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From all of us that still remember Mr. Hooper, know there was a time no one but Big Bird could see Mr. Snuffleupagus, still count to 12 to the tune of the pointer sisters, dance themselves to sleep, know how to do the Batty Bat, sing to their rubber duckies, find this stuff hilarious, are still convinced that the only difference between Near and Far are how loud Grover is yelling and/or that our name is you, deal with not remembering the last line of a song by bashing our heads into a piano, think that extra terrestrials only know two words ("yip-yip" and "Nope"), are proud to sing the Grouch Anthem, still remember that you're supposed to pick up a loaf of bread, a container of milk and a stick of butter from the store, and most importantly remember a time when the whole show wasn't all about a squeaky voiced red minion from Satan, thank you for being there. We love you.
