Five Sesame Street Stories

Super Grover:
Remember this, kids, it is very important. Even if your mommy makes you a super hero costume, do not attempt to do any of these things, especially flying. Because you cannot do it. You do not have super powers. Because there is only one Super Grover. And that is me.

[first lines]

Announcer:
He zooms through the sky smarter than a speeding bullet, furrier than a power locomotive, able to leap tall sandwiches in a single bound.

Super Grover:
Oh my goodness!

Citizen #1:
Look, up in the sky.

Citizen #2:
It's an eggplant!

Citizen #3:
It's a meatball!

Citizen #1:
It's...

Super Grover:
It is I! Super Grover! And I am cute, too!

Grover's Mommy:
Well, Grover, I have finished your costume. Just in time for Halloween. I hope you like it.

Grover:
Why, Mommy. It is a super hero costume! Oh, just what I always wanted!

[last lines]

Big Bird:
I don't need to wait for spring at all.

Big Bird:
I'm going to go get some flowers at Macintosh's store right now. I'll buy some flowers to put in my nest.

Oscar the Grouch:
Yeah! You could get some cactus flowers or a Venus Flytrap.

Big Bird:
Is Oscar still playing his violin, Grover?

Super Grover:
No. He has stopped.

Big Bird:
Then why are you still making that horrible face?

Super Grover:
My super-hearing tells me that Oscar has stopped practicing his violin. But my keenly developed sense of super-smell tells me that Oscar has just... cooked his dinner! It smells like old socks with sardine sauce. Yecch!

Narrator:
As soon as the Count's friendly bats saw the flowers, they started to count them.

The Count's bats:
One beautiful flower. We love counting flowers. Heh heh heh! Two. Three. Four. Five. Six beautiful flowers.

Big Bird:
Gee. I didn't buy the flowers to count them. I bought them to remind me of spring. Um, would you like to keep this pretty pink daisy?

Narrator:
The Count thanked Big Bird. Counting petals would be something wonderful to do.

The Count's bats:
One pretty pink flower petal. Two pretty pink flower petals. Three pretty pink flower petals. Four pretty pink flower petals.

Big Bird:
What's the matter, Super Grover? That's a horrible face you're making.

Super Grover:
Aha! It is Oscar. My super-hearing tells me that-oh, no-he has started practicing his violin. Oooow!

Oscar the Grouch:
I love this crummy weather. Gotta chill this hot chocolate down so it tastes good and yucky.

Big Bird:
Hi, Oscar.

Oscar the Grouch:
Hey, what's the matter, Big Bird? It's a great storm. You ought to be happy.

Big Bird:
I'm tired of this plain, white snow.

Oscar the Grouch:
Yeah. Me too. I wish somebody would put some dirt or soot on it, or something. We haven't had any good slush all winter.

Big Bird:
That's not what I meant, Oscar! I need the spring. I'm sad and slumpy. I need the spring. I'm all goosebumpy. The cold and slush and all that sneezing? I hate the snow!

Oscar the Grouch:
Who needs the sun? I like it freezing. Let that wind blow! Oh, that's heaven, gloomy and deary. I love a day that is chilly, wet, and bleary.

Big Bird:
I need the days with the warm and gentle sun. This long dark winter is just no fun.

Oscar the Grouch:
It warms my heart to feel the frost.

Big Bird:
I want the warmer days I've lost, of spring, spring, spring!

Oscar the Grouch:
Well, forget it, feather face!