Ernie hummed along the apartment of Sesame Street. While he was humming, he saw a rubber mousy. "A rubber mousy! I think I'll sing with my rubber mousy." Ernie thought. "It's better than my plain old rubber ducky!"
Ernie sang to the rubber mousy...
Rubber mousy, you're my friend,
I want to hold you 'til the end,
Rubber mousy, I don't want to move on from you.
Doo doo doo da doo...
Rubber mousy, let me in,
Don't let my duckie pull me back again,
Rubber mousy, let me spend the whole day with you!
"Wow, this little mouse can be better than that duckie I always carry!" said Ernie.
Bert then found Ernie singing with a rubber mousy in his hand, and interrupted him for a moment.
"Ernie, what are you doing?" asked Bert. "And what on earth is that in your hand?" Bert pointed to that rubber mousy that was on Ernie's hand.
"Bert, that's a rubber mousy!" said Ernie. "Have you ever heard of it?"
"No, I don't think I have." replied Bert.
"It's a rubber mousy that cats play with. It's way better than my rotten old rubber duckie, Bert." said Ernie.
"How can it be better than a rubber duckie? Why not give it to the cat outside?" asked Bert.
"Bert, I'm not giving up my rubber mousy. Me and the rubber mousy are meant to be." said Ernie.
"Fine! Do what you want with the rubber mousy. I'm gonna read a book anyways." said Bert, leaving.