "If these steps could talk
    I think that they would say
    ‘I’ve always been right here for you
    Each step of the way.’

    "They’d say ‘I’ve seen so many things
    As seasons come and go
    I’ve seen neighbors become friends
    And I’ve watched the children grow.’

    "If these steps could talk
    They’d say ‘throughout the years
    I’ve seen you laugh and share and smile
    I’ve even seen some tears

    "‘I am just so grateful
    For all the things I see’
    That’s what I think these steps would say
    If they could talk to me," Oscar sang, surprisingly heartfelt.

    "‘And the people on the Street
    Are like my family’
    That’s what I think these steps would say
    If they could talk to me," Oscar and Big Bird sang together.

    Oscar looked down. "Well- ya know, turkey lips, you’re right, these steps are pretty special."

    Big Bird nodded. "So many memories here."

    Oscar nodded as well. "I’d like to start up a conversation with these steps here, if I could."

    "Me too, Oscar," Big Bird said. "Me too."

    Oscar realized the moment was getting to sentimental for his liking, and shook it off. "Uh, hey there feather face, don’t you have a bus to catch? You know, to get to your granny’s?" Oscar asked.

    Big Bird sighed. "Yeah, thanks for looking out for me Oscar." Big Bird stood up from the steps.

    "Yeah, well, don’t get used to it," Oscar said.

    Big Bird picked up his suitcase and Radar, he then turned around and smiled that huge, unbreakable smile at Oscar the Grouch. "Don’t worry," Big Bird said. "I already am."

    As Big Bird walked away, the street light flickered on.
  16. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    The STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS!

    I'm... I'm gonna go cuddle my teddies for a while.

    This is so awesome, Prawnie... Love that Maria was holding a toaster, and Cookie with the cookie... some things just... I LOVE the street light... and if these steps could talk...

    MORE PLEASE!
  17. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    snif....snif....:cry: :cry:
    Prawnie...you're killing me here!! This story better start getting happier soon!
  18. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ryan you tearjerker you. Big Bird and Oscar singing together! And being the last ones on Sesame Street! And how I loved that the little girl's name was Caroll! This story is so heartwrenching but it is so wonderful! Ok, I've got more tissues, bring on some more!
  19. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Loved it, everybody else already said what I wanted... Mooooooore pleeeeeeeease!
  20. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    It’s a Lovely Eleven Chapter!

    The self-proclaimed cute, furry blue feet splashed in the shallow puddles as they darted through the alley.

    Grover panted as his feet carried his soaking body through the downpour. The rain running down his body as his body ran down the narrow alleyway.

    Grover looked behind him quickly, the shadow following him around every corner. He picked up speed in the dark night inside the dimly lit alley.

    He prepared to round a corner at full speed, but slipped and collided into a bunch of trash cans. Grover quickly shot back up and continued sprinting away from the shadow behind him.

    Fear ran through Grover’s body like never before, fear of what was behind him, fear of what lay ahead of him in the unfamiliar alley, fear of what would happen if what was behind him caught him at what was in front of him.

    Why, oh why did I let the taxi driver drop me off here, of all places, Grover thought to himself.

    This, obviously, was not where he was supposed to be.

    Sesame Street was where he was supposed to be. Sesame Street was where everyone was supposed to be. And they were not there.

    Which is why things like this were happening to Grover, and why things like this, or so Grover thought, would happen to everyone else.

    Grover continued running down the seemingly endless chain of alleys. There were no exits to the main streets, and no entrances into buildings, or if there were any, Grover’s eyes weren’t seeing them.

    The shadow continued to chase Grover, and Grover continued to grow more and more exhausted after every step.

    Silently, Grover wondered if the shadow was becoming as tired as he was.

    A fence.

    Grover slid to a stop on the wet surface.

    There was a fence blocking the path.

    Grover quickly turned around, watching for the shadow. It rounded the previous corner, and Grover watched as it began to slowly walk towards him.

    Either the rain was pounding extremely hard around Grover’s head, or his heart beat was up to his ears. It grew faster as the shadow grew closer.

    Grover slid down to the soaking surface, leaning against the fence. The shadow came closer. Closer.

    Grover pulled his knees up to his chest, his pink nose resting between his two knees. The shadow was no more than a few steps away.

    Grover shut his eyes tightly. "I want my mommy!" he shouted in the moment of peril.

    The rain stopped.

    Grover felt something on his side, and something wet on his cheek, but it wasn’t rain.

    Grover opened his eyes, and looked down at his side. A tiny puppy stood on his back feet with his front paws on Grover’s side, licking the monster’s face.

    "Oh, hello there," Grover said to the puppy. "You scared old Grover!"

    Grover picked up the puppy and held it in front of him. The puppy had a cute little black nose, with two cute little black eyes, a brown head with a white snout, two cute little black ears, a black torso, four teeny little brown legs with four teeny little white feet attached, and a cute, furry black tail.

    "What is your name?" Grover asked the puppy. "My name is Grover."

    The puppy seemed to smile at Grover, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his tail wagging rapidly.

    "Hmm," Grover said. "You do not have a collar, do you? So, you do not have an owner? Or a home?"

    The puppy whimpered slightly, then returned to its perky disposition.

    Grover smiled. "Aw, you are so cute. Like me, I am so cute too. You know, we would make a good team, you and I. I am cute, you are cute, and neither of us have-" Grover stopped himself.

    The puzzled puppy looked at Grover. Grover sighed. "I cannot keep anything from those cute, little eyes," Grover said. "Neither of us have homes either, little puppy."

    The puppy began to bounce wildly. He lunged forward and began to lick Grover’s face all over. Grover rolled on the wet ground, laughing. "Oh, oh, stop it, please. I am so ticklish!"

    The puppy retreated to Grover’s chest, standing, wagging his tail and panting.

    Grover pushed himself up on his elbows. "You are certainly a spunky little fellow," he said. The puppy barked back in response. "Well, little puppy, would you like to come with furry, old Grover, and be his friend?"

    The puppy nodded and barked again. Grover grinned. "Oh, good. Just what I love to hear," Grover said. "Now, um, what should your name be... oh!" Grover shouted. "I know, I will call you Scruffy!" Grover said, picking up the puppy and standing up. "My Scruffy puppy and me." Grover giggled. "What a cute pair we make."

    The monster and the puppy walked out of the alley through an exit to the main streets, right next to the fence.

    -~-~-~-~-~-

    Hoots fluttered down in front of Birdland. He sighed, his sax hanging down over his neck, and shook his head. "Man, it just ain’t right. What is a hip, happenin’ bird like me, supposed to do on these cool nights? Without my Birdland, I’m nothin’!"

    The owl sighed one last time, looked up at the nightclub, and flew off into the night sky.

    The stars above Hoots twinkled in the night. "Well, at least I still got the stars lookin’ out for me." He looked down at the street below him, all the lights off. "Man, this place used to look great after dark, all the street lights on, makin’ it look real cool. But now..."

    Hoots looked ahead of him, trying not to think of all his friends that had left. But still, he found himself looking down at the once-happiest street in the world below him.

    His concentration on the street quickly broke, as a bolt of lightning crashed down a few miles ahead of him. Hoots tilted his head. "That’s weird," he said. "The skies are clear. Where’d that lightning come from?"

    Hoots decided to fly down to where the lightning crashed, he descended down and heard the incessant counting of one, one Transylvanian immigrant.

    "Four thousand, five hundred, and sewenty eight stars! Four thousand, five hundred, and sewenty nine stars!" The Count counted, pointing up at each star. "Ah ah ah!" The thunder and lightning crashed around Hoots.

    The hip Owl laughed, landing on the castle’s balcony. "Hey there my cool, countin’ cat," Hoots said to the Count. "What’s shakin’, baby?"

    "My cat, Fatatita, every time I count," the Count said. "She has an awful fear of thunder and lightning."

    Hoots laughed again. "Man, it’s so good to see a familiar face that stuck around here."

    "Of course I stayed," the Count said. "I could not leave my castle, and someone has to vatch ower the street below us."

    Hoots nodded. "Cool baby, that’s a good thing you’re doin’."

    The Count nodded. "I have nothing better to do," he said. "Besides count, of course, vhich I can do vhile vatching the street."

    Hoots chuckled. "That’s right man," he said. "These stars sure do make some great countin’, and some great songs."

    The Count looked up at the stars, so did Hoots. "Vould you like to count them with me?"

    Hoots shrugged. "Sure, why not. Maybe we could make a song out of it."
    "Oh, quite," said the Count.

    "Hey, I’ve got a question though, before we start countin’," Hoots said.
    "Vhat vould that be?" the Count asked.

    "What’re you doin’ up so late, man?" Hoots asked. "I’m an owl, what’s your excuse?"

    "Ah, a wery walid question indeed," the Count said. "You see, I am also nocturnal, like yourself. I’m part bat you see."

    "No foolin’?" Hoots asked.

    "Yes, my great aunt Phanny was a bat," the Count said.

    "Really? Cool, baby, real cool." Hoots picked up his sax and brought it near his lips. "Ready?"

    "I’m alvays ready to count," the Count said.

    Hoots grinned, and put his beak onto the sax and began to play. A soft, slow song, perfect for the atmosphere that the night brought about. The stars twinkling above, and the sax playing below.

    "Four thousand, five hundred, eighty stars!" the Count counted along with the music. "Four thousand, five hundred, eighty one stars! Four thousand, five hundr-"

    The Count stopped. He looked around slowly. Hoots opened his eyes, and stopped playing. "What’s the beef chief?" he asked.

    "Shh," the Count put his finger to his lips. "I think I hear- yes!" the Count declared. "Look, down there!" The Count leaned over the ledge of the castle and pointed down towards Sesame Street.

    Hoots peered down as well, squinting to see. "Man, owls have some of the best night vision in the world, and I still can’t see anything."

    "Listen, can’t you hear it?" the Count asked, his voice deep and urgent, as if in a time of crisis. "Motors."

    "Motors?" Hoots asked. "Like machine motors?"

    "Exactly," the Count said, pointing down again.

    Hoots looked again, this time seeing a red light spinning atop something. He looked closer, and could see the outline of a bulldozer parked in front of 123 Sesame Street.

    "A bulldozer!" Hoots shouted. "How did he- why did- what’re we gonna do man?"

    The Count shook his head. "Nothing needs to be done tonight. They vill not vork until afternoon at least." The Count turned to go into his castle. "Tonight ve sleep, so tomorrow ve can stop that bulldozer."

    "Sleep?!" Hoots shouted. "At a time like this?!"

    "Trust me," the Count said. "Ve’ll need our rest if ve’re to stop that bulldozer."

    Hoots sighed. "You’re right, man. Mind if I bunk here for the night?" Hoots asked.

    The Count nodded. "Come on in. I’ll get one, one cot for you to sleep on. Ah ah ah!"

    This time, Hoots didn’t flinch at the thunder and lightning. He just turned, and looked back at Sesame Street. "Hang on, Sesame Street, we’re here to keep you safe," Hoots said, then flew into the castle.


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