Thanksgiving Dinner By Izzy

“It’s already Thanksgiving and we haven’t got a bird!” Elmo exclaimed, pacing up and down through the kitchen.

“Calm down, we can always resort to cookies,” suggested the Cookie Monster in a worried, yet surprisingly joyful tone. “Cooooookies,” he chanted longingly.

Just as Elmo was about to convince the Cookie Monster to sell his cookies so they could buy a turkey, Big Bird walked into the room. Big Bird interrupted their conversation with his loud, obnoxious voice. “Hi Elmo, hi Cookie Monster!” Big Bird yelled excitedly.

Elmo and the Cookie Monster exchanged glances and in unison they whispered, “I think our dinner problems are over.”

Cookie Monster phoned the Count. The Count listened to his friend and then replied, “I’ll be there in one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten minutes.”

As the Count made his way over to dinner, Cookie Monster and Elmo were preparing Big Bird for Thanksgiving dinner. “So Big Bird, how’s life?” asked Elmo as he tied Big Bird to a chair.

“What are these ropes for?” questioned Big Bird, as Elmo started to tie his feet to the chair.

Elmo replied in a nonchalant way, “The ropes are there to make sure you don’t jump out of your seat when we bring your surprise.”

Elmo was so convincing that Cookie Monster thought he was telling the truth.

“Wait a second. We’re not giving him any of my cookies are we?” asked the Cookie Monster. Elmo pulled him aside and reassured him that everything was as they had planned.

Turning back to Big Bird, Elmo asked, “So, anyway, how’s life?”

“Great,” replied Big Bird. “I just love life. Life is gre....”

Big Bird was cut off by the singing of the Count. “One, two, three, four, I love cooking. One, two, three, four, with Big Bird it’s gonna be fun! Bang, splash, slash, squirt, this is gonna be fun!”

As the Count walked in the door, Elmo passed him Martha Stewart’s new book, How to Cook an Overgrown Chicken. The Count took out a gigantic, shiny ax and pointed it at Big Bird.

Big Bird, oblivious to the situation, responded by saying, “Ooooooh, shiny!”

Elmo and the Cookie Monster covered their eyes as the Count chanted "One, two, three, four, five, who's not going to be alive?", and then had Big Bird's head rolling across the floor.

Dinner was wonderful. “Mmmmm, who made the stuffing?” asked Bert.

“Big Bird did!” replied Elmo.

After a very filling Thanksgiving dinner, all the guests were extremely tired. “Don’t worry”, Elmo exclaimed helpfully, “I have new, yellow feather pillows for every one, if you want to rest before you go home”.