Six Dancing Feet Leaving Footprints in the Sand, Six Lovely Chapters Written By These Hands
Sesame Street has taught about heads many times in the past, but not once has it taught about the feeling of being at the head of a table.
Kermit sat up tall in his euphoric position, looking out over a cast of characters almost forty years in the making. There was Susan and Gordon, who had been here since the beginning, The Count, Grover, Herry, and Cookie Monster, who came a little later, and then there was Zoe, Rosita, and Baby Bear, who were new to the Street, but fixtures nonetheless.
Next to Kermit at the large table at Charlie’s Restaurant, was Bob on his right and on his left was Cookie Monster (who was already beginning on his appetizer of napkins and sugar packets). Kermit turned to Bob, Bob just looked back smiling that same grin he’d had for thirty-eight years. "What is it, Kermit?" Bob asked cheerfully.
"Thanks, Bob," Kermit said blankly.
Bob eyed Kermit suspiciously. "Well, you’re welcome. I guess."
"Thank you everyone!" Kermit stood up from his seat. Everyone at the table stopped what they were doing and looked down at the frog. "I know I’m not necessarily the most permanent member of our family here, and I don’t know a lot of you as well as I should, but I just want you all to know how much I deeply care for you all." Kermit lifted his glass of water in toast. "Here’s to you guys. Thanks for making the past thirty-eight years of this frog’s life something worth its weight in gold."
"And cookies!" Cookie Monster shouted.
"And cookies!" Everyone declared, drinking from their water glasses.
"Now if only we could get a waiter!" Oscar whined from the end of the table.
"I know what you mean," said a small blue Muppet with a brown mustache from another table. "I’ve been coming to this place for over thirty years, and the service has always been terrible!"
"Well then why do you keep coming back?" Ernie asked.
The customer looked left to right. "Well... don’t tell anyone, but I really actually like that furry blue waiter they have working here. He’s a great, funny guy."
"Oh, thank you sir, I knew you appreciated me." Grover the waiter popped up from behind the fat blue customer’s table. "And your food will be out as soon as I deliver your order to Charlie."
"But I’ve already been here for an hour!" the customer complained.
"Oh, I know, but I was teaching a very important lesson today," Grover told the customer.
"Oh, yeah? What’s that?" asked the annoyed customer.
"Patience." Grover nodded.
"Augh!" the customer groaned, collapsing onto the table.
Grover the waiter walked to the head of the table. "Hello there rather large group of people. My name is Grover, and I will be serving you today."
"Grover," Big Bird said. "We know who you are."
"I am sorry sir, but I am not allowed to converse with potential customers." Grover looked around, the whispered. "Sorry Big Bird."
"But... Grover, if you can’t converse with us, how are you supposed to take our orders?" Maria asked.
"That is just it Mari- I mean, potential female customer of Spanish descent. If I take your order you are no longer a potential customer, you are a full fledged customer," Grover said.
"But, Grover, don’t you think you should take that poor man’s order to Charlie?" Gina asked, motioning towards the fat blue customer.
"Oh, no, it is fine, he can wait. After all, he loves me." Grover beamed. "Now, will this be one check or separate?"
-~-~-~-~-
Alex Hooper walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, stopping in front of a set of multicolored doors. He placed his hand on it, rubbing his finger down it. "Twiddlebug, make sure this is the first to come down."
Mayor Twiddlebug flew behind Alex Hooper with another, blue, stumpy Twiddlebug flying behind taking notes. "Did you get that, Tom?"
"Yes sir, I did," said Thomas Twiddlebug, personal assistant to the mayor. He scribbled the note down on his notepad and flipped the page over.
"Good," Mayor Twiddlebug said, flying up to Alex Hooper’s shoulder. "Does everything look alright, sir? Up to standard and all?"
"It will be," Alex said, turning the corner. "Once I tear this whole place down."
"Um, by this whole place, do you mean that quaint little window box over there?" Thomas Twiddlebug pointed to Ernie’s window box.
"It’s part of this street, isn’t it?" Ales asked.
"Well, yes, yes it is," Mayor Twiddlebug said. Thomas was completely thrown off guard. "Um, what about that window box, up there, on that apartment?" asked Mayor Twiddlebug, pointing up at Elmo’s apartment building with a window box sticking off one of the windows.
Alex turned violently and locked eyes with the Twiddlebugs. "It’s part of this street, isn’t it?" he asked harshly. Both Twiddlebugs nodded meekly. "Exactly. It’s coming down. All of this is."
Alex Hooper stomped up the stairs of the Furry Arms Hotel. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need my sleep. As of tomorrow, this street is emptied, and I take over."
"Goodnight Mr. Hooper," Mayor Twiddlebug said softly as Alex made his way into the hotel.
Alex spun around in a flash. "What did you call me?" he hissed.
Mayor Twiddlebug cowered behind Thomas Twiddlebug. "Uh, well, M-M-Mr. Hooper," he stuttered.
"Never call me that, understand? Never." Alex turned back, and went into the hotel.
"What are we going to do?!" Mayor Twiddlebug grabbed Thomas Twiddlebug’s shoulders and began to shake him violently. "He’s going to destroy Twiddlebug Town!"
"And my home!" Thomas said. "How am I supposed to tell Tessie and the kids that?"
"I don’t know! How am I supposed to tell an entire town of Twiddlebugs?"
"Well, if someone wouldn’t have given Alex Hooper the deed!"
"I didn’t give it to him!" Mayor Twiddlebug defended himself. "It wasn’t even mine to give. He just called and asked if I knew where it was, and I couldn’t lie to the man!"
"Well what are we going to do?" Thomas Twiddlebug asked.
"I don’t know." May Twiddlebug sighed. "At least not yet. I think we both just need some sleep, we’ll figure this out in the morning."
Thomas Twiddlebug nodded. "Goodnight Mayor."
"Goodnight Thomas, give Tessie and the kids my best." Mayor Twiddlebug flew off towards Elmo’s window box.
Thomas Twiddlebug let out a huge sigh, then angrily threw his notepad on the ground, and flew back to his home.
-~-~-~-~-
Miles and Gabi watched the usual chaos ensue during dinner, their hands clasped beneath the table, and their chairs closer together than any others.
"So Miles," Gordon said, taking a sip of his water. Susan and Gordon sat directly to Miles’ left. "Why were you late for the pageant tonight? Did Alan have you cleaning late at Hooper’s?"
"Hey, I did not," Alan said from across the table. "I actually closed the store early today."
Miles shrugged. "Sorry dad, I fell asleep on the couch at home, lost track of time." Miles turned to Herry Monster, who was next to Alan. "Hey, Herry, you were great in the pageant today," Miles said to the monster, trying to steer the conversation away from him.
"Oh, thanks Miles. I really thought that-" Herry started.
"And what about you Gabriella?" Luis asked Gabi. Luis sat to Gabi’s right, with Maria at his side.
Gabi hesitated. "Well... after I left Hooper’s, I saw someone waiting outside the Fix-It Shop, they needed help fixing their waffle-iron."
"That’s strange," Maria said. "Luis, didn’t you put up the ‘closed’ sign before we left?"
"I thought I did," Luis said. "But maybe I forgot, I don’t know."
"Yeah, so I helped out the little guy with his waffle-iron, I took it inside the shop for you guys to work on tomorrow." Gabi lied through her teeth.
"Looks like we’ll have to open up tomorrow after all," Maria said.
Miles tightened his grip on Gabi’s hand. Gabi looked up at Miles affectionately. "Too close" Miles mouthed.
"I know" Gabi replied.
Down at the opposite end of the table, Elmo, Telly, Baby Bear, Prairie Dawn, Zoe, and Rosita sat together. "Prairie Dawn, Elmo thinks that Prairie Dawn’s play was the best one Elmo’s ever been in."
"Oh, thank you." Prairie blushed. "It was an original composition, you know."
"I tell ya, Prairie," Telly said. "I had a great time playing Bob."
"And I had a gweat time playing Big Biwd!" Baby Bear munched on a bread stick.
"And you all did a great job," Prairie said.
"Rosita," Zoe said. "What are you doing with your silverware?"
Rosita was making her fork and spoon dance around the table. "Oh, I am doing a little play of my own. I call it ‘Left at the Fork in the Road’."
"Oh," Zoe said. "I get it."
"Yeah, would you like to play?" Rosita asked.
"Sure," Zoe said.
Rosita started to hand Zoe her spoon, but dropped it underneath the table. "Aye carumba, not again," Rosita said.
"Oh, Elmo will get it Rosita! Stay right there!" Elmo said, crawling underneath the table.
"Oh, gracias Elmo!" Rosita called.
Telly grabbed onto Baby Bear’s shoulders nervously. "What a brave monster."
Under the table Elmo crawled next to shoes and fuzzy feet. "Oh spoon, where are you?" Elmo whispered.
"Ah ha!" Elmo saw the spoon ahead of him by a pair of tennis shoes and heels. He grabbed up the spoon, then looked up at two hands grasped together.
"Excuse me," Gordon’s voice said as he got up to go to the bathroom. Elmo watched the feet disappear from his sight.
"If that was Gordon’s feet... then these are Miles’ feet," Elmo pointed to the tennis shoes. "And that means... these are Gabi’s feet!" Elmo pointed to the heels.
"That means that that is Miles’ hand, and that is Gabi’s hand," Elmo said, looking at the held hands again. "And when two people hold each other’s hands... that means... GREEN FROG!!" Elmo screamed, making every single pair of feet underneath the table leave the floor.
Kermit looked all around. "What? What’s wrong, Elmo? ...Elmo?"
Elmo darted out from underneath the table between Miles and Gabi. "Excuse Elmo hand in hand- Elmo means Miles and Gabi! Sorry!" Elmo began to run towards Kermit holding the spoon out in front of him. "Green frog, green frog, green frog!" Elmo whined.
Kermit scrunched up his face. "Elmo, Elmo, calm down. What’s wrong?" Kermit asked the jittery monster.
"Elmo needs to talk to green frog," Elmo whispered.
"I could tell that," Kermit said. "Why are we whispering?"
"Elmo doesn’t know," Elmo whispered. "But Elmo does need to talk to green frog."
"Can it wait, Elmo? Our food will-"
The kitchen doors flew open and Grover walked out carrying a large tray of food. "Hello everybody! Food at twelve o’ clock!"
"Actually, it’s only eight," The Count said.
"Our food’s here, Elmo," Kermit patted the young monster’s shoulder. "We’ll talk after dinner."
"But- but... okay green frog," Elmo said. He made his way back to his seat and handed Rosita her spoon.
"Gracias, Elmo, but is everything okay?" Rosita asked.
"Yeah, you scared us to death!" Telly said.
"It was great." Oscar laughed.
Miles and Gabi looked at each other. "Too close" Miles mouthed. Gabi simply nodded, and turned her attention to her food.