AUTHOR'S NOTES

OK, I know that I haven't been publishing a lot of Mr. Johnson stories, but a lot of people that actually read them seem to like these stories a lot due to their humor. So, I have a lot more coming in the near future.

This story was actually inspired by another sketch on Sesame Street with the character Simon Soundman and not Mr. Johnson. This sketch is similar, but the ending is a lot different. And it would not be a Mr. Johnson sketch without Grover in it.

I DO NOT OWN THE SESAME STREET CHARACTERS PRESENTED IN THIS ONE-SHOT. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE OWNERS. Enjoy the story!


One day, Mr. Johnson, aka "Fat Blue" to most people, was looking to rent a musical instrument from a music store downtown. Known as Music City Rentals, it was the finest musical instrument rental store on Sesame Street. However, when Mr. Johnson entered the store, he saw no one. But, when someone appeared, he was shocked. This was because the only person working at the store was Grover, his usual waiter at Charlie's Restaurant.

"Oh, no!" Mr. Johnson said. "It's you! You're the guy that works over at Charlie's!"

"I may be the guy that works over at Charlie's but this is my day off from that place." Grover said. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"I will make this very simple." Mr. Johnson said. "I would like to rent a shiny gold trumpet for my trumpet lessons coming up this week."

"OK." Grover said. "One trumpet, coming right up."

"I hope he knows what he's doing." Mr. Johnson said to himself.

When Grover came back from the warehouse, all he brought was a trumpet case. Thinking there was a trumpet inside, Mr. Johnson opened it up. However, to his surprise, Grover never got the order right! Instead, there was a bugle inside, which was similar to a trumpet but smaller.

"This is a bugle! Not a trumpet!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed.

"How am I supposed to know the difference?" Grover asked Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson then told Grover to return with a gold trumpet, not a gold bugle. However, the next try, Grover returned with a trumpet, but it was copper bronze, not brass gold. Mr. Johnson snarled like a dog angry for food.

"OK. Listen carefully. I want a trumpet. That's BRASS GOLD, AHH!" Mr. Johnson said. Grover then went to get the gold trumpet. However, what disappointed Mr. Johnson was that the brass gold trumpet was broken. This caused Mr. JOhnson to faint.

"I can fix it." Grover said. Mr. Johnson later cried in the aftermath when he found out about the broken trumpet. And so, Mr. Johnson canceled his trumpet lessons for the week.

THE END