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A/N: Believe it or not I got this idea from watching old episodes of Who's the boss (if you know that show). Is odd.
Children's Television Workshop presents:
NIGHTMARE ON SESAME STREET
Everyone in Sesame Street was crowded around the scene. The cops had plastered up the yellow tape but everybody had already seen the horror. In a pool of his own blood in the middle of the street lay Elmo.
Grover shook his head.
'Last year it was Oscar the Grouch and now it's Elmo.'
People and monster began to take their children away as the police began cleaning up the crime scene. Grover took a last look before shaking his head and returning back to his office.
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It had been a tough couple of years for Grover and they were starting to take their toll on him. Prairie Don came in with his mail.
'Here, Grover,' she said, offering him a coffee 'Try to relax.'
'Thanks,' he told her but he knew he couldn't.
He picked up some old unsolved cases and tried not to think about poor old Elmo and the scrape wounds on his body. The phone rang and she walked off to get it. Grover drank his coffee and went back to the cases.
A few moments later Prairie Don came back in with a shocked look on her face. 'It's happened again,' she told him.
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He shook his head.
'Two in as many days,' he said 'Unbelievable.'
Zoe lay on the ground. Her face scratched beyond recognition.
He took the necessery notes and went back to the office.
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He had just settled down with a hard drink when he noticed a tiny little note on his desk. He got out his magnifying glass and carefully read it.
It said "I know who's doing it. Meet me at the Fixit shop at midnight.'
He wondered who could have written it before he drowned the rest of his drink.
Next chapter soon.
A/N: Believe it or not I got this idea from watching old episodes of Who's the boss (if you know that show). Is odd.
Children's Television Workshop presents:
NIGHTMARE ON SESAME STREET
Everyone in Sesame Street was crowded around the scene. The cops had plastered up the yellow tape but everybody had already seen the horror. In a pool of his own blood in the middle of the street lay Elmo.
Grover shook his head.
'Last year it was Oscar the Grouch and now it's Elmo.'
People and monster began to take their children away as the police began cleaning up the crime scene. Grover took a last look before shaking his head and returning back to his office.
**************************
It had been a tough couple of years for Grover and they were starting to take their toll on him. Prairie Don came in with his mail.
'Here, Grover,' she said, offering him a coffee 'Try to relax.'
'Thanks,' he told her but he knew he couldn't.
He picked up some old unsolved cases and tried not to think about poor old Elmo and the scrape wounds on his body. The phone rang and she walked off to get it. Grover drank his coffee and went back to the cases.
A few moments later Prairie Don came back in with a shocked look on her face. 'It's happened again,' she told him.
**************************
He shook his head.
'Two in as many days,' he said 'Unbelievable.'
Zoe lay on the ground. Her face scratched beyond recognition.
He took the necessery notes and went back to the office.
*****************************
He had just settled down with a hard drink when he noticed a tiny little note on his desk. He got out his magnifying glass and carefully read it.
It said "I know who's doing it. Meet me at the Fixit shop at midnight.'
He wondered who could have written it before he drowned the rest of his drink.
Next chapter soon.