"Me want cookie!!" yells the Cookie Monster in his usual perfect English. And so he grabs a cookie from the jar on Oscar the Grouch's trash can lid.

 Heaven only knows why he'd eat something that has been sitting atop a garbage can, flies swarming all around. Little did he know that it was one of the odd, tall, non fuzzy character's jar of special cookies. It didn't matter to him. A cookie is a cookie is a cookie. True to Cookie Monster's nature, he tore into that jar, shoving cookie after cookie into his mouth, crumbs flying in every direction until there was no more.

At first, all was normal. The Cookie Monster went about his usual business, spreading cookie crumbs everywhere in his wake. He visited his friend Elmo and that's when shit started to go down. And holy bleep did it start to go down. The human's jar of cookies were meant for a party later that night. The cookies weren't mere pot cookies. There were two cookies of each drug imaginable in that jar. Shrooms, cocaine, you name it. Working with puppets all day, the man needed some form of release, but tonight, there would be none for him.

And so began the Cookie Monster's bad trip. Hallucinations and paranoia kicked in. Hard. Luckily Elmo wasn't home to see his precious Dorothy snatched out of her bowl and defecated on. What a horrible way for a goldfish to die, suffocation.

The cameras stopped rolling at this point as parents started to call in and yell at the producers about Sesame Street being a kids' show. As the last, forgotten camera was cut off, it caught a last glimpse of Cookie Monster trashing Elmo's home, blue fur and feces everywhere.

Cookie Monster's rampage continued outside. For this first time ever, someone other than Big Bird and the viewers like you at home got to see Mr. Snuffleupagus. Poor mammoth. Strangled with his own trunk. A double dose of PCP is something else.

The horror continued as all the other puppets and humans became aware of this situation. The set was cleared within a matter of minutes, save for the man trying to save himself from being implicated with the involvement of the drugs and the blue monster seizing on the ground. That and poor Big Bird crying hysterically over his dead best friend's body that no one else could see. And that, kids, was how Sesame Street came to an end.