Over in Food Truck Alley (so to speak) at Winona Steamboat Days:
MAGILLA GORILLA, somewhat confused though stopping short of stupified: Uh, let me see--roasted sweet corn, roasted potatoes ...
[From behind]
BINGO, per The Banana Splits, waiting in the general queue: Uh, remember me?
[MAGILLA GORILLA turns around on cue of a tap of the shoulder]
MAGILLA GORILLA, somewhat surprised: BINGO--?!!
BINGO, surprised at the sight of an old acquaintenance after some while: MAGILLA--?!!
[The two simians hugging each other, to the sheer surprise of attendees in a nearby tent with picnic tables--as well as--]
YOGI BEAR, close by and taking bemused notice close to the Southern Smoke and Chrome BBQ trailer: Awww, isn't that wonderful ... Magilla Gorilla and Bingo, just as surprised to know they might actually be close relatives....
BOO-BOO, sipping on a fresh-squeezed limeade not far behind: I'd be surprised as well, Yogi. [Pause] Or, for that matter, maybe not.
YOGI BEAR: After all, Boo-Boo, we're just spending some time here at a wonderful summer festival such as Steamboat Days is--
[Somehow equally surprised to notice the Hair Bear Bunch, with baskets of grilled turkey wraps]
SQUARE BEAR, as confused as ever: Wasn't that a surprise there, Bingo and Magilla hugging each other!!
HAIR BEAR: Isn't friendship wonderful? [Whereupon the ursine trio makes a confused double-take at the presence of YOGI BEAR in the vicinity]
YOGI BEAR: Am I perhaps the only bear not to be stunned by the presence of fellow cartoonish ursine types?
HAIR BEAR, with a little snark in the delivery: Hardly. [Presently:] YOGI!! BOO-BOO!!!
BUBI BEAR: And ain't it half the wonderful sort of the clyde, ain't it amazing to see such a hero like Yogi Bear? COME ON, EVERYBODY, Yogi is in da house!!
[The crowd just couldn't resist the very sight and presence, yet meanwhile, over by another barbecue stand known to sell poutine ...]
LOOPY DeLOOP, taking a poutine basket and a Pepsi, not to mention trying to find a seat: I just have to acknowledge that Quebecoise soul food is getting some respect at last--poutine, tourtiere, Whippet cakes....
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND, no less than: My my my, Loopy DeLoop himself!
LOOPY DeLOOP, surprised at the sight: Ain't it Huckleberry Hound!
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: However did you guess?
LOOPY DeLOOP: 'Tis obvious. Huck, have you ever heard of poutine?
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: I think I vaguely remember having some at the Minnesota State Fair a couple years back.
LOOPY DeLOOP: Which, I will have you know, is what I am having. To connect with my inner Quebecoise self, you might say.
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: You don't say ... I think maybe I'll get me a mess of that, uh--
LOOPY DeLOOP: You mean poutine?
HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: Yes, I mean poutine!
LOOPY DeLOOP, taking stock of the situation as he seats himself: Loopy, I says to myself, what would exactly preclude your being an ambassador of poutine, or even tourtiere, in the way Wally Gator is for the Everglades ... or Crazy Claws is for Wisconsin Dells?
[Close by at a battered cheese curds stand--]
SANDY, leading DINKY DOG on a walkaround: Wouldn't some batter-fried cheese curds be wonderful for supper?
MONICA, somewhat bemused: Interesting idea, but--to actually find such in not just plain, but also Garlic, Cajun and Jalapeno ... it'd be pretty hard trying to figure out which ones to have next--
SANDY: But on the other hand, I can assume Dinky can handle any leftovers, can you?!!
BABALOOIE, close by: I kinda like those gals and their dog ... yet to imagine jalapeno cheese curds is a little crazy, even for my buddy Queekstraw!
QUICK DRAW McGRAW, perked up by the remarks of his compadre: But then again, how about seriously trying out those cheese curds at any rate?
[Returning to the Southern Smoke & Chrome wagon for the nonce--]
GROOVE, per the Cattanooga Cats: Barbecued pulled pork, I just cannot resist!!
SCOOTS, also per the Cattanooga Cats: Wavy chitlins ... can you imagine a smoked turkey barbecue wrap?
[At any rate, such is the attraction of the Cattanooga Cats to barbecue that plenty of visitor photos, selfies--and autographs--ensue over barbecue of the highest order. Meanwhile--]
SNAGGLEPUSS, none other than, walking towards the carnival area: Heavens to Mark Twain ... and didn't those Cattanooga Cats sing once about "cotton candy and a ferris wheel,/A country carnival is what I feel"?!! Ahhhh yes, to be in a people-watching mode this evening, even if the crowds seem rather thin for the most part, but sure to improve over time ... and ahhh yes, there's no doubt much of our funtastic selves will be out and about! Pardon me while I get a rather substantial lemonade, fresh-squeezed even ...
