Elmo X Cookie Monster Novels & Stories

she laughed when she dropped him back. “But it will taste better that way, mama,” Milo whined, while attempting to put his chips into the bowl. By the time the cookies were placed in the oven, the kitchen looked like a battlefield, and Elle knew that Leo was going to convulse when he came back. When the cookies finally came out, they looked…not like cookies. Whatever it was that was on the tray was slightly burnt, with weird shapes, but the kids clapped proudly anyway, not caring that it wasn’t the shape of their regular cookies.

"Is this Mr crabby?" Lucas shook his head, chuckling, "No princess, this is not Mr. Crabby." "Mr. Crabby is way smaller," Aiden noted, he had no problem eating. He held Elmo next to him, as he tried to stuff some cheese down the poor canine's throat. I made a mental note to get some real dog food on our way back home. "But it looks like him," she got to her feet and raced to the sandcastle, possibly to make sure it was not her dear new friend laid out as lunch for us.

I settled beside her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo…something floral and clean that made my pulse quicken despite the domestic tranquility of the moment. "So," I said to Caesar, who was watching me with curious eyes, "what other adventures have this muffin had?" "Oh!" Caesar perked up immediately. "One time he met a cookie who was sad because nobody wanted to eat him!" "Why didn't anyone want to eat the cookie?" I asked, genuinely curious now. "Because he was shaped funny," Caesar explained with the gravity of someone sharing state secrets. "Like a squiggly line instead of a circle." "That's terrible," I said seriously. "What did the muffin do?"

Cookie squealed in disbelief, a wave of embarrassment washing over her but her mom waved her off, giving her the side eye. “I should come to visit you one of these days,” “You should and I’m sure he’d gladly welcome you,” “Alright, sweetie. Have a wonderful evening and send my regards to Jamie,” “I will, love you, mom,” “Love you, honey,” After the call ended, Cookie had the brightest smile on her face as she proceeded to the kitchen to make their dinner. She wore an apron over Jamie’s t-shirt that she had on as she was cooking and singing while swaying her hips to mimic dance moves, with a small smile on her face. But a few minutes into it, the doorbell rang. She stilled and immediately rin

Samantha growled as she unloaded twenty packs of my craving stuff in front of me. “She is a cookie monster !!” Jax cracked up and suddenly all my siblings went wild as they sung the extremely R- rated song, “Cookie Monster” by R. Kelly together. Ughh. These ape shit crazy bastards !!!! They were going to ruin cookies for me, weren’t they ? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mm like an Oreo I love to lick the middle like an Oreo (Turn up)

The first bite, a blissful blend of gooey chocolate and buttery dough, elicited a simultaneous moan of pleasure from them. "Oh heaven, the cookies taste so good" Ramona moaned out softly. "Cookies? Did someone just say cookies" They heard a familiar voice and turned to the door to see Belle standing there as she wore a sly grin on her face. "Belle," Ramona called happily. Belle slowly flaunt the pizza, crispy chicken and cola that she bought. "Women day, you say" Belle giggled and Ramona ran to her gently, pulling her in an embrace. "I came to spend the day with you again so you won't get bored" Belle said.

I gaped, "And when did you know how to bake cookies?" "Cooking shows on TV and books. Good thing I'm a fast-learner." I smile as Ben finishes his piece of Dosa. "And the Ironman cookies?" I watch as Ben takes one from the plateful of cookies. Landon smiles goofily. "Bought them." I smiled back at him and kiss his cheek. “I love you.” “I love you more.” He answers. "Th-The Ironm-man cookies are amazing Daddy Landon." Ben smiles while he had chunks of cookies around his lips.

I asked her in astonishment as she couldn't believe it while looking at me. "Why is there cartoon character included? Hello? The presentation I asked you to make is a presentation that helps me to close the deal. Are you expecting me to use this as a presentation for class reporting? Are you even serious with this?" She said with a hint of irritation as she looked at each slide I made one by one. I was able to sit up straight when she told me that. I was still dazzled for a few seconds when I saw the design of each slide I made—Sesame Street cartoon character, none other than Cookie Monster.

If this was going to get me hired, fine. “Any allergies?” I asked. “Of course not,” Rowena said, waving me off. I bent down to give him the cookies and Elias shook his head. Come on, little guy. “You haven’t even looked at it.” I urged. He shook his head again. I waited beside him. I didn’t force him but after a five minute conversation, he picked up the cookie. James' eyes raised. His jaw dropped. Then Elias took a bite and another. I looked at Rowena to glare at her like, see, I’ve done it but then Elias coughed, bringing my attention to him.

I’m in desperate need of human attention. I quietly make my way down the hall, slowly opening and closing the door to the booth where everyone watches through the glass while Warner sings. Eli hops from his chair, sniffing the treats I hold. “Break time,” he yells, forcing Warner to stop his vocals abruptly. “What do we have here?” Carson asks, then places a kiss at my temple. “I made Scotcharoos,” I tell them. “Trust me, they are to die for.” As if on cue, Eli elicits a moan of pleasure while he chews.