The Country Bears Page #3

Sounds like him.

Zeb Zoober.

I can't get rid of Zeb Zoober.

Hey, there, Zeb.

Henry?

Fred?

Is that you?

Now, come on, Zeb,|what do you say?

You give up the honey|and come with us, hmm?

Guys, even if I wanted|to leave town, I couldn't.

I owe Cha-Cha over there|a lot of money.

I'm hungry.

Want to split an order|of salmon fingers?

Oh, Fred.

How about twigs and berries?

Excuse me, ma'am.

What's that boy doing?

I don't know.

Okay, it's a deal.

You're Zeb Zoober.

Yeah, well, that may be true|but, I-I...

Who is this guy?

Well, that's Beary.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen

can I have your attention here|for a minute?

Now, as most of you know

Zeb Zoober owes me|a whole heap of money.

But his little friend there|has proposed a wager.

My house band|versus Zeb's fiddle

in a little musical duel.

Now, if he wins,|he owes me nothing

but if he loses, I get to keep|the Country Bear tour bus.

-What?|-This should be good.

Son, that bus is our only means|of transportation.

Not to mention|that's where I raised my Kids.

Plus, I don't think|you've all seen the house band.

Hey, there, bear, I know|you'd like a little honey

But your credit's no good, man,|you're out of money

I heard you can play|the fiddle with the best

Well, I'm here|a-puttin' you to the test

I'm hereby challenging you|to a duel

'Tween my guitar and your fiddle

You fuzzy fool

That's my guy.

Well, hey, there, Mister,|that was pretty good

For a local bartender|in the neighborhood

Well, I'm a little rusty, now,|I admit

But I ain't afraid of you,|not one bit

I hereby accept|your challenge to a duel

Your guitar and my fiddle,|you crazy fool

I'm only in it for the honey

It makes my head|feel Kind of funny

Gimme that golden nectar|straight from the bees

Bartender, gimme some of that,|please

Yay!

You better call a cab.

Ouch, hey, there, Mr. Fuzzy

Well, I guess that settles that

Leave your tour bus|parked out front

And the keys under the mat

Whoa, now, hold on just a minute

Hold that jive

'Cause I can feel this fiddle

'Bout to come alive

Back off, sunshine!

Gettin' better.

Go, Zeb!

Yeah, go, Zeb!

Whoo-hoo!

All right, Zeb.

That's my Zeb!

Yeah!

Broken lives

Broken strings

Broken threads

Broken springs

Broken idols

Broken heads

People sleeping

In broken beds

Ain't no use jivin'

Ain't no use joKin'

Everything's broken...

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Country Bear Hall|has been crushed.

Oh, no!

Unit 2, this is Dispatch.

We've got a disturbance up here|at the clubhouse.

We've got Oliver and Wendall--

stuck their heads|in the fence again.

Can you get over here|right away, please? Over.

What is that?

That's a sign.

No, not that.

Is that Kentucky fescue?

Oh. Sure is.

Mmm. Beautiful.

Have you seen this boy?

Hmm.

Yup.

Only... in real life,|he's a lot bigger

and not all...|tiny and flat like that.

That's true.

Where is he?

Henry took him.

Henry took him?

In the bus with Roadie.

Now, where can we find you?

Right here.

Or maybe over there|in a little while.

Sometimes I'm by that... tree.

Well, thank you very much.

You bet.

So, what do you think,|Kidnapping?

Yep. Let's get mobile.

You know,|would it Kill you just once

to say,|"Let's get going, partner"?

Mix it up a little bit?

They like you.

Uh, this is the harp|my daddy gave me.

Uh, uh, hey, Zeb, Zeb.

I was wondering.

What ever happened to Tennessee?

Saw him a few years ago.

He's still the same heartbroke

mixed-up, psycho,|basket case crybaby.

So, what's he doing?

He's a marriage counselor.

Huh?

I'm tired!

I've been with the baby all day.

Look, I work all day.

I get a lot of stress|from my boss.

I come home,|I just want to relax.

Is that too much to ask?

I mean, what do you think?

What do I think?

I think you two are so dang|lucky to have each other.

Oh, I'm sure you might fight|over the dishes

but at the end of the day...

at least you're going|to be together.

Not like me.

Not like me and Trixie!

Oh, I lost her!

Trixie!

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh, baby!

I'm okay.

Oh...

I feel better.

He's good.

Oh, Trixie!

Oh, come in.

Huh?!

Don't tell me you're getting|the band back together.

Tennessee... we're getting|the band back together.

I'm sorry, boys.

I just can't play the thing,|not without Trixie there. I...

Why'd she break up with you?

Was it that sweater|you're wearing?

Took off with some rich,|millionaire, real estate guy.

A panda!

What's with the pandas?|They get everything.

You're telling me.

You sure it wasn't that sweater?

-Zeb!|-Huh?

If I knew where she was,|I'd be there in a second.

Ah, but even if I could play,|who'd come?

Nobody cares|about the Country Bears no more.

Nobody even knows who we are.

Hey, how's everybody doing?

Oh, my gosh.

You're the Country Bears.

Oh... you know who we are?

Sure. You guys inspired me

to go after my dream|to become a famous singer.

Did you make it?

Yeah, Fred, she made it.

She just works here|for the free uniform.

Sorry, no offense.

None taken.

I'm still worKing on it.

I even do one of your songs,|"Kick It into Gear."

Kick it into gear

Sometimes you just got to...

That old thing?

Blow the dust off that one.

Well, I Kind of got|my own arrangement.

Sometimes you just got|to Kick it into gear.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Hey, come on. Sing it!

Come on!

When your grip keeps slippin'|and your clutch is gone

And you're tired|of spinning your wheels

On your brain's front lawn

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Well, keep your asphalt under,|sunny side up

A gas credit card|and a giant coffee cup

The rest of your life|is gonna find you here

Get up on the highway|and Kick it into gear

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

That's the only way|you're gonna get on out of here

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

Sometimes you just got|to Kick it into gear

Hey, I Kind of like this song.

-Yeah!|-Yeah!

Had some money|for a turbo drive

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Well, it ain't the destination

It's the ride, ride, ride

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Put the heavy to the metal|and grab onto the road

-I hear your motor runnin',|it's about to explode|-Yeah!

Still be waitin'|this time next year

Head on down the highway|and Kick it into gear

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

That's the only way|you're gonna get on out of here

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

Sometimes you just got|to Kick it into gear

Oh!

Whoo!

Oh, yeah

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

That's the only way you're|gonna get on out of here

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

So if you want to, yeah

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

That's the only way you're|gonna get on out of here

Kick it into gear,|Kick it into gear

Whoo-oh!

Sometimes you just got|to Kick it into gear.

Order up.

So, how do you boys like|your eggs?

Hot!

Like us.

-Yeah.|-Yeah.

I guess people do remember us.

Yeah.

Yeah. Bears are even on TV.

Police believe this man...

-Hmm?|-Huh?|-What?

...is involved in the abduction|of this ten-year-old boy.

That's you.

Police also believe|his accomplices are

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