Because a pun like this is just too horrible to pass up.
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Bear and Rebel Alliance
Okay, this is the last of the bear series for a while, since I have to make room for the upcoming group topic. Besides, they’d probably just get increasingly absurd, which, given the level of absurdity straight out of the gate, would probably not be an entirely good thing…
Bear and Accordion
Bear and Parachute
And thus we continue our saga of bears in somewhat awkward situations. We’ll see how long it lasts.
Bear and Balloon
iPhone: California Adventure
Fun Fact: I’d always assumed California Adventure’s iconic rock outcropping was supposed to be a wolf, but apparently it’s a bear. I still think it looks more like a wolf, though.
But I guess a bear makes more sense.
Blim, the Happy Bear
This is probably an illustration for the end of that wonderful children’s story, Blim, the Happy Bear, right after the squirrel tells him his fur looks silly:
For the first time in his life, Blim had a strange feeling in his belly. It was like having a katydid stuck in his ear, but that’s obviously not what it was. Because the feeling was in his belly.
“Why did Squiggle have to say those mean things about my fur?” he said to himself. “Maybe this is how he feels when I make fun of his tail every day.” Blim trudged a few forlorn paces further into the clearing. “It’s not very nice to make others unhappy.” He paused, one foot resting between two newly sprouted mushrooms, and his eyes lit up. “Squiggle is not very nice. I should eat him.”
Slowly a smile crept back onto the big bear’s face. He turned around and began nosing his way back through the thick grass. Being sad was no fun. It was better to be happy.
The Toyland Untensil Rebellion, Part 2
Excerpt from the diary of Hedgewold von Bufhousen
July 15, 1992
Dear Eloise,
This may come as a shock to you, but I was right all along. That creepy bear from the Wellinghouse Foundation’s annual Donation Drive and Chariot Race hates me.
I woke up from a deep, and what would have been rejuvenating, sleep around three o’clock in the morning to see it standing in my doorway, an eggbeater gripped in its villainously-stuffed paws. I was so startled, that I believe I fainted quite away. Upon rising in the morning, I found my entire shoelace collection a horrendous mess of frayed tangles – as if someone had taken an eggbeater to it. I believe this is more than mere coincidence.
From now on, I shall take a can of Raid to bed with me.