The Country Bears Page #2

going to be teaching us|how to operate a deep fryer.

We could do that.

Does he have|any distinguishing marks

something that we can|recognize him by?

I-I...

Yeah.

He's got thick brown hair...|all over his body.

Uh, you know, I think I may have|a recent photograph of him

if-if that would help you out.

Oh... he looks like a...

fourth grader?

-That's right.|-Yeah.

Cutie pie.

Okay, you know what?

I'm going to go to my room now

and, uh, I'm going|to stay there till I'm 18.

Okay, we're all done here.

Are you going to find him?

Ma'am, we're going|to do more than that.

How are we going|to do more than that?

Huh?

What are we going to do,|find him twice?

All right.

Let's get mobile.

There's a town down the road

Where I ain't been before

Nobody knows my name

Or what I'm looKing for

Maybe things will be|a little different

'Cause it can't stay the same...

I'm gonna ease on down the road

Hmm?

Where nobody knows my name

If they think about me tonight

I know they won't miss the pain

'Cause I'll be taKing it|down the road

Where nobody knows my name

Yeah.

Uh...

Hey.

Henry?

Uh, well, if we're going|to get the band back together

we're going to need|some transportation.

Hey, Beary, meet Roadie.

Hi.

Have you seen my chicken?

Uh, no.

Get off my grass.

He was maKing a mess|on my grass.

I'm sorry, Big Al.

Yeah.

Peace.

The original|Country Bear tour bus.

Whoa.

Wow.

Oh, yeah, pretty neat, huh?

Uh-huh. Wow.

Hey, uh... get the place ready|for the concert, Big Al.

I'm counting on you.

Let's hit it, Roadie.

Don't you worry|about nothing, Henry.

You just go get them boys.

Oh, and be careful of my...

grass.

So you want to be|a rock 'n' roll star

Then listen now to what I say

Just get an electric guitar

And take some time|and learn how to play

And in a week or two,|if you make the charts

The girls will tear you apart...

So, is Fred|still in show business?

Yeah, you could say that.

Hey, Fred.

Morning.

How's it going, Fred?

Okay.

Excuse me.

Sorry, got to be part|of the video shoot.

I Kind of am the video shoot.

Hmm?

Oh, Krystal, hey, sorry.

I am so happy to see you.

Uh, really?

Could you help me get my stuff?

Yeah.

What you been up to?

Uh, not much.

Playing my harmonica.

Really? You play?

Oh, yeah. I was a Country...

Bear.

The "Fred"?

Wait, wait,|you're Fred Bedderhead?

Fred from the Country Bears?

Yeah.

And didn't you invent|the stage dive?

Oh, yeah, but I'm|too old for that now.

You're not too old.

You should play with us.

-Huh?|-Come on, Fred.

Come on.

Show us what you got.

Well... all right, I suppose.

Yeah.

Better call my sister

Tell her how much I miss her

Tell my brother|to come home, too

Apple of my eye is humming

That drummer is drumming

Singing, singing a song for you

Just when you think

There ain't no Kitchen sink

You throw one in|from way on out of view

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, yeah

You

Got nothin' left to do

To do

To bring out the Kid in you

You

The Kid in you

I know that you do want more

-You|-You

Turn the music up, too, babe

I:

Bring out the Kid in you

Left your home and family

To find out who you could be

Find out if the dream was real

Come on, now

Listen to the music

Show you how to use it...

Good.

...how you feel

Whoa

Just take a look

At all that time you used up

That'll easily be true

Oh, oh, oh

You

Got nothin' left to do

Yeah

To bring out the Kid in you

Bring out the Kid in you

Wow, look! There he is.

Yeah

I say

-You|-You

Got nothin' left to do

To bring out the Kid in you

Bring it out, bring it,|bring it out

I'm gonna bring it out, yeah

The Kid in me

Say, you got to believe.

Stage dive, stage dive,|stage dive.

Whoo!

Ooh!

Oh, Fred.

Hey, Fred, you all right?

Uh...

Uh, the dive works better...

Yeah, with an audience, right?

-Yeah.|-Yeah.

Well, if you're all right

I gotta go get ready|for the shoot.

Okay.

-It was fun.|-Sure was.

Wish I could play some more.

I might be able|to help you out with that.

Huh? Henry?

Get the band back together?

You can do it.

You're Fred Bedderhead

the amazing, world-famous|Fred Bedderhead.

The Fred Bedderhead.

Uh, who is this guy?

Oh, that's Beary,|and he's right.

How you going to get people|to come to the show, Hen?

Why don't you call Rip Holland,|Hen?

Rip Holland?

The guy who stole the band|from me?

Call Rip, yeah.

Rip Holland.

Uh, Rip?

Henry?

Yeah.

Oh, hey, how you doing, buddy?

Long time, no talk, huh?

So, are you nearby?

Uh, the boys and I are putting|on this reunion show

at Bear Hall|this Saturday night.

Oh, I get it, I get it.

You just called to gloat.

Well, you listen to me...

Oh, no, no, no, Rip, Rip, Rip.

I called...

'cause I thought we could put|aside the old stuff, and, uh...

Well, I was hoping you could|promote the show.

I don't know, but let me|check my calendar.

Well, it's going to be a squeeze

but I think a little juggling|I can fit it in.

Well, that's great.

Well, okay, this Saturday night|at 8:00, then.

You got it, Henry.

I am so back, baby!

Excuse me, sir.

This is the last time|I'm going to tell you.

You're going to have|to leave the store.

Yeah, right, like I need you.

Do you know who I am?

I'm Rip Holland-- Rip Holland.

That's ours.

Right.

You know, Fred, you were|the only one who ever wrote me.

You know where|any of the other boys are?

Zeb never gave up the honey.

Hangs out at a bar in Nuttville.

Oh, that's a nice scrapbook|there, Beary.

Thanks.

I've been worKing on it forever.

I really like this picture.

You used to have a lot of hair.

Uh... yeah, well...|oh, look at this one.

Winning that talent show|was our big break.

What's an "arm musician"?

That's Benny Bogswaggle.

He was real talented.

But he was a bad loser.

Wait, wait, wait a minute.|Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He hit Zeb with a chair.

What's that?

That there's a sign.

I'm aware of that.

"Reunion Benefit Concert."

Uh, watch the grass.

Where's Henry?

In the Bears bus,|picKing up the band.

You mean, he's...

He's not actually serious.

Oh, yeah.

Even got Rip Holland|to promote it.

Rip Holland? Really?

You bet.

Uh, come here.

You see, Henry says

we do this here concert,|and we raise that $20,000

we could tell that|little weasel banker to, uh...

Oops.

Tell the weasel what?

Uh...

Uh, over yonder-- a monkey.

Hey.

I'm chubby, but I'm quick.

Rip Holland...

You told me, baby, one more time

You don't wanna sit|all alone and cry

Well, it's over

I can't let go

I'm like a fish out of water

A cat in a tree

You'll be the one on top of me

Well, it's over

I can't let go

He won't play me back|when I come around...

This way.

I got a big chain|around my neck

I'm rollin' down|like a train wreck...

Uh, excuse me, miss.

Yeah?

Uh, would you happen to know|if there's a Zeb Zoober here?

-Zeb Zoober?|-Yeah.

The Zeb Zoober|that sleeps on my floor?

The Zeb Zoober|that owes me $500?

The Zeb Zoober that won't stop|calling me Cha-Cha?

Set me up, Cha-Cha!

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