HI! I got this from watching Dexter Meets Sesame Street Version 2! Watch it on ! I don't own Dexter :( and I don't own Sesame Street (thank god for that!)
A group of kitchen knives were laid carefully on a small table, along with a scalpel, a pair of tweezers, and a drill. You see it was time again for everyone's favorite serial killer to strike. And this time it is America's most loved child icon. Elmo.
When said icon awakened, Elmo began trying to escape, but alas. He was tied down in plastic. Seeing his kidnapper, Elmo began shaking his head and Dexter ripped the duct-tape violently off of his mouth. "Ow! That hurt Elmo!" exclaimed the child icon. "Well, I bet you didn't think how it hurt those children when you mutilated them," the moral serial killer said emotionlessly.
"Uh...erm... Elmo doesn't know what you're talking about," the monster puppet said nervously. Dexter went back to the table and grabbed the scalpel and tweezers. He made a large cut on the puppets face and the puppet screamed, "OW! YOU BITCH, uh... I mean... you big meanie!" Dexter carefully plucked Elmo's cotton blood and put it on a single slide. "Quite the mouth you got there for a children's icon."
"Do you know what the letter for today is?"
"No. What?"
"The letter for today is brought to you by the letter 'F' for fuck you!" exclaimed Elmo and then he started laughing in his weird high-pitched laugh. "Really? That's it? I heard worse from Dorthy when I flushed her down the toilet," Dexter replied and Elmo gasped. "You didn't! You're going to pay for that. Elmo's got connections. Bert and Ernie really now how to fuck a guy up! One call and you're dead!"
"We'll just see about that," the serial killer said and something about him then seemed deadly and dangerous. And Elmo realized it too.
"W-w-well you're just a big meanie," the puppet said fear slowly creeping into his voice. Dexter put on a wielders mask. "Hey! Hey, w-what are you doing? W-what do you need a mask for," the puppet aksed fearing for his very life. The serial killer turned on the drill and began drawing it closer to the icon's chest. "No! No! Oh no! No p-please! E-Elmo d-doesn't want to d-d-die! No! No!" he cried.
And suddenly the drill was plunged through Elmo's heart. Cotton spewing everywhere, and you can here Elmo choking on his very own cotton. Then there was only the sound of the drill till it stopped dead.
Back at the set of Sesame Street...
"Okay where is Elmo," said the head of Children's Televison Workshop through his phone. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S MISSING?!" "Okay... just go find a replacement...bye." "Jeez, where do all the characters go?"