For archane: "JC/Chris? Snark and hella imperfections, but an ultimately happy-ficlet."

"Sesame Street could so kick Electric Company's ass," JC said, firmly. "Hands down. In a heartbeat."

Chris bounced up and down in the seat, and nearly took off JC's head with a stray arm as he went. "Silence! You know not what you are saying, heathen. Thousands -- nay, millions -- of children learned how to read from that show. And it had Spiderman. Spiderman. What did Sesame Street have? A big dumb bird."

"Sesame Street had Snuffleupagus, which automatically makes it inherently more superior than a show that lacks him." JC frowned. "Did you know that Snuffy's apparently real, now? Like, everyone can see him, not just Big Bird?"

Chris paused in mid-bounce, looking like someone had just stepped on his toes. "Dude," he said, slowly. "That's ... sacrilege. Or heresy. Or some shit like that. That's just not right. So you're saying that everyone knows that Snuffy exists?"

"Yeah," JC said, and shook his head. "I almost cried when I found that out. I mean, what is children's television coming to? I mean, what sort of shows are people Justin's age gonna remember fondly when they get to be our age?"

"The Mickey Mouse Club," Chris said, and ducked before JC could hit him.

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