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Sesame Street Fan-Fic: Street Smarts

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

  1. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    Still great Ry!Keep at it!
    (I liked Cookie's remark about him having a "teenie weenie bladder!):)
  2. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hey... Looks like those songs I gave you have served you well young Prawddouan.

    Think there was a bit of a glitch when Cookie was talking upon arriving at Olivia's: "she sure know how to make a happy monster", shouldn't that be "she sure know how to make a monster happy" instead?
    And the chapter ended a bit abruptly... Would've liked to see the dinner between Bob and Telly and Linda and Jordan go on a bit longer.
    But I'm excited about Ashley's contributions... Hopefully she can help the cause with a well-written article that'll get her national coverage in all the news outlets.

    So in conclusion... More please!
  3. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    <Cuddles Prawnie>

    It get aw' bedder, wight? Because "Bye-bye-for-who-knows-how-long" no fun. Me know. Me spend whole weekend saying "Bye-bye-for-who-knows-how-long." Me no see good friends for long time now. Me no like this "growing up" stuff.

    Anyway. AWESOME chapters, Prawnie! And major <HUGS> to you, because... Because I just needed to read these. I just needed to. And now I did! And... And yayful. <HUGS> Love you, Half.

    MORE PLEASE!
  4. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Animal walks in: Lisa go bye-bye?
    Where you go? And why you talking like monster?
    *Gives Lisa a big monster hug.

    Now... Could you please, maybe, um how do I say this... Post more story Lisa?
  5. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    LOVE this chapter! I love the stuff with Cookie Monster, but he's my favorite, so I'm biased. I like Ashley, I hope she can write a good article! I must know what will happen next!
  6. ISNorden

    ISNorden Active Member

    Awwww, prawncracker...I loved this chapter, especially when Bert was asking Ashley all those questions. (Including Bert's favorite number would've been tricky, I admit..."Is your article on page 6 of the paper?" maybe.) Looking forward to an update, 'cause I got the Chapter 16 blues... ;-)
  7. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hey... Could we please get some update to this thrilling story? Please? Thank you.
  8. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Is coming, really it is! Tonight, just gotta get this song in!
  9. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    I’ve Got the Chapter Sixteen Blues

    "Now, do you understand your duties?" asked the snootish man.

    "Oh, yes, yes sir, I understand them fully!" Grover said, nodding his head quickly.

    "Good, then take to your work," the snooty man said. "There are many hungry customers."

    Grover nodded again. "Yes sir! I will take care of it, sir!"

    Grover balanced his tray on his hand and a napkin on his arm, and ran out of the kitchen into the fancy restaurant.

    "Boy, this is a lot nicer than Charlie’s," Grover said to himself. "They even have folded napkins!"

    Grover saw one of the hostesses sit down an elderly couple and darted over. "Your waiter will be with you in a-"

    "Hello there! It is I, Grover, your cute, furry, blue waiter here to take your order sir and madame!" Grover stood up straight. Grover looked from the man to the woman. "Can I get you something to drink?"

    "Yes, I’ll have your finest Chardonnay," said the man.

    "The same," replied the old woman.

    "I am sorry, what is it you want?" Grover asked.

    "The Chardonnay," the man reiterated.

    "I do not know if we have that, sir," Grover said.

    "We have eaten here every Sunday night for the past- what is it, Herman?" the woman asked.

    "Thirty-eight years," said the man; apparently Herman.

    "Oh, well that is quite a feat, but-" Grover started.

    "Yes, and each Sunday night, we each have a glass of the finest Chardonnay," the woman continued.

    "Oh, I am sure that is-"

    "And we’re not going to have things changed tonight, of all nights," the man said.

    "Oh, okay, yes sir, yes ma’am, I will go check in the kitchen. Be right back!" Grover shouted as he ran off.

    He ran back into the kitchen, almost colliding into his boss. "What is the problem?" he asked, annoyed.

    "Um, do we have any chars don’t pay?" Grover asked.

    "Pardon?" the snooty boss said.

    "Chars don’t pay," Grover repeated. "An old man and woman asked for two of our finest chars don’t pay."

    The snooty man shook his head. "Chardonnay," the boss said.

    "Oh," Grover said. "Um, what is that?"

    The man sighed. "Ryan, take two glasses of Chardonnay to the Sinclairs at their usual table."

    A teenage waiter came up and grabbed a bottle of wine from a shelf and two wine glasses, walking out of the kitchen.

    Grover turned back to his boss. "Um, should I get back to the table?" he asked.

    "No, no," his boss said. "Take a different table. Please."

    "Yes sir!" Grover said, running back out. He looked around, and saw a familiar bald blue head sitting at a table across the room.

    "Finally," said the blue man. "A nice, quiet dinner to myself. With no worries, no cares, and best of all no-"

    "Oh! Sir! Hello there!" Grover shouted.

    The blue man stared at Grover in disbelief. "Oh no..." he groaned. "Not you again!"

    "Yes, me, again!" Grover smiled.

    The blue man slammed his head on the table and began to wail. "Why? Why me? Why always me?" he moaned.

    "I do not know. You are just lucky I suppose," Grover said. "Now, will you have the pot roast or the ham?"

    "Neither!" declared the customer.

    "Oh? Then you will just go straight to desert?" Grover asked.

    "No!" the customer shouted. "I’ll just go home!"

    "Say again?" Grover said.

    "I’m going home," the customer said, throwing his napkin on the table in frustration.

    "Oh, no no! Please mister blue man, do not go!" Grover tugged at the customer’s arm.

    The customer tugged back. "Now, let me go, I’m not sticking around here just to have you mess up my order."

    "Oh, sir, I am so sorry!" Grover said. "I will not mess up your order, I promise!"
    "Let me go!" the customer shouted.

    "Oh, please sir! I need you to stay! I need this job!" Grover whined.

    "I need you to let me go!" the customer said.

    "What is going on here?"

    Grover released the customer, sending him flying to the floor. He turned around and was face to face with his boss. "Um, well, you see sir, I was just trying to-"

    "You, are, fired!" said the snooty boss.

    Grover hung his head in shame and walked out of the restaurant.

    The customer watched Grover leave. "Hey... I... I didn’t mean it," he said quietly.

    -~-~-~-~-

    Big Bird held his Granny Bird’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk together. "Oh, Big Bird, you’re going to love this park," Granny Bird said.

    "Oh, I hope so," Big Bird said. "I miss the park on Sesame Street."

    Granny Bird patted her grandbird’s arm. "I know you do, Big Bird. And I’m sorry you had to leave."

    Big Bird sighed. "Yeah, me too," he said.

    The two birds walked in silence the remainder of the trip to the park. Granny Bird sat down on a bench. "Now, you go play with some of those children over there, Big Bird," Granny Bird said.

    "Okay," Big Bird said cheerfully, walking over to the sandbox where a young boy and a young girl were constructing a sand castle. "Hi there," Big Bird greeted them.

    The two kids looked up from their sand castle in awe. "Wow..." the little boy said.

    "Are you from the zoo?" asked the little girl.

    Big Bird laughed. "No, I’m from Sesame Street," he said.

    "Wow," said the little girl, letting her lack-of permanent teeth show.

    "I’m Big Bird," Big Bird said. "What’s your name?"

    "...Wow..." the little boy said.

    "That’s a funny name," Big Bird said.

    "I’m Amanda Sue," the little girl said. "And this is Jack." She pointed to her friend.

    "Oh, hi," Big Bird said with a grin. "Do you think I can play with you?"

    Amanda Sue nodded, while Jack kept staring at Big Bird, wide eyed, mouth agape.

    "Thanks," Big Bird said. The two kids stared up at him quietly. "Um... what- what would you like to do?" Big Bird asked.

    "Whatever you wanna do," Jack said.

    Big Bird scratched his head. "Well, uh, we could sing a song."

    "What song could we sing?" Amanda Sue asked.

    "I think I know a good one," Big Bird said. "But you guys will have to start it, okay?"

    The kids nodded. "How do we start?" Jack asked.

    "Well, Jack, you just sing the color of your hair, then you sing yours, Amanda Sue," Big Bird said.

    "Okay," Jack said. "My hair is black-"

    "-And red," Amanda Sue sang.

    "My feathers are yellow," Big Bird sang.

    "My eyes are brown-"

    "And green-"

    "And blue," Big Bird sang.

    By this time a few other children had gathered to join in the song. "Okay," Big Bird said. "We’re gonna need everybody for this part!" The kids grinned, eager to join in. "Alright, Jack, you start again, sing your name!"

    "My name is Jack-"

    "And Fred," sang another boy.

    "My name’s Amanda Sue."

    "I’m called Paul-"

    "-and Jude."

    "My name is you," Big Bird sang. "Alright, everybody sing!"

    "We all sing with the same voice
    The same song, the same voice
    We all sing with the same voice
    And we sing in harmony."

    By this time, every kid in the park was around Big Bird, each kid taking a line of the song.

    "Sometimes I get mad and mean."

    "Sometimes I feel happy."

    "And when I want to cry I do."

    "When I’m by myself at night
    I hold my teddy tight," Big Bird sang, skipping around the park, all of the children skipping behind him. "Until the morning light."

    "My name is you," all of the kids sang.

    The kids and Big Bird skipped around the park, Amanda Sue and Jack each holding tightly onto one of Big Bird’s hands.

    "I have sisters one, two, three."

    "In my family, there’s just me."

    "I’ve got one daddy."

    "I’ve got two."

    "Grandpa helps me cross the street."

    "My cat walks on furry feet."

    "I love my parakeet."

    "My name is you."

    "We all sing with the same voice
    The same song, the same voice
    We all sing with the same voice
    And we sing in harmony."

    "I like to run and climb."

    "I like to sit and read."

    "I like to watch my TV, too."

    "And when it’s time for bed
    I like my stories read
    ‘Sweet dreams’ and ‘love you’ said," Big Bird sang.

    "My name is you."

    "We all sing with the same voice
    The same song, the same voice
    We all sing with the same voice
    -"

    "And we sing in harmony!" Big Bird finished the song. The kids cheered and gathered around Big Bird. "Oh, that was fun, wasn’t it?" Big Bird asked.

    "Yeah!" all of the kids declared.

    Amanda Sue tugged at Big Bird’s arm. "What is it, Amanda Sue?"

    "Me and Jack have to go home," she said.

    "Oh..." Big Bird said softly.

    "Me too."

    "So do I."

    "Bye, Big Bird."

    "Thanks for the song!"

    Big Bird looked down at his feet as all the kids left. "Bye..." he sighed.

    Granny Bird came over to Big Bird’s side. "Ready to go home, Big Bird?" she asked.

    Big Bird nodded. "Yeah," he said sadly. "Um, Granny?"
    "Yes, Big Bird?"

    "Do you think my best friend, Mr. Snuffleupagus, could come and visit us sometime?" Big Bird asked.

    "Oh, Big Bird," Granny Bird said softly. "I’m afraid we just don’t have that kind of money to get your friend here."

    Big Bird hung his head again. "Okay..." he said sadly, walking home silently.
  10. TogetherAgain

    TogetherAgain Well-Known Member

    OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH POOR GROVER! POOR BIG BIRD! AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE THE SONG! <GLOMP> Oh, gosh, it hurts that Snuffy can't come... And Grover getting fired! And, "I didn't mean it..."

    OHHHHHHH, PRAWNIEEEEEEEEEEE!

    MORE PLEASE!
  11. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Smattering of soft applause.

    Self-insertion reigns once again as that brown-haired boy Ryan makes another appearance.
    So who was that guy anyway? Eh, I hear he's been promoted to peeling and deveining the shellfish... Has to work hard to crack the prawns.

    Also... If you wanted to make me cry, then you succeeded as I had tears of quiet happiness with "We All Sing". That's one of my fave beautiful songs.
    Sad that Snuffy can't get there... But maybe, if the street's saved, just have hope Big Bird.

    And hope more gets posted soon. Please!
  12. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Oh... BTW: As soon as you revealed the little girl's name as Amanda Sue, I knew what song was coming. Like your half prodded... More plese!
  13. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Ohhhhh.....

    First of all poor Grover, he is just trying so hard and then stupid Fat Blue had to come in and ruin everything! Poor Grover....

    Then Big Bird and kids and MY NAME IS YOU!!!! Oh how I love that song!!! It was perfect. But poor Big Bird is sad too. Kind of a sad chapter overall, but I liked it.
  14. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yes... But remember, after 38 years, Mr. Johnson has developed a reasonable aversion to having Grover be the one who tends to his customer servicing needs in whatever endeavor or commercial business Mr. Johnson attempts to transact. Now if we could get more story from this guy named Ryan, whoever he is... And don't think I haven't noticed the lack of updates to Next Step either missy Beth.
  15. ISNorden

    ISNorden Active Member

    Oh my goodness...*sobs* Poor Grover and Big Bird. I hope the rest of the gang is OK...and hope you can find a good song title for your next chapter, too. (I can think of song sketches about 18-20, but the only one for 17 that comes to mind is that series of rap cartoons that came out in the late 80s/early 90s.)
  16. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Don't worry about it. Prawny consulted a vonderful source of numbered knowledge for his upcoming chapter titles.
    *Whistles Undertaker death music with a grin on his face.
  17. theprawncracker

    theprawncracker Well-Known Member

    Here’s a Chapter Called Seventeen It’s a Pretty Big Chapter As You Can See

    "Well, County baby, I’m ready to go," Hoots said.

    The Count held Hoots’ saxophone in his hands. "Vonderful," he said. "You know where you are going, correct?"

    "You bet, dude, got my list right here." Hoots waved around a piece of paper.
    "And you vill tell them all to meet...?"

    "On 123 Sesame Street, of course!" Hoots said.

    "Of course." The Count nodded. "Now, hurry my friend, we are short for time."

    Hoots nodded and flew off the perch. "Be back soon, man!"

    The Count nodded. "Please, hurry." He whispered.

    -~-~-~-~-

    Miles sat on the end of the bed as Gabi slept soundly. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, due to the lack of sleep he received the previous night.

    A loud bash at the door jolted Miles out of the bed, and woke Gabi up. Miles walked towards the door. "Go back to sleep, I’ll take care of it," he said.

    Gabi sighed and lay back down. Miles opened the door. "Hey! Breakfast!" shouted the Grouch bellhop.

    "Will you be quiet?" Miles asked, stepping out of the room, closing the door. "My wi- girlfriend’s trying to sleep."

    "Oh, did I wake her up?" the bellhop asked.

    "Yeah, you did," Miles said.

    "Good!" the bellhop shouted, laughing. "Anyway, there’s breakfast at the Don’t Drop Inn Diner. Come eat."

    "We’re not very hungry," Miles said.

    "Ya will be once ya see our mud mocha!" the Grouch said.

    Miles frowned. "Thanks, but no thanks."

    "Hey, watch your language, pal!" the Grouch shouted. "Nobody says that word around here!"

    "Sorry," Miles said.

    "Man! You sure are a potty mouth- and not in a good way!" the bellhop said.
    "Whatever," Miles said, going back into the room, slamming the door.

    "Much better," the Grouch said.

    Miles fell back down on the bed and moaned. Gabi sat down next to him on the bed. She wrapped her arms around Miles’ neck. "You know," she said. "This honestly isn’t how I imagined living together would be."

    "Heh, you’re tellin’ me," Miles said.

    They sat quietly for a moment. "Hey," Miles said. "Wanna go grab some breakfast?" he asked.

    Gabi nodded. "Better bring an umbrella though," Gabi said.

    "Why’s that?" Miles asked.

    "Mom ate here once. She said if you’re in the mood for salad, bring an umbrella," Gabi said.

    -~-~-~-~-

    Ashley burst out of the small office. Ernie and Bert, who were sitting in chairs, shot up. "Well, what did your boss say?" Ernie asked.

    "Yeah, did he like it?" Bert asked.

    "He loved it!" Ashley shouted.

    "That’s great!" Bert said.

    Ashley grabbed Bert’s hands and shook them up and down. "He said he’s going to put it right into the next paper!"

    "Really?" Bert asked. "That’s incredible!"

    "And I couldn’t have done it without you!" she said, pulling Bert into a hug.
    "Oh my..." Bert sighed happily.

    "Well," Ernie said. "There’s only one thing left to do!"

    "What’s that?" Ashley and Bert asked.

    Ernie cleared his throat. "STOP THE PRESSES!!"

    -~-~-~-~-

    Bob rolled over on his makeshift bed on Linda’s couch. "Are you okay, Bob?" Telly asked from his sleeping bag on the floor.

    "Oh, yes," Bob said. "I’m fine Telly."

    "Are you sure?" Telly asked. "You seem a little down about something."

    "Oh, it’s nothing, really," Bob said.

    "Are you upset about Linda and Jordan being so close?" Telly asked.

    Bob sat up slightly and looked down at Telly. "How did you know?"

    "I’m not sure," Telly said.

    Bob chuckled. "Well, yes, Telly, that’s what’s been bothering me."

    "Why?" Telly asked.

    "Well, because I used to be close to Linda like that," Bob said.

    "Back when she lived on Sesame Street?" Telly asked.

    "Uh huh," Bob replied.

    "Oh..."

    "Yeah."

    "Well... maybe you should just talk to Linda about it. Well- no you can’t talk to her about it but you can well- you know what I mean."

    "That’s probably not a bad idea, Telly."

    "Oh, thanks Bob."

    "You’re welcome."

    It was silent.

    "Well, aren’t you gonna do it?"

    Bob chuckled again. "Telly, it’s late. I’ll talk to her tomorrow."

    "Oh. But, Bob, if it’s late, why are we awake?" Telly asked.

    "Well, Telly we-"

    "If we stay up too late, we’ll be irritable! And if we’re irritable, we’ll be mean to people! And if-"

    "Goodnight, Telly," Bob said.

    "Night Bob."

    -~-~-~-~-

    Grover sat quietly on a bench with his puppy at his side. "Scruffy... I am lonely," he said quietly.

    Scruffy licked Grover’s nose. Grover sighed and Scruffy whimpered and curled up into a ball on the bench next to him.

    Grover shifted his weight. "I miss Sesame Street," he said. "I miss Big Bird, and little Elmo, and Charlie’s restaurant, and Gordon, and Bob, and Grouchy, and- well, I miss everything, and everybody."

    Scruffy scratched his ear with his back foot. "And... and I miss all of the songs we used to sing."

    Scruffy’s head perked up. "Oh? Would you like to hear a song?" Scruffy nodded his head. "Oh, okay, um, what song should I sing... oh... I... I think I have one."

    "What do I do when I’m alone," Grover sang.
    "Well, sometimes I sing a little song
    La, la, la, la, la, la
    That is the song I sing."

    He looked down at Scruffy. "Do you like that little song, Scruffy?"

    "What do I do when I’m alone
    Well, sometimes I do a little dance." Grover stood up off the bench.
    "I jump and I hop, hop, hop
    That is my little dance.

    "And sometimes when I am all alone
    I pretend that I can fly
    And I touch all the clouds
    And I wave to the birdies as they pass by," Grover sat back down on the bench.

    "But sometimes when I am all alone
    Well, sometimes I feel a little sad
    ‘Cause there is no one to share my song
    No one to fly with me," Grover sang sadly.

    "So, sometimes when I am all alone
    I think of how happy I would be
    If I wasn’t alone
    And you were here with me."

    "You know," Grover said. "It- it is much nicer to be with other people, then- then to be all alone."

    "So, sometimes when I am all alone
    I think of how happy I would be
    If I wasn’t alone
    And you were here with me..." Grover’s voice trailed off.

    "And... and you are not here with me..." Grover said quietly. "And I am... I am sad."
  18. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Aw man... You know how to tug at our hearts Prawny. Everything was sad, but there was a touch of good humor sprinkled in. Please, post more.
    And if you want to contact me to see if maybe some of your inspiration rubs off on me... Well, you know I welcome the chance to talk to one of my forum friends.
  19. ISNorden

    ISNorden Active Member

    Awwww...*snif snif* I loved it...Miles' Freudian slip about his girlfriend, the grouches' complaints, Telly's worry attack, Grover's musical number. Keep up the great job!
  20. Katzi428

    Katzi428 Well-Known Member

    sigh....wiping a tear from my eye Boy Ry...that was touching! But it was great!
    But I'm guessing things'll get better,right?


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