Bert.

Bert.

Bert.

Wake up, Bert.

BERT: I'm up.

I'm up.

I'm up.

Wha-- wha-- wha-- what?

ERNIE: I can't sleep, Bert.

BERT: Ernie, why?

ERNIE: Well, I don't know, Bert.

I'm afraid, I think, Bert.

BERT: What are you afraid of, Ernie?

ERNIE: Oh, you know.

Like dark shadows, and spooky things, and monsters.

BERT: Oh, Ernie.

Listen.

You know Grover, and Cookie, and Harry.

All those guys are your friends, and they're monsters.

ERNIE: Well, that's true, Bert, but I

don't mean monsters like that.

I mean like spooky, scary monsters that go wuhba, wuhba.

BERT: Wuhba, wuhba?

ERNIE: Don't say that, Bert.

You'll scare me.

BERT: Ernie, get in the bed.

Get in the bed.

ERNIE: OK, Bert.

BERT: Get in the bed.

OK.

Now, listen.

Ernie, listen.

You are imagining all those scary things in your mind.

ERNIE: Really?

BERT: Yes.

But, but, you know, you can imagine

nice things and good things too.

ERNIE: Yeah?

BERT: Yeah.

Like-- um, what do you like?

ERNIE: Well, I like big balloons.

BERT: Oh.

Good, good, good.

Big balloons.

That's nice.

Um, what else do you like?

ERNIE: Let's see.

I like small balloons.

BERT: Small balloons.

Good.

OK.

So you like big balloons and small balloons.

ERNIE: Mhm.

BERT: Now there must be something else you like though.

ERNIE: Oh, oh, there is, Bert.

There is something else I like.

BERT: Oh, good.

What?

What?

What?

ERNIE: Medium sized balloons.

BERT: OK.

We've established you like balloons.

ERNIE: I like balloons.

BERT: So, um, so imagine balloons.

ERNIE: Well, gee, I tried that, Bert.

But, but, it's hard.

BERT: Well, do what I do.

Here's what I do.

I'll sing this to you.

ERNIE: OK.

BERT: [SINGING] Here in the meadow of imagination,

right in the middle of my head, I close my eyes,

and my room's not my room.

And my bed isn't really my bed.

You see, I look inside and discover

things that are sometimes strange and new,

and the most remarkable thoughts I think

have a way of being true.

ERNIE: [SINGING] Here in the middle of imagination,

right in the middle of my mind.

I close my eyes and the night isn't dark,

and the things that I lose, I find.

BERT: [SINGING] Time stands still, and the night is clear.

And the wind is warm and fair.

ERNIE: [SINGING] And the nicest place

is the middle of imagination when I'm there.

GROVER: Sorry for the delay.

But in a few seconds, you will see a triangle,

and then you will know exactly what a triangle looks like.

ROSITA: Here you go.

A triangle.

GROVER: Ugh.