The Story of Broken Cookies and Red Balloons.

Once upon a time in Paris there was a little boy who finding a coin upon the sidewalk of the Boulevard St. Germain ran to purchase a sack of cookies and a red balloon. The heart of the little boy was so happy as he skipped down the boulevard holding tightly to his sack of cookies and the string attached to his red balloon that danced gaily over his head.

So gaily did the balloon dance against the blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds that the boy could not take his eyes off of its dance. Thus it was that the little boy did not see the two men walking down the street towards him.

The two men were in deep conversation they too were not aware of the coming collision, not until the little boy had crashed into one of the men. The little boy was thrown down upon the street, his bag of cookies dashed upon the stone, the string holding the dancing red balloon was lost from the little boys grip. The red balloon danced even more merrily as it floated over the rooftops of houses on the Boulevard St. Germain.

The little boy seeing the broken cookies and knowing he had lost his dancing friend the red balloon started to cry. The man into whom he had collided reached down to help him up, saying “don’t cry little boy, here let me sing you a song, for I am, Maurice Chevalier!”

Upon hearing that the little boy stopped crying and looking up at Maurice Chevalier, the little boy said, “psssswwwwwwwwwwwt” (la raspberry)

Whereupon, Maurice Chevalier punched the little boy in the throat. The moral of the story, no one went “psssswwwwwwwt” to Maurice Chevalier.

Now the song “Broken Cookies and Red Balloons.”


That is the best I can do remembering Carl Reiner’s Broken Cookies and Red Balloon schtick on the Smothers Brothers Show.

...the last time you saw Paris?

Musta been some good shit, LOL.

:smoke:

Thanks for the memory-jolt -- :toast: