A long time cách đây — back when the West was really WILD — there was a town that had a Terrible Problem.

Piano Player: ♫ Nobody knows the problem we have… ♫
Barkeeper: Hoo boy! Do we have a problem!
Green Cowboy Muppet: Oh, what a problem we have!
Blue Cowboy Muppet: That’s some problem we have, huh?
Saloon Patron: bạn think you have a problem?
Cowboy Kid: Hey, everybody! What’s our problem?

Green Patron Muppet: See this poster, son? This is (gulp) The Great Cookie Thief!
Cowboy Kid: Who’s The Great Cookie Thief?
Barkeeper: He’s the feller who’s been stealing bánh quy, cookie from all the bakeries...

One ngày Grover went to the school auditorium to see the school play, “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” Prairie Dawn was playing the role of Goldilocks.
Grover: Look! There she is! That is my friend Prairie Dawn!

In the play, Goldilocks ate up the bears’ cháo and sat on the bears’ chairs. Then she went and lay down on the bears’ three beds.
“Oh, my,” she said. “This giường is too hard. And this giường is too soft. But this giường is just right.”
As soon as Goldilocks fell asleep on the little bear’s bed, the three bears came trang chủ from their walk in the woods.
“Look, Daddy,” said...

Once there was a little girl who lived with her mother in a house at the edge of the forest.
The little girl always wore a red áo choàng and mui xe that her grandmother had made for her. That’s why everyone, even her mother, called her Little Red Riding Hood.

One ngày Little Red Riding Hood’s mother đã đưa ý kiến to her, “Grandmother is not feeling well. I have packed a basket with trái cây and cakes and honey. Will bạn take it to here?”
“Yes, Mother,” đã đưa ý kiến Little Red Riding Hood.

“Be careful going through the forest,” đã đưa ý kiến her mother, “and don’t dawdle along the way. Grandmother is waiting for...

Every morning Theodore chuột woke up with the sunrise.
He made his bed.
He brushed his teeth.
He combed his whiskers.

Then he climbed to the roof of his house and looked out over the rooftops of the other chuột houses. He looked out beyond the trees, and beyond the shoreline, to the sea.

“Every morning is the same,” Theodore said. “I make my bed. I brush my teeth. I comb my whiskers. Then I climb up to the roof. The only thing that changes,” Theodore sighed, “is the sea. Sometimes it is rough and wild, and sometimes it is smooth as glass.”

Then Theodore chuột thought of something he had...

Once upon a time there were three Billy Goats Gruff who lived on a hillside tiếp theo to a wide, deep stream.

On the other side of the stream was a big field of sweet, green grass.

Every ngày the three Billy Goats Gruff looked hungrily at the field on the other side of the stream. Every ngày they longed to eat some of the sweet, green grass.
But to get to the other side of the stream, they had to vượt qua, cross a wooden bridge. And under the bridge lived a horrible, mean troll.

One ngày the littlest Billy Goat Gruff said, “I cannot wait any longer. I am going to vượt qua, cross the bridge and eat the sweet, green grass.”...

One cold winter night Baby chịu, gấu snuggled down under the giường covers and shut his eyes to go to sleep.
Then right in his room he heard an eek and a creak and a squeak.
Baby chịu, gấu sat straight up in his bed.
“What was that?” he called out in the darkness. Then he skedaddled out of bed…

…down the hall, and swoosh! into giường with his big brother.
“I heard an eek right in my room,” đã đưa ý kiến Baby chịu, gấu from deep down under the covers, “and a creak and a squeak.”

“Why, there’s nothing to be frightened of,” đã đưa ý kiến the big brother bear. “Those noises were some little mice in their little mouse...

Once there was a little red hen who found some grain. She thought of the fine wheat that would grow if she planted the grain.
“Who will help me plant this grain?” asked the Little Red Hen.

The Cat, the Rat, and the Dog were relaxing in the sun, sipping tea.
“Not I,” meowed the Cat.
“Not I,” squeaked the Rat.
“Not I,” barked the Dog.
“Then I will do it myself,” đã đưa ý kiến the Little Red Hen.


Every ngày the wheat grew taller and thêm golden. Soon it was ready to be cut.
“Who will help me cut this wheat?” asked the Little Red Hen.
“Not I,” meowed the Cat. “I’m too tired.”
“Not...

Polly’s Pet is fed up.
He is sick and tired of being pushed around and poked, of being shoved and dragged all over the place. He wishes that Polly and her brother would leave him alone.

When he is inside and feels like sleeping, they take him outside and pull him around. When he is having fun outside, they bring him in and put him to bed. They turn him into a baby and wheel him around in a carriage.


Polly’s Pet is so mad at Polly and her brother that he wants to bite hoặc scratch hoặc pinch them. But the rules say “No biting” and “No scratching” and “No pinching.” Polly’s Pet does...

One ngày Big Bird was walking along thinking about what he was going to get Mr. Snuffleupagus for his birthday, when—WHAP!—something cold and wet hit him in the face.

Big Bird had walked right into Susan’s fresh clean clothes that she had washed and hung out in the sun to dry and knocked the clothesline down. Wet socks and jeans and towels and sheets fell to the ground.


“Oh, no! Susan will be so angry with me when she sees her clean laundry all dirty on the ground,” đã đưa ý kiến Big Bird. “What will I tell her?
“Hmm. I could tell Susan that a big flock of birds was flying south for the winter...

Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were:
Flopsy
Mopsy
Cottontail
and Peter
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
“Now, my dears,” đã đưa ý kiến old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, “you may go into the fields hoặc down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Your father had an accident there; he was put into a pie bởi Mrs. McGregor. Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.”


Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown...

Where did Super-Grover come from? How did he get his super-powers? To answer these questions, we must go back in history…back to the time when Grover was a very little monster.
One ngày Grover’s mommy đã đưa ý kiến to him, “Well, Grover, it is almost Halloween. I had better start making your costume. Now, let me see what I have…” She found an old towel, a funny old mũ bảo hiểm that Grover’s daddy had once brought home, and a few other odds and ends.
She worked and worked, and finally she announced, “Well, I have finished your costume, Grover. Just in time for Halloween. I hope bạn like it!”
“Why,...

One snowy winter day, Rhonda Sue Bissey decided to go sledding.
“Oooh,” she said. “Look at this beautiful long hill! I’ve never gone down this đồi núi, hill on my sled. I think I’ll try it!”
And she jumped on her sled and down she went!
“Wheeee,” she shouted, “This is GREAT!”

Meanwhile Super-Grover was flying high above. He scanned the ground, looking for someone who might be in trouble and need his help.
Super-Grover: Yoo-hoo! Anybody need any help? Your friendly neighborhood superhero is available right now! No waiting! Step right up…
Suddenly, Super-Grover’s super-sharp eyes saw...