I took my daughter to see Sesame Street Live last weekend. Even though they call it Sesame Street Live, it's really all about Elmo. He's like Axl Rose for 3-year-olds.
After a 15- minute introduction of all of the other characters, the place went dark. Big Bird said, "Oh man, who are we missing?"
The crowd erupted, "ELMO!"
The spotlight tracked to center stage and out came the man of the hour. Screams echoed throughout as Elmo's furry ass started dancing around. I couldn't help but notice a hint of disdain in the rest of the characters.
I can just see them all going out for drinks afterward. Elmo's got two furry babes on each arm, slamming back Dos Equis while Grover and the gang play second fiddle. Kermit said that it ain't easy being green. But I can't help but think that you can have any bed when you're red.
I mean really, what do you do after you've played Elmo on the big stage. There's nothing more you can accomplish in the land of Muppets. My best guess is that you're forced to move on to actual musicals. That is of course, unless a jealous Muppet doesn't off you first because he wants your gig.
It's a dangerous world no doubt. I can see it now. It's like Showgirls but with better acting and no waxing.
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