"WHAT?!" Cookie Monster yelled. He gasped. Earlier that day, he had gone for a check up at the Sesame Street Doctor's Office. As he checked in with Dr. Grover, he knew something had to be wrong. After all, He wasn't scheduled to have a check up for six months! But after they had heard what happened to him after he got stung by a bee, they called him in.
Now, it all seemed so obvious to him. He gasped. "Diabetes? It can't be! I mean, most of those cookies were fat free!" he babbled in disbelief.
"I'm sorry," said Dr. Grover, his fur rustling at the sound of Cookie Monster's screams. "I just tell you what the records show. And no matter how many "fat free" cookies you had, you're practically obese! When you got stung by that wasp, the blue on your fur got even darker! After studies, we found out it meant you had diabetes. I'm sorry." he said with distain.
"But.. But that means I can't do the show anymore! How do you think that will make Elmo feel? I lost a bet with him, so now I owe him a year's worth of coffee! You should see what caffeine does to that little guy. Scarlet everywhe-"
"Cookie! It doesn't necessarily mean you have to quit the show completely. You could apply for a job in the health market. When I became a doctor, my spot went up for grabs."
Cookie Monster sniffled. " No… Big bird got your spot. He can barely fit behind the stand. Isn't there anyway you could be wrong?"
"No, Cookie. You have Diabetes type 2. We're certain."
Just then, Ernie walked in.
"Well, hey, cookie. I brought you a cookie. It's white chocolate chip. It even has Walnuts. I couldn't believe your text. Diabetes2, really?" Ernie said with sympathy.
"I'm afraid so." replied Dr. Grover. "Ernie, are Abby Cadabby and Burt coming? Abby might wanna know her husband has diabetes…"
Grover dragged out the word.
"Yeah, they're coming. I forwarded Cookie's text. Sorry, Cookie. I guess I'll just have to do your show!" he said getting smugger with every syllable. Cookie glared. That was it.