The Country Bears Page #5

How do?

Your hair is very purty.

-Nice shade of blue.|-Mm-hmm.

-Like a whale's belly.|-Yeah.

You, too.

Bye-bye, now.

We do more out on the floor

Groovin' loose or heart to heart

We put in motion...

No, no, no, no, no!

Hey, there, uh...

Shake your groove thing,|shake your groove thing...

...Ted.

What are you doing here, Henry?

Uh, well...

Wow! Ted Bedderhead!

I'm such a big fan.

Oh, I think it's great|you're going to play in the show

and save Country Bear Hall.

Play in the show?

Henry?!

No, no, no.

Well, we just thought we'd|drop by and see if we all...

We all?

They're here?

Uh, uh...

Oh, yeah.

Burn, baby, burn

Disco inferno, burn, baby, burn

-I just... but...|-Burn that mother down...

So the bear said, "You going|to Kill that before you eat it? "

You guys!

You, out!

Come on, now.

Hello, Ted.

-Hello, brother.|-Out!

Out!

O-Okay. All right.

-Sorry, ma'am, I...|-Oh, geez.

Get outta here. Come on.

What, what, what,|what makes you think

I'd get back together|with you guys?

Uh...?

Hey, look...|that's where I started out.

I'm not going back.

When I said I was finished,|I meant it.

I'm finished.

-But, Mr. Bedderhead, we...|-Kid...

We need everyone

to make this happen,|and we need you.

Now, listen, Kid...

Uh, uh... who is this guy?

That's Beary.

Uh, no, no, no.

That was a long time ago, Kid.

Things change.

Frankly, your little nostalgic|field trip

you know, is Kind of pathetic.

Well, maybe it was.

Sorry to have bothered you, Ted.

People are waiting for me.

You found your way in.

You can find your way out.

Hmm!

That guy's turned into a real...

I'm going to go get the bus.

My mistake, everyone.

Don't know what I was thinKing.

It's not your fault, Henry.|It's mine.

This whole thing was my idea.

No, no, now,|it's nobody's fault.

But it might as well be mine!

Why don't you just...?

Tennessee...

Right. Come on, Fred.

This ain't right.

Ba-da-da-da-da

Ba-da-da-da-da

-It's not unusual|to be loved by anyone|-Huh? Huh?

It's not unusual|to have fun with anyone

But when I see you|hanging about with anyone

It's not unusual|to see me... cry

Oh, I want to die.

Ba-da-da-da-da...

You... you're a wedding singer?

Yeah.

This... this ain't your party?

Nope.

So, you're not rich?

Yeah.

And you still|won't play with us?

Nope.

I'm not goin'.

Aw, Ted,|you don't gotta lie to us.

You're family.

And you're going.

When the Kidnappers call|to make their demands

we just agree|with whatever they say.

I already told you guys|he hasn't been Kidnapped.

He's with the Country Bears.

Listen to me, son

you can be sure that they're|going to be keeping him

in some creepy underground lair

high up in the building until|they get their ransom, okay?

Would you guys listen to me?

There's not going to be|any ransom.

He's with the Country Bears.

They're doing a concert|tonight... at Country Bear Hall.

They just said that to distract|you, sports fan. Besides...

the Country Bears back together?

Son, listen, leave the police|work to the professionals, okay?

Sure. Just... tell me|when they get here.

Good Kid.

-He's a keeper.|-Yeah.

All these years, I haven't been|able to face you guys.

I pretty much lost everything.

So I been trying to make a buck.

Singing at weddings|and stuff like that.

Well, at least you're not doing|children's birthday parties.

Well, uh, I am.

Really?

But we saw your house...|your gardener.

That's not my gardener.|That's Elton John.

Told ya.

I rent a room|over the garage from him.

Well, now, brother, that's okay|'cause we's all together again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Just 'cause I'm telling|the truth doesn't mean I'm dumb.

Huh?

Roadie, stop the bus.

Okay, have you rehearsed?

What songs you gonna do?

Who's doing sound?

Well, we ain't exactly|figured all that out yet, Ted.

Same old Country Bears.

Come on, Ted.|You do Kind of owe us.

I mean, you were|the reason we broke up.

Well! There it is.|Knew that was coming up.

I'm the reason|we stayed together, Zeb.

Did any of you-- any of you--|ever thank me?

We all had our jobs to do, Ted.

Uh-huh.

Oh, right. DrinKin'...

blubberin', and...

starin' into space.

-Hey!|-Huh?

What we were... was years ago.

Blubberin'? Uh, uh...

Well, you were blubberin'.

Hey? Okay, there.

Guys! Hey, hey, guys!

Guys!

You know, in People magazine,|April 1983

you all said|that the Bears was your family.

And like a family...

Kid, that's just a bunch|of meaningless publicity.

You don't know nothing about|the real Bears, understand?

Nothin'!

We are not a family.

You're right.

This isn't a family.

'Cause the people who love you|no matter what?

That's your family.

Who told you that, Beary?

My dad.

My dad.

Wh... wh... hold on, Beary.

Mom?

Beary.

Beary!

Beary, Beary, Beary! Oh!|There's my good boy!

Are you all right?|Did they hurt you?

Did they brainwash you?

How many fingers|am I holding up?

I'm fine, Mom.

Oh, honey.

Norbert! Norbert!

Yeah, hon, what is it?

Hi, Dad.

Oh! Beary!

Oh, Beary, Beary

my Beary boy! Oh!

Hey, doofus.

Hey, Dex.

Look who's home.

Come here!

Aw, Beary left his stuff.

Hmm...

"My Hero," by Beary Barrington,|fourth grade.

"My hero is really heroes

"and my heroes|are the Country Bears.

"Whenever I'm sad

"I play one of their songs

"and I forget why|I was even sad at all.

"And if you'd met my brother

you'd know why|I was always sad."

Hmm.

"I can't really say Zeb|is my hero, or Fred, or Ted

or even Tennessee."

"But as the Country Bears,|what they can do together

makes them my heroes."

"I'd like to meet them someday.

That would be cool."

It says here

"A+, but is everything|about the Country Bears? "

Hey.

Beary's a sharp little guy.

This morning he told me|something else.

Mr. Chicken... is a girl.

It's a pretty straightforward|demolition, Mr. Thimple.

Take about a half hour|to bulldoze her to the ground.

Oh, yes... do that.

Dex, honey,|would you get that?

Okay.

And tell Beary to come down|for some pie.

Beary! Pie!

Uh... Beary?

Hey. That Ted guy is here.

You want me to Kick him out?

Ted? Ted Bedderhead is here?

Yeah.

You, uh, you left your stuff|on the bus.

You can keep it.

I don't want it.

Um, look, I, uh... mm...

I hope you know|how lucky you are.

It only took you three days|to understand something

that took me ten years|to figure out.

What's that?

Mr. Chicken is a girl.

What?

I got ya.

Really, I want to tell you|that I'm sorry.

I was mad-- not at you--|and I'm sorry.

And that thing you wrote|in your journal about us

being great when we're together?

It's true.

You're going to do the show?

Nah, we're not doing the show.

Not without you.

Whoo-hoo!

Y'all come with me.

We can all ride together|on the...

-bus?|-Bus?

The bus was stolen.

It was that Thimple fella.

Come on, move along.|Move it. Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Thimple, I'm definitely|changing banks.

Oh, pooh.

I hate it|when we lose a customer.

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