---Super Grover: The Dark Monster Returns---

Disclaimer: I don't own Sesame Street, Super Grover, or the car I'm driving in for that matter, so please don't sue me.

Author's Warning: This is quite possibly the stupidest piece of fan fiction ever written. It is not intended for kids, so if you happen to be age-impaired please leave now.

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The terrified hostages huddled on the floor of the bank as the two robbers were screaming instructions at the bank teller, one slightly thinner than the other and sporting a small tuft of hair on top of his head. One old woman was forced to lay partially in the pool of blood left over when the security guard was shot.

"Come on, put it all in the bags, and no one has to get hurt!" The thin one yelled.

"Hey Bert! Rubber ducky saw her hit the silent alarm Bert!"

"Bad mistake!" He exclaimed, raising his Uzi at the frightened teller.

Without warning, though, the bank entrance burst open, and Super Grover swooped in, placing himself between the teller and the gunman. Bullets bounced off his hairy chest as he began to stare down the gunman, a look of grim determination on his face.

"Hey Bert! What do we do now Bert?"

"I don't know Ernie! I…" Bert was cut off by Super Grover's powerful punch that shattered his spleen. Dropping his gun on the floor, he clutched his side in agony, coughing up blood. Super Grover then shoved his hand into the villain's chest and ripped out his heart.

"Take that, evil doer!" Super Grover said with a sneer.

"Bert! Hey Bert! Oh no, what did you do to…" Ernie never got to finish the sentence, as the helmet-clad vigilante took advantage of the confusion to super-kick Ernie in the crotch. The blow was so powerful, it shattered his pelvis with a sickening "Crack!" sound.

"Aaaaa! Why can't I just die?" Ernie screamed, clutching what was left of his groin.

"Why? I'll tell you why, punk!" Super Grover shouted, "Because I want you to pay! All criminals must suffer such fates at my hands!"

Super Grover then flew out of the bank building as the hostages stood up and cheered. The police reluctantly had to acknowledge the help of the cute little sociopathic vigilante in getting the hostages out alive and taking down two of the nations most violent bank robbers.

---The End---