"A Chef and a BIG BIRD!"

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Back at the kitchen again, the Swedish Chef was just messing around with the wooden spoons like they were drumsticks. They were making a lot of loud banging, clomping, clanging and smacking, just as Big Bird arrived.

"Hi there!" Big Bird said as he walked in. "Did you wish to talk to me about something, Mr. Cook, sir?"

"Oh, ja, ja, ja!" the Swedish Chef replied as he revealed his hammer. "Ungus sher doo!"

"Gee..." Big Bird said. "Nice kitchen. Hey, are you gonna have cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes?"

But because he was SO big... his tail caused the Swedish Chef to fall over to the floor!

"Ja, ensperging Bern!" the Swedish Chef answered. "Yengis Bern da goobla-goobla!"

"I just want to hear about the whole meal!" Big Bird smiled.

"Oh, yerngus sperg..." the Swedish Chef explained.

"But first, I want to give this little present to you." Big Bird added as he handed him something from his nest.

"Ebit her?" The Swedish Chef asked him.

"It's chocolate-covered birdseed." Big Bird answered. "I made it myself."

"Engus sperg da merga mor?" the Swedish Chef wondered.

"I wanted to give it to you because... well... I know that you're from Sweden and it must be hard for you because you're away from your family and loved ones during the holidays." Big Bird explained. "At Christmas, there are places and people and things that become very, very special."

And because of that little reminder, Big Bird and The Swedish Chef decided to share a little melody all about just that.

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
Jack frost nipping at your nose.
Yule don smert egon sverda gon mer.
Es sblergon yeber Eskimos.

Everybody knows a Turkey and some mistletoe.
Yegon glerkon smernay ew.
Although it's been said many times, many ways.
Merry Christmas... Fleula yule...

Merry Christmas... to you...
Fleula yule... a vu...

But that ended up breaking the Swedish Chef's heart as he remembered that he was far away from his family. And as a result... he started crying.

"Now there, Mr. Cook, tell me..." Big Bird added. "Exactly what are you going to fix for Christmas dinner?"

"Ohh!" the Swedish Chef remembered. "Skraper vie don cranen boochers!"

"Shredded wheat and cranberry sauce?!" Big Bird gasped. "My absolute favorite!"

"Ja!" the Swedish Chef happily agreed, feeling better in the process.

After Greg finished warming up a tray with cups of hot chocolate and a bag of marshmallows for their Muppet and Sesame guests, he noticed Kermit sitting in a chair by the kitchen table, still worried about Miss Piggy. Even Beauraguard couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Goodness." Beauraguard gasped. "Ooh, there's going to be lots of snow for me to shovel tomorrow.

"It's getting worse and worse out there." Kermit whimpered.

"Well... aren't you glad you're in here all warm and toasty?" Beauraguard asked him.

"I just wish Miss Piggy were..." Kermit sighed in defeat.

Meanwhile...

"Okay!" Miss Piggy shouted while grabbing the back of the taxi, still stuck in the storm. "When I yell three, gun it! One, two, three!"

But it was even worse news for her. The taxi just couldn't move at all, as the tires struggled to make the yellow vehicle move, it splashed soggy, grey snow right in her face, much to her irritation. It was becoming clear. It was, indeed, going to be too late.

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