Counts Day
I never wanted to do it. But I guess I had to. It was Counts the vampire's big day, also Big Bird's worst day. It all started three weeks before Counts birthday.
“Hiya Count! What do you want for your big two oh oh?” I said cheerfully.
“Am I that old yet Elmo? I thought I was twenty two. Hahaha! I think I want beef and chicken with lots of blood” replied Count.
“Kay I’ll put it on your birthday wish list.” I said trying not to be too exited. Because I know Count hates that.
I looked at his face more clearly. He had that look on his face like “I really want something else” look. Or maybe it’s because he didn’t have any sleep in the last two hundred years. Hahahaha! I cracked myself up. “Count are you sure that’s what you want?” I said concerned.
“I um want uh never mind.” He said sadly.
“Spit it out I promise I’ll get it no matter what!” I yelled back at him.
“You promise you’ll get it no matter what?”
“YES!” I screamed on the top of my lungs. I should have stayed calmer. But the words already came out of my mouth.
“I want Big Bird! His blood will be very tasty and the rest of you can have the meat. Exempt for cookie monster he is a cookietarian.” He told me. He was calm. I thought he would have yelled back.
“WHAT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ARE YOU SURE? What about if I get you a Quatchi doll or the real thing! Please don’t!” I yelled back at him.
“No! I what him! I need his blood! And you promised me you would get whatever I what. So you better or your blood will be mine. Wahahah!” he said in a evil and demanding voice.
I didn’t know what to do. It was my life or Big Birds. So I took the easier route for me. Big bird would not be here for Count two hundredth and first birthday.
:) Shayla
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Seth's take on Bye Bye, Big Birdie
It was Thanksgiving on Sesame Street, and everyone was extremely hungry. They could not eat yet because Big Bird had not arrived. After an hour Elmo said,
“I don’t feel like waiting anymore!”
“Yes, and I want my cookie!” said the Cookie Monster
“Yes, and I want those turkey scraps for my garbage can!” said Oscar
“Ok I am going to end this once and for all, and call Big Bird.” Said Elmo
So, Elmo took out his red cell phone and dialed Big Bird’s number, 1 800-big-bird.
(Phone rings)
“He is not answering.” said Elmo. Suddenly everyone noticed something and Bert said,
“Hey the turkey has a pocket!”
“There is a cell phone inside and it looks just like Big Bird’s phone!” said Elmo
“I wonder why he put his phone in a turkey?” asked Oscar
“I have a feeling he will not be attending dinner tonight.” said Elmo
“Where is he?” asked the Cookie Monster
“I think he is stuck on the plate in front of you.” Said Elmo
It’s thanks-giving dinner and people have just begun to arrive.
“Brrring brrring.”
“Coming” screamed Bert “Hey Ernie long time no see eh.”
“Yah I cant even remember the last time we talked.” Replied Ernie.
“Well tonight’s a perfect night for catching up.”
“Brrrrrrring Brrrrrrring.”
“OH NO who told Oscar the grouch we were having dinner here? Bert said while glancing through the window.
“Dunno I guess word got out” Ernie said casually.
“Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggg I hate Oscar the grouch he’s such a grouch said Bert sounding utterly depressed.
“Heyyyyy Oscar”
“Why didn’t u invite me I had to squeeze it out of cookie monster” Oscar snapped.
“Oh you must not have gotten that e-mail I sent out.”
“Of coarse I didn’t snapped Oscar.”
Next came cookie.
Cookie looked like he had been squeezed as hard as humanly possible.
“Cookie are you OKAY? Asked Bert sounding very scared.
“Cookie caught a brief glance from Oscar the grouch before replying.
“Ummm yea I fell that’s all.”Every one followed cookie marching in and getting ready for the feast.
Bert Screamed over all the commotion “Dinner will be ready soon just be patient.”
5- mins later came a stainless steel plate about as big as a motor bike with a huge juicy chicken halfway through the meal cookie asked something
“Hey where’s cookie?"
Big bird
Elmo and cookie monster were looking forward to Thanks Giving dinner because this year Ernie was cooking and he cooks a mean muppit.
It all started when i woke up and heard Ernie was cooking tonight. But I had to hear this for myself. I went up to Ernie and ask him are you cooking tonight? He said yes proudly. So now I am sitting at the dinner table. This is when the real story begins.
About now i am bursting in to tears when cookie monster tells me the whole story. But i have to repeat this story again here it goes.
As i was coming over to Ernie's house i got a phone call from cookie monster.
“ The moat tragic thing happen.”
“What.”
“The word on the street is that big bird got stabbed by ernie.”
“Oh my G-D.”
Then i start bursting in to tears. After i calmed down cookie monster and me decided to make a plan to ruin Ernie's night. He thought it would be the perfect Thanks Giving night since big bird was not there. We thought of every single idea but we were stuck with all bad ideas.
“Now its getting to late we better go Elmo.”
“Ok.”
“I will come by and pick you up.”
“It sure looks like ernie is pretty happy.”
Twenty minutes later.
“I have to say big bird was pretty tasty.”
“But it was still the saddest day on sesame street.”
Bye Bye Big Bird :(
You’ll never believe what happened at yesterday’s Thanksgiving meal.
Well, I, Elmo, will tell you.
Okay, I was preparing for out Thanksgiving feast. It was at my house. I was so excited! Bert, Ernie, Count, Oscar, and The Cookie Monster were all coming!
I had so many delicious dishes like, roast beef, turkey, chicken, and a special Cookie Delight for The Cookie Monster.
“La La La LaLa,” I sang to myself as I pulled out the turkey from the oven. “Mmm! Smell’s d-e-l-i-s-h!”
‘Ding Dong,’ the doorbell rang.
“Yes,” I said as I skipped to open the door. “They’re here!”
“Hello, Elmo!” Count says.
“Hi, Count!” I smiled. “Did you bring your ‘surprise’?”
“Yes!” he remembered. “Right here!”
Count went out of the room, and brought in a big covered dish. He pushed the red-and-white checkered cart into the dining room.
‘Ding Dong,’ the doorbell rang. “Everyone has arrived!” Elmo jumped up and down.
First, Bert and Ernie come in.
“Hey Elmo,” Bert said as he waved. “Something smells…different.”
Count striked up, “Oh! That’s my wonderful surprise!”
“Aww,” Ernie moaned. “I hate surprises! Please tell?!”
“No, No, No,” Count smiled. “I will not tell anyone! It’s a surprise!”
‘Ding Dong’ the Cookie Monster walks in.
“COOKIES! I SMELL COOKIE DELIGHT! Mmm!” the Cookie Monster dashes into the kitchen, and runs back out, “Oh, and hey Elmo!”
“Hi,” I replied.
“Let’s start eating,” the Cookie Monster said as he chewed on a chocolate chip cookie. “I’m starving!”
We all say down at the checkered table. Ernie, Bert, Count, and Oscar (who wasn’t here) sat down on the far side. Cookie Monster and I sat on the other. Everyone took their seats and as I said, “Dig in, everyone!”, the Cookie Monster dug his big, furry hands into the Cookie Delight.
As everyone chewed, Count coughed and clinked his glass.
“May I have your attention please,” said Count as he stood up. “I present to you…” count lifted up the giant, silver, shiny lid, “My surprise!” and there it was. A big, big bird with yellow feathers, sautéed in a grey and light brown gravy.
“W-what is that?!” cried Ernie.
“That is the surprise! Roasted Big Bird!” count grinned and showed off his sharp, long, pointy teeth.
“You KILLED Big Bird?!?” elmo yelled.
“Uh, yeah,” Count sat down. “You know, I never really liked that yellow big bird.”
“I can’t believe you’d do such a thing,” cried The Cookie Monster. “Cmon’, Bert, Ernie, Oscar, let’s go!” They all put on their jackets and scattered out the door.
It was silent. Count was just sitting there, happy, with a nice big grin on his face.
“Aren’t you going to go now?!” I yelled and glared at Count. “Look what you’ve done! You murdered Big Bird!” I cried. “Leave! And take that horrible dish with you!”
Count left the house without even a ‘Sorry’.
Well, that’s how my Thanksgiving dinner was. All the rest of my friends here at Sesame Street all miss our big yellow-feathered friend.
R.I.P. Big Bird
BIg Bird
Big Birds body lay on the table, as we stared at it hungrily.
“Oh man does he smell good,” Ernie said.
“Mmm fresh baked cookies,” replied the Cookie Monster dreamily.
“you know I thought I’d feel really bad about this,” said Bert as they all nodded in unison “but he tastes amazing and… well it’s much more pleasant round without him,” Ernie added quickly.
“1234,1234,1234 I love to count, hmmm let’s see 28 veins, 2 eyes, 1 tongue and oh! 32 liters of blood. Yum,” the count said enthusiastically.
“Yummy fresh baked bird,” replied Oscar finally popping his head out of his garbage can.
“You guys are gross!” cried Elmo in disgust “how could you eat your friend?”
“Well you really should try some,” said Bert in a very ‘knowing’ tone of voice.
Elmo tries a bite.
“Yum, this really is good,” said Elmo as he tried to ease his mind by telling himself it truly was better without him around.
Sesame Street Dead Big Bird
You would not believe what happened this past Thanksgiving. To start this off, Bert and Ernie did not have any cookies which, I being the Cookie Monster, was not to happy about, but that's not the only thing that happened. I will start from the beginning. Four days ago Count, Big Bird, and Oscar had a enormous fight. It went like this.
Big Bird yelled vigorously, " I want backed sweet potatoes that are stuffed with garlic and are slow roasted in the oven and nothing else!"
Then Count screamed at the top of his lungs, "I want 1 regular potato, 2 regular potatoes, 3 regular potatoes, 4 regular potatoes, and 5 regular potatoes, with butter, chives, and cheese!"
Oscar bellowed out to everyone there, " I want none of the potatoes I hate potatoes we always have them! I want some bird and I will even cook it if I have to, so NO NO NO NO to the potatoes!"
Most of Sesame Street either sided with Big Bird or The Count and that made Oscar furious. On Thanksgiving night we all went to Bert and Ernie's house for dinner. After a few minuets I asked, " Where is Big Bird?" Then Oscar said calmly, " He is stuck in traffic, he told me to tell you that he will be a little bit late and to start eating dinner." We all thought this was a fine answer and we did not question it one bit. We begun our feast, I noted how lovely the bird was how juicy, crispy, and moist it was. I said to Oscar "Oh Oscar I love the bird you prepared it so well I just love it." He replied " Why thank you." When desert started coming out I asked again "Where is Big Bird?"
That's when Oscar said in an evil voice "Oh Big Bird is here, that traffic jam is called your oven, HA HA HA HA !" We were all shocked and disgusted that we just ate Big Bird. Suddenly The Count dropped dead from poison. His last word were "I knew you should have let me take care of the guest list." Then out of nowhere Oscar screeched " Two down four to go! HA HA HA HA!" But not to worry I made cookies when I got home.
Bye Bye Big Bird
You will not believe what I, the cookie monster had for my gratifying thanks giving dinner party. It wasn’t the typical turkey or ham or even a huge chocolate chip cookie! Instead we had a juicy, yellow, feathered, big, bird. Yum. I was in the mood for Oscar the grouch, but I must say big bird was D-E-L-I-S-H.
I really want to take you guys back in time so you could really feel all the action raising, but I can’t so I guess I will have to settle with telling you the story…
“Ring, ring, ring.” My annoying phone rang. I wish I could change it to “C is for cookie that’s good enough for me!” but I don’t know how!! If anyone knows, please tell me!!!... Anyways that was Bert and Ernie calling.
“Cookie monster! Cookie monster! There is no turkey, ham or chicken. Nothing. All the meat is gone. What are we supposed to eat for thanksgiving?” answered Bert and Ernie
“Guys calm down as long as we have my chocolate chip cookie we will be fine.” I replied.
“But cookie monster that won’t be enough food for everyone, and besides you know how Oscar the grouch gets when he has to eat cookies!”
“Ok, fine, but only for you guys is why I won’t have cookies for the main course”
“Thank you cookie monster! But, still what should we have for dinner?”
“Guys, let me think…umm…ok, give me a few minutes.”
At the point I couldn’t think of anything!! It felt like I just burnt my extra junky chocolate chip cookie. Now I was about to let down Oscar, Count, Elmo, Ernie, Bert and big bird!!! Oh no. What was I supposed to do?
Finally the plan came to me that would change everything!
“Bert, Ernie, guys? Are you there?”
“Yes cookie monster we are hear. So what is your plan?” answered Bert and Ernie.
“Well, since there is absolutely no meat in sesame-street, I guess we will have to choose an alternative. My idea is to pick the person in our ‘gang’ that you think is the most obnoxious to be around. Who ever you chose will be the one that is cooked for dinner!”
“I say Oscar the grouch,” Said Ernie.
“Obviously Big Bird,” Replied Bert.
“Ok, now all we have to do is narrow it down,” I answered.
“Cookie monster, give us a minute to decide…umm ok… we say…big bird!”
We decided on big bird. Oscar the grouch is way to grumpy to eat at thanks giving. We needed a happy, exciting person, like big bird! And he’s nice, sapid and big! So everyone could have seconds!
“Cookie monster, you made a wondrous thanks giving dinner. We all enjoyed it.”
“Thank you Elmo, count, Ernie, Bert and Oscar. Now I’m going to go enjoy my giant cookie. C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me!!”
“R.I.P big bird”
-The sesame street.
bye bye big birdie
"Hey this is not a cookie!" said the cookie monster. "No, no its not man, you have to start eating better" Bert said, "by eating the yellow fluffy big bird" said Ernie. " Yes, besides why will it taste so bad" said Bert. The friends later sat down and start eating.
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”.
Big Bird
I sat down at our Thanksgiving table; the tempting aroma from the kitchen filled my nose. Then Ernie, Bert, Count and Oscar the Grouch came storming into the living room.
"Is the feast ready yet? I'm starving!" exclaimed Ernie as he took a seat in front of me.
"Cookie Monster is almost done with the meal," I answered, "he said it was a surprise!"
"Oh, I hope its turkey!" whispered Count.
Suddenly Cookie Monster came dashing out of the kitchen.
"Everyone, close your eyes, I'm bringing in the meal!" he shrieked. We closed our eyes and prepared ourselves for the certainly delicious meal. I heard Cookie Monster's heavy footsteps as he came closer.
"You can look now!" cried the Cookie Monster as he unveiled the dish from its silver cover. And there, I saw Big Bird on the large silver plate.
"What happened to Big Bird, what did you do?" I asked astonished.
"Well, I was going to prepare turkey, but there were no left at the store. So I thought about Big Bird. Of course, I didn't want to be vulgar or disrespectful, so I told him that I would like to have him for dinner and that it would be excellent if he could bring some of his friends so that he wouldn't be lonely," explained the Cookie Monster naturally.
We all looked at him with shock. Our eyes were wide and our jaws dropped.
"Lonely?" Oscar the Grouch repeated, breaking the odd silence.
"Well, yes. I didn't want him to be lonely in the oven, he got to spent forty minutes at four hundred Celsius with his best buds!" said the Cookie Monster, "Daniel the Duck and Peter the Pigeon are cooling down in the kitchen,"
Count came up to the Cookie Monster and murmured.
"If you are serving our dear friend, Big Bird for Thanksgiving, then does that mean that you are serving me for Halloween?"
"Yes, and Bert will be served on Christmas. And I will find a time to cook Oscar, Ernie and Elmo too!" the Cookie Monster yelled. The others glanced at each other and rushed screaming out of the door, and left me alone with the serial killer.
"I still can't believe you cooked Big Bird," I said.
"Tell me about it. It was practically impossible to stuff him!" the Cookie Monster replied.
"Yah. Well even though you may have murdered my friend here, you still won't touch me!" I answered, picking up the butcher knife and brandishing it to the Cookie Monster. But he looked suspiciously at me and lifted an eyebrow, and before I knew it, I was shrieking in terror and racing for the door. I left the Cookie Monster with his Thanksgiving dinner.
Noga`s Bye Bye Big Birdie Dialogue
On Thanksgiving:
"Wow, this salad is fantastic Elmo!" Bert exclaimed as he grinned.
"Yes, Bert is right! I think it is amazing because there are 9 beans, 12 pieces of cucumber, 15 pieces of tomato, 26 pieces of lettuce and 18 olives," Count said.
"Hey, nobody compliments me on my salads!"whispered Oscar.
"Well Oscar, maybe that's because you have rotten eggs, bitten apples and chewed gum in your salad from your trash can,"supposed Ernie.
"Yes and NO cookies!" Yelled the Cookie Monster.
"Let`s calm down everyone okay? Now since we all settled down, WHERE IS BIG BIRD?"
Everyone looked around them. No sign of big bird!
Elmo started to say "How can we have thanksgiving dinner without..."
"Dinner is served" said the chef with the french accent that had a big, brown, dark mustache.
"Hey that is big bird!" Shrieked Elmo.
"Well, look on the bright side."Ernie told him.
"And what is that?" Asked Elmo.
"Always look on the bright side of life..."Sang Ernie
Then everyone (except for big bird) sang the song with him .
Delicious Bird
DELICIOUS BIRD
It was the day that Cookie Monster and I were going to Count’s birthday party. We sat at the table and Count brought a huge bird on a plate. Count put it on the table.
“What in the world is that?” Said Elmo.
“I think that’s Big Yellow Bird.” Said Cookie Monster.
“Oh my god, I’m not going to eat one of our best friends!” Said Elmo.
“I know but it looks delicious and count, can I eat it all?” Said Cookie Monster.
“No way, the bird is for all my friends duh!” Count said.
"Elmo, can you tell Count that I can eat it all?" Said Cookie Monster.
“No, I’m not letting anybody eat our friend who got his head chopped off.” Said Elmo.
“True, but it looks so delicious!” Cookie Monster said.
“Enough, we are leaving! Sorry, Count but I just can’t stand to see big bird on a platter with his head chopped off.” Said Elmo.
“Fine.” Cookie Monster said.
So they left the party.
“Ok thanks for coming to my party I hope you had fun.” Said Count.
The crazy people who drink a bird
"I do not eat cooked bird," said the Count. "But to honour or not to honour our little Big Bird, I will drink a portion."
Everybody's eyes were on the Count as he slowly bent down towards the dead bird on the table. Just as people started to think that he was going to take a big bite out of a big bird, he whipped out a straw, stuck it in Big Bird and started to suck very loudly.
"I always keep a few straws with me because you just never know!" said the Count.
"OMG!" said Elmo. "That is soooooooooo cool! Can I have a straw?"
"Of course you can have a straw Elmo, be my guest."
"Thanks."
"Hey, what about me!" cried Bert.
"And me!" said Ernie.
"And me!" shouted Oscar.
So, in the end, Big Bird was not eaten, but used as a very fine drink. Everyone enjoyed themselves except Cookie Monster who preferred to grumble about how nobody had brought him any cookies to eat.
By Josha
