-Anjali Bhavan, 1st year, MCE
-Siddhant Patra, 2nd year, CE
This is War. WAR.
All our lives and days have been leading up to this, and I, Dipsy, the one with the dipstick antenna, want you to listen. Since there would be a chance of me not returning from the battleground, I want you to hear my story. I want it to be heard before I..before I…
Damn, I can’t even get myself to say it. So here goes. You’re listening, yeah?
Once upon a time, all was not well in Tubbytronic Superdome.
We weren’t happy anymore, somehow; Po wasn’t blowing bubbles anymore, Laa-Laa was singing sad lullabies, and Tinky Winky was moody, morose, quiet. Even Noo-noo wasn’t up with his antics anymore; all of a sudden, a pall of gloom had descended on our world, and we were in its grip.
‘What has happened?’ I asked Laa-Laa one day.
‘Hey hey hey,’ she sang in her high-pitched voice, ‘Hey hey, look there, our TRPs down so low, what are we gonna gonna doooo….’
I tuned her out and walked away, worried. Low TRPs for our show meant our world would be taken away from us soon, and we would have nowhere to run to. It had been a happy roller coaster for us all these years. I thought that our gibberish was evergreen and the four of us were going to dominate prime time forever.
‘They are going shut us down in thirty thirty thirty days…’
I suddenly looked up. Wait. Closing down in a month? Who would have thought?
I ran to Tinky Winky; he was the most intelligent one amongst us all. ‘Hey listen up,’ I said. ‘Get out of your mood now; we need to do something.’
‘Do what?’ Tinky Winky said with a sigh. ‘We’re shutting down. There is nothing that the four of us can do.’
‘Naww….’ I trailed away. ‘Please. Let’s break bad. Let’s show them we can still entice kids. Let’s show them we’re da hood.’
‘And how do you suggest we do it?’
‘Happy Cookie!’ I whispered.
‘Damn,’ Tinky Winky whispered. ‘It’s…drugs.’
‘Yeah. We do it nonetheless. Kids will love it.’
For the uninitiated, Happy Cookies is our long kept secret, it is what we consume before the production of our episodes. These cookies are what cheer our spirits during that long monotonous hour. Happy Cookies are traditional home-made cookies but with a secret ingredient. The magical drop of golden sunshine from the Sun Baby which sets it apart.
And so we all got into making Happy Cookies, and needless to say, it was a resounding success. A bit too successful, I’m afraid; the drug became viral in the cookie black market. Kids were using up all their pocket money for it, and we were soon lying around in green dollar bills.
But then, has happiness ever lasted forever?
The obese blue octopus, what’s his name now, Oswald, and the weird penguin Pingu, who were nefariously snatching viewership away from us. Now they were into making Happy Cookies, too. And what was worse, they had modified it a bit, rebranded it and now were selling it as Happiest Cookies, which was eating away our consumer base.