Don't Talk to Strangers: A Blue's Clues fanfic
by joeanne
The next morning was just as bright and cheery as the day before. In fact,
it was always bright and cheery and Steve could hardly remember a time when
it wasn't. He rolled out of bed and stretched. He rubbed the sleep out of
his eyes and stumbled into his living room. Steve casually glanced out the
window and noticed Blue sitting on the front lawn.
This was rather puzzling since Blue was usually still asleep when Steve woke
up. He opened the door and stepped outside, unmindful that he was wearing
his pajamas and fuzzy slippers. "What is it, Blue?" Steve asked the puppy.
Blue whimpered and pointed to a new house that had been built across the
street. She pranced around nervously, always looking at the house. "Is
that where Jeffery lives?" Steve asked.
Blue nodded and barked frantically. "Did you see or hear something over
there?" Steve asked. Blue was practically having a seizure by now.
Steve stroked the puppy's head to calm her down.
Steve then had a rare flash of true insight, "Do you think it has anything to
do with what we saw last night?" Blue spun around, jumped into the air and
smacked her paw in the air. A bright blue pawprint hovered there.
"So we need to play Blue's Clues to figure out what Jeffery's doing today?"
Steve asked. Blue nodded and barked. She spun around again excitedly.
"Okay, I've just got to get dressed and we can start."
Steve jogged into the house and back into his room. As he quickly shed his
pajamas and slipped into his customary khakis and green-striped shirt, he
thought about the situation. If Blue was this upset at what Jeffery was
going to do today it must be bad. Unfortunately, the format of the show
prevented Steve from getting any direct answers from his faithful friend.
The only way she could communicate was through the Blue's Clues game.
This meant that he would have to try twice as hard to find the clues
if they were going to stop Jeffery from doing whatever he was going to do.
Steve dashed fully dressed out of his room. He looked around, puzzled that
Blue wasn't waiting for him.
Steve jogged into the living room and picked up his handy dandy Notebook.
Suddenly, he heard a cry from behind him. It sounded like someone was
saying, "Shoe." "What shoe?" he turned around and asked.
"NO! A CLUE!" the voices boomed.
"Oh, a clue!" Steve answered. The voices had been disturbing at first, but
then he realized that it was just part of his universe and that he would
just have to go with it.
Steve spun around and saw a handkerchief with a pawprint on it lying
innocently on the floor. "Hey, we just found our first clue! We
just found our first clue, we just found our first clue, we just found our first
clue, we just found our first clue, because we're really smart!" Steve sang.
"Now to put this in our handy dandy Notebook," he muttered and he crudely
drew a handkerchief with the oversized crayon. "Now, what would Jeffery
want to do with a handkerchief?" Steve asked himself, tapping the crayon
against the side of his face. "I guess I need more clues," he said.
He hadn't seen where Blue had disappeared to, so Steve decided to check
the kitchen. He jogged to the kitchen and was disappointed that there
was no sign of Blue.
"Hello," Mr. Salt began.
"Steve," Mrs. Pepper finished for him.
"Hi, Mr. Salt, Mrs. Pepper, Paprika! Have you seen Blue today? We're
playing Blue's Clues," Steve flexed his hands twice, "to figure out what
Jeffery wants to do today."
"We saw Blue," Mrs. Pepper started.
"Go to the backyard!" Mr. Salt finished.
"Thank you," Steve said.
"Wait! Can you help us figure out what Paprika--" Mrs. Pepper began.
"I'm sorry, but I'm on a time constraint today. I'll come back after Blue's
Clues," Steve flexed his hands again, "And help you all you want." Steve
quickly jogged out of the kitchen to avoid the spices' protest.
Steve went outside and stopped by the sandbox. "Hi, Shovel. Hi, Pail.
Have you seen my puppy today?" he asked.
"I think she went back inside," Shovel answered.
Steve was beginning to get frustrated. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't
faze him, but today the clues were important.
"Can you help us play 'Charades'?" Pail asked.
"Um, how can you play 'Charades' when you don't have any arms and a limited
range of expression?" Steve asked quizzically.
"STEVE!" Shovel and Pail admonished.
"I thought it was a reasonable question," Steve defended himself.
"Do! Do!" Steve heard the choir invisible chorus.
"Do what?" he asked the sky.
"NO! Clue!" the voices chorused again.
"OH!" Steve looked and found a pile of rope with a blue pawprint on it. "We
found our second clue!" Steve danced for a few moments and sketched the rope
into his handy dandy Notebook. "Now I have to go inside to find the third
clue. Bye!" Steve called.
"Wait! Aren't you going to help us play?" Shovel asked pitifully.
"Don't worry, we can do it ourselves," Pail comforted. He began jumping around
in the sand.
"Sounds like--"
Steve dashed back inside. He had already been into the kitchen, the living room,
and the bedroom. Blue wouldn't waste time today going into a picture, that left
one room: the bathroom.
The bathroom was immaculately clean, which was surprising since this was a
bachelor's house. Slippery Soap was sitting on the sink looking a little upset.
"What's wrong, Slippery?" Steve asked.
"Blue left a really scary clue in here," Slippery answered.
Steve looked puzzled, "What kind of clue?"
"A creepy one," Slippery said. "I know that it's probably important but it's
really nasty."
"Where is it, Slippery?" Steve asked.
"In the medicine cabinet," Slippery answered.
Steve faced the cabinet, a little frightened of what may be inside. His hand
skirted the handle before jerking away. Steeling his courage, Steve yanked the
door open. There were the typical medicine bottles and cups and a tube with a
bright blue pawprint.
"Hey, the third clue!" Steve gasped. He picked up the tube which curiously had
no label. "Um, Slippery. What's so scary about a tube? There isn't even a label
on it," Steve asked.
Slippery indicated for Steve to come closer. The soap bar whispered exactly what
the tube was for. Steve flushed a bright red. "Oh," was his only answer. "Um,
is there anything I can get you, Slippery? You know that it's okay to talk to me
if you have a problem or when you're upset," Steve offered.
"Just a warm cup of Dial, please," Slippery asked. Steve patted the soap bar on
the head, and wiped the film off on his pants.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" Steve said. Slippery nodded. Steve dashed back into
the living room. He drew a picture of the tube into his notebook. "Hey! I have
all three clues! It's time for--" Steve began.
"The Thinking Chair!" the invisible voices called.
"The Thinking Chair!" Steve echoed and plopped down into the soft, oversized red
chair. Blue came in right at that moment and sat behind it. "Now what would
Jeffery want to do with a handkerchief, a rope, and that tube?" The objects in
question obligingly appeared over Steve's head.
"Hmm. He could tie the handkerchief to the rope and play tug-of-war! But that
leaves out the tube. Maybe, he could use the rope to make a four-square court--
that makes no sense," Steve said. "Maybe if I started with the tube--"
Blue barked in encouragement. "Okay, so the tube--oh," Steve flushed as red as
the Thinking Chair. He waved his hand in the air above him to disperse the
pictures above his head. "We just figured out Blue's Clues, and now I'm going to
be ill," Steve sang, clutching his knees to his stomach.
Blue whimpered in sympathy. "Yes, we should call the police before anything bad
happens," Steve agreed and reached for the phone.
"Hello, Sesame Street Police, how may I help you?" a voice answered.
"Wow, does Sesame Street run everything?" Steve asked.
"Well, being the first children's show set in a fictionalized urban environment
we've had more experience with real life institutions," the voice explained.
"Oh, neat. Well, my dog Blue and I were playing Blue's Clues to figure out
what Jeffery wanted to do today," Steve started.
"Who's Jeffery?" the voice asked.
"He's my creepy, suspicious new neighbor!" Steve answered cheerfully. "When
we finished the game we found three clues: a handkerchief, rope, and a tube of--
stuff. I'm afraid that Jeffery is going to do something strange and unmentionable
in front of children," Steve explained.
"This does sound serious. I'll send some officers right away, Mr. Steve," the
voice reassured.
"Thank--" Steve was cut off by a cloth covering his mouth. He could feel it work
its way over his lips and between his teeth. His assailant quickly tied the ends
of the cloth together, effectively gagging Steve. Steve had already figured out
that Jeffery had come by to "play."
When Steve reached behind him to swat Jeffery's hands away, the older man grasped
his wrists. Jeffery forced Steve to bend forward and then tied the younger man's
wrists behind his back. When Jeffery moved away, Steve bolted for the door.
The older man quickly caught up and threw Steve back into the Thinking Chair.
Jeffery then straddled his victim's lap to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? I've called the police and they're
on their way. You'll already have a great deal of jail time coming up so why
make this worse for yourself?" Steve reasoned. Unfortunately, Steve was gagged
so it came out more like, "MMhhhmmMMM,uuuummmmmmhhhhh."
"Mine, all mine," Jeffery muttered, running his fingers through Steve's hair.
Suddenly, a stray thought went through Steve's mind. /Where's Blue? I hope
she's okay./ Steve felt Jeffery's hands leave his hair. It would have been
frightening if Jeffery had begun undoing Steve's belt, but now he was undoing
his own! /HELP!/ Steve screamed mentally.
A low growl came from in front of the Thinking Chair. Jeffery stopped unzipping
his pants and turned to look. "Oh, look. It's your little friends, Steve,"
Jeffery sneered. Steve craned his head to look around Jeffery.
Blue and her friend Magenta were in front, growling fiercely. Mailbox, Shovel,
Pail, Slippery and the spices were standing behind them. Blue turned to Magenta
and barked what sounded like, "Charge!"
Magenta flew at Jeffery and proceeded to do horribly violent things to him. Blue
climbed into the Thinking Chair and chewed off the binding ropes. When Steve was
free, he untied the gag around his mouth. He looked at Blue, "I didn't know
Magenta was a black belt in karate!" Blue shrugged and watched the carnage.
The door flew open with a bang and a serious of Muppets dressed in blue uniforms
piled into the house. Magenta finished off Jeffery with one last kick to the
groin. The Muppets surveyed the scene. "I take it that's Jeffery," one asked,
pointing to the bloodied mess on the floor.
Steve could only nod. The Muppets officers picked Jeffery up off the floor and
handcuffed him with toy handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent, anything
you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to
a snack, if you do not have a snack one will be provided to you by the Children's
Television Workshop cafeteria--" a blue monster recited as they dragged Jeffery off.
"We'll take it from here, young man. You may need to come down to the station
tomorrow to make a statement, but that should be it before the trial. I have
a feeling he'll be locked up for a long time," the head Muppet officer said.
"Do you know who he was?" Steve asked.
"The theory is that he is a fictive created by a disturbed author for the express
purpose of terrorizing children's show characters. He's named after a famous
serial killer," the Muppet reported.
"Wow, thank you so much officer," Steve thanked.
"You're welcome, young man," the officer said and walked out the door.
"It's been a busy morning. Maybe we should have a party to thank everyone for
their help today," Steve suggested. The inanimate objects cheered.
"But first," Steve said, winking to the invisible audience. "And now it's time
for so long, but we'll sing just one more song. Thanks for doing your part, you
know you sure are smart. And with me and you, and my dog Blue we can do anything
that we want to do," Steve sang as the sun shone brightly over an essentially happy
world.
The End
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Blue's Clues is owned by Nickelodeon and, I believe, Viacom. Jeffery is an original
character owned by me. If you wish to borrow Jeffery then please email me.
by joeanne
The next morning was just as bright and cheery as the day before. In fact,
it was always bright and cheery and Steve could hardly remember a time when
it wasn't. He rolled out of bed and stretched. He rubbed the sleep out of
his eyes and stumbled into his living room. Steve casually glanced out the
window and noticed Blue sitting on the front lawn.
This was rather puzzling since Blue was usually still asleep when Steve woke
up. He opened the door and stepped outside, unmindful that he was wearing
his pajamas and fuzzy slippers. "What is it, Blue?" Steve asked the puppy.
Blue whimpered and pointed to a new house that had been built across the
street. She pranced around nervously, always looking at the house. "Is
that where Jeffery lives?" Steve asked.
Blue nodded and barked frantically. "Did you see or hear something over
there?" Steve asked. Blue was practically having a seizure by now.
Steve stroked the puppy's head to calm her down.
Steve then had a rare flash of true insight, "Do you think it has anything to
do with what we saw last night?" Blue spun around, jumped into the air and
smacked her paw in the air. A bright blue pawprint hovered there.
"So we need to play Blue's Clues to figure out what Jeffery's doing today?"
Steve asked. Blue nodded and barked. She spun around again excitedly.
"Okay, I've just got to get dressed and we can start."
Steve jogged into the house and back into his room. As he quickly shed his
pajamas and slipped into his customary khakis and green-striped shirt, he
thought about the situation. If Blue was this upset at what Jeffery was
going to do today it must be bad. Unfortunately, the format of the show
prevented Steve from getting any direct answers from his faithful friend.
The only way she could communicate was through the Blue's Clues game.
This meant that he would have to try twice as hard to find the clues
if they were going to stop Jeffery from doing whatever he was going to do.
Steve dashed fully dressed out of his room. He looked around, puzzled that
Blue wasn't waiting for him.
Steve jogged into the living room and picked up his handy dandy Notebook.
Suddenly, he heard a cry from behind him. It sounded like someone was
saying, "Shoe." "What shoe?" he turned around and asked.
"NO! A CLUE!" the voices boomed.
"Oh, a clue!" Steve answered. The voices had been disturbing at first, but
then he realized that it was just part of his universe and that he would
just have to go with it.
Steve spun around and saw a handkerchief with a pawprint on it lying
innocently on the floor. "Hey, we just found our first clue! We
just found our first clue, we just found our first clue, we just found our first
clue, we just found our first clue, because we're really smart!" Steve sang.
"Now to put this in our handy dandy Notebook," he muttered and he crudely
drew a handkerchief with the oversized crayon. "Now, what would Jeffery
want to do with a handkerchief?" Steve asked himself, tapping the crayon
against the side of his face. "I guess I need more clues," he said.
He hadn't seen where Blue had disappeared to, so Steve decided to check
the kitchen. He jogged to the kitchen and was disappointed that there
was no sign of Blue.
"Hello," Mr. Salt began.
"Steve," Mrs. Pepper finished for him.
"Hi, Mr. Salt, Mrs. Pepper, Paprika! Have you seen Blue today? We're
playing Blue's Clues," Steve flexed his hands twice, "to figure out what
Jeffery wants to do today."
"We saw Blue," Mrs. Pepper started.
"Go to the backyard!" Mr. Salt finished.
"Thank you," Steve said.
"Wait! Can you help us figure out what Paprika--" Mrs. Pepper began.
"I'm sorry, but I'm on a time constraint today. I'll come back after Blue's
Clues," Steve flexed his hands again, "And help you all you want." Steve
quickly jogged out of the kitchen to avoid the spices' protest.
Steve went outside and stopped by the sandbox. "Hi, Shovel. Hi, Pail.
Have you seen my puppy today?" he asked.
"I think she went back inside," Shovel answered.
Steve was beginning to get frustrated. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't
faze him, but today the clues were important.
"Can you help us play 'Charades'?" Pail asked.
"Um, how can you play 'Charades' when you don't have any arms and a limited
range of expression?" Steve asked quizzically.
"STEVE!" Shovel and Pail admonished.
"I thought it was a reasonable question," Steve defended himself.
"Do! Do!" Steve heard the choir invisible chorus.
"Do what?" he asked the sky.
"NO! Clue!" the voices chorused again.
"OH!" Steve looked and found a pile of rope with a blue pawprint on it. "We
found our second clue!" Steve danced for a few moments and sketched the rope
into his handy dandy Notebook. "Now I have to go inside to find the third
clue. Bye!" Steve called.
"Wait! Aren't you going to help us play?" Shovel asked pitifully.
"Don't worry, we can do it ourselves," Pail comforted. He began jumping around
in the sand.
"Sounds like--"
Steve dashed back inside. He had already been into the kitchen, the living room,
and the bedroom. Blue wouldn't waste time today going into a picture, that left
one room: the bathroom.
The bathroom was immaculately clean, which was surprising since this was a
bachelor's house. Slippery Soap was sitting on the sink looking a little upset.
"What's wrong, Slippery?" Steve asked.
"Blue left a really scary clue in here," Slippery answered.
Steve looked puzzled, "What kind of clue?"
"A creepy one," Slippery said. "I know that it's probably important but it's
really nasty."
"Where is it, Slippery?" Steve asked.
"In the medicine cabinet," Slippery answered.
Steve faced the cabinet, a little frightened of what may be inside. His hand
skirted the handle before jerking away. Steeling his courage, Steve yanked the
door open. There were the typical medicine bottles and cups and a tube with a
bright blue pawprint.
"Hey, the third clue!" Steve gasped. He picked up the tube which curiously had
no label. "Um, Slippery. What's so scary about a tube? There isn't even a label
on it," Steve asked.
Slippery indicated for Steve to come closer. The soap bar whispered exactly what
the tube was for. Steve flushed a bright red. "Oh," was his only answer. "Um,
is there anything I can get you, Slippery? You know that it's okay to talk to me
if you have a problem or when you're upset," Steve offered.
"Just a warm cup of Dial, please," Slippery asked. Steve patted the soap bar on
the head, and wiped the film off on his pants.
"I'll be back soon, okay?" Steve said. Slippery nodded. Steve dashed back into
the living room. He drew a picture of the tube into his notebook. "Hey! I have
all three clues! It's time for--" Steve began.
"The Thinking Chair!" the invisible voices called.
"The Thinking Chair!" Steve echoed and plopped down into the soft, oversized red
chair. Blue came in right at that moment and sat behind it. "Now what would
Jeffery want to do with a handkerchief, a rope, and that tube?" The objects in
question obligingly appeared over Steve's head.
"Hmm. He could tie the handkerchief to the rope and play tug-of-war! But that
leaves out the tube. Maybe, he could use the rope to make a four-square court--
that makes no sense," Steve said. "Maybe if I started with the tube--"
Blue barked in encouragement. "Okay, so the tube--oh," Steve flushed as red as
the Thinking Chair. He waved his hand in the air above him to disperse the
pictures above his head. "We just figured out Blue's Clues, and now I'm going to
be ill," Steve sang, clutching his knees to his stomach.
Blue whimpered in sympathy. "Yes, we should call the police before anything bad
happens," Steve agreed and reached for the phone.
"Hello, Sesame Street Police, how may I help you?" a voice answered.
"Wow, does Sesame Street run everything?" Steve asked.
"Well, being the first children's show set in a fictionalized urban environment
we've had more experience with real life institutions," the voice explained.
"Oh, neat. Well, my dog Blue and I were playing Blue's Clues to figure out
what Jeffery wanted to do today," Steve started.
"Who's Jeffery?" the voice asked.
"He's my creepy, suspicious new neighbor!" Steve answered cheerfully. "When
we finished the game we found three clues: a handkerchief, rope, and a tube of--
stuff. I'm afraid that Jeffery is going to do something strange and unmentionable
in front of children," Steve explained.
"This does sound serious. I'll send some officers right away, Mr. Steve," the
voice reassured.
"Thank--" Steve was cut off by a cloth covering his mouth. He could feel it work
its way over his lips and between his teeth. His assailant quickly tied the ends
of the cloth together, effectively gagging Steve. Steve had already figured out
that Jeffery had come by to "play."
When Steve reached behind him to swat Jeffery's hands away, the older man grasped
his wrists. Jeffery forced Steve to bend forward and then tied the younger man's
wrists behind his back. When Jeffery moved away, Steve bolted for the door.
The older man quickly caught up and threw Steve back into the Thinking Chair.
Jeffery then straddled his victim's lap to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? I've called the police and they're
on their way. You'll already have a great deal of jail time coming up so why
make this worse for yourself?" Steve reasoned. Unfortunately, Steve was gagged
so it came out more like, "MMhhhmmMMM,uuuummmmmmhhhhh."
"Mine, all mine," Jeffery muttered, running his fingers through Steve's hair.
Suddenly, a stray thought went through Steve's mind. /Where's Blue? I hope
she's okay./ Steve felt Jeffery's hands leave his hair. It would have been
frightening if Jeffery had begun undoing Steve's belt, but now he was undoing
his own! /HELP!/ Steve screamed mentally.
A low growl came from in front of the Thinking Chair. Jeffery stopped unzipping
his pants and turned to look. "Oh, look. It's your little friends, Steve,"
Jeffery sneered. Steve craned his head to look around Jeffery.
Blue and her friend Magenta were in front, growling fiercely. Mailbox, Shovel,
Pail, Slippery and the spices were standing behind them. Blue turned to Magenta
and barked what sounded like, "Charge!"
Magenta flew at Jeffery and proceeded to do horribly violent things to him. Blue
climbed into the Thinking Chair and chewed off the binding ropes. When Steve was
free, he untied the gag around his mouth. He looked at Blue, "I didn't know
Magenta was a black belt in karate!" Blue shrugged and watched the carnage.
The door flew open with a bang and a serious of Muppets dressed in blue uniforms
piled into the house. Magenta finished off Jeffery with one last kick to the
groin. The Muppets surveyed the scene. "I take it that's Jeffery," one asked,
pointing to the bloodied mess on the floor.
Steve could only nod. The Muppets officers picked Jeffery up off the floor and
handcuffed him with toy handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent, anything
you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to
a snack, if you do not have a snack one will be provided to you by the Children's
Television Workshop cafeteria--" a blue monster recited as they dragged Jeffery off.
"We'll take it from here, young man. You may need to come down to the station
tomorrow to make a statement, but that should be it before the trial. I have
a feeling he'll be locked up for a long time," the head Muppet officer said.
"Do you know who he was?" Steve asked.
"The theory is that he is a fictive created by a disturbed author for the express
purpose of terrorizing children's show characters. He's named after a famous
serial killer," the Muppet reported.
"Wow, thank you so much officer," Steve thanked.
"You're welcome, young man," the officer said and walked out the door.
"It's been a busy morning. Maybe we should have a party to thank everyone for
their help today," Steve suggested. The inanimate objects cheered.
"But first," Steve said, winking to the invisible audience. "And now it's time
for so long, but we'll sing just one more song. Thanks for doing your part, you
know you sure are smart. And with me and you, and my dog Blue we can do anything
that we want to do," Steve sang as the sun shone brightly over an essentially happy
world.
The End
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Blue's Clues is owned by Nickelodeon and, I believe, Viacom. Jeffery is an original
character owned by me. If you wish to borrow Jeffery then please email me.