Postcards from Snagglepuss
What a Summer of (Ursine) Love it must've been for the Hair Bear Bunch!
CAMBRIDGE, MN: Huckleberry Hound and yours truly decided to take lunch at a modest little cafe ahead of preparations for our Braham Pie Day Character Convocation in a few day's time, mainly to discuss preparations ... when, for some reason or another, along comes no less than the Hair Bear Bunch in their Volkswagen Kombi campervan for (obviously enow) lunch. And were they stunned (and I do mean STUNNED!) by our motorhome serving as our new mobile bivouac!
"And who do we have the pleasure of crossing paths with?" saith Huckleberry Hound as we were finalising our order.
"None other than the Hair Bear Bunch!", exclaimeth Hair Bear alongside his two ursine companions, Square Bear and Bubi Bear.
To which Square Bear added, "What a surprise it must be to come across you two!"
"Heavens to Yogi Bear!" I remarked. "And I presume you're getting ready for Braham Pie Day, after quite the summer of ursine love, mating even!"
Which saw the ursine trio sit at a booth across the way from us, and striking up conversation. "To put it honestly, Snag and Huck," Hair Bear remarked, "we bears just can't help but explore the sheer magic that is obvious in the release of tensions which sex can bring on!"
"Yeah," the young whippersnapper Bubi Bear remarked, "it can't help but just feel so releasing the clyde, so much is the magic to be found!"
Huckleberry asked Hair just how long these mating season road trips had been going on with the trio, to which he remarked, "Last several years. Admittedly, it's much better than back at the Wonderland Zoo, which we could see collapsing practically before our eyes for several years!"
Square Bear picked up the story: "Even with Botch and Peevly--"
"I take it they were the zookeepers," Huck remarked.
Square continued: "Correct; Botch and Peevly kept blaming us for all the collapse which the zoo had somehow been going through when, in fact, the zookeepers' ineptitude and deferred maintenance which made things rather awful."
Hair Bear: "It was their sheer and outright mental collapse, right in front of visitors, that was practically the last straw!"
"Heavens to Hagenbeck!" was my response.
Continued Hair Bear: "Such was certainly enough to reset our lives more than anything. We began resettling close to an isolated beach out by Malibu, where we have a secret surf and dive spot ... and boy, who could resist the surfing to be had there?"
"I've heard much about the surfing out Malibu way," Huckleberry remarked.
"And boy, couldn't you get more seriously stoked on those waves?" was how Square Bear added to the converse.
"Quite the stoke indeed! Quite the riding experience, such must be the serious clyde out of Malibu--" remarked Bubi until Square Bear's forepaw shut Bubi up in a commonplace stunt whenever Bubi's remarks appeared to go over the top, prompting Square to ask impatiently, "What exactly did Bubi say just now?!"
"At any rate, guys," Hair Bear chimed in, "sensing the limitations of the Invisible Motorbike which Square is bound to rely on in getting around, some close friends gave us a Volkswagen Campervan they lovingly had rebuilt for road trips ... and soon after, we began our summer road trip tradition of going into the north country during the bear mating season and just engage in the experience of ursine sexuality!"
I was tempted to ask whether their mating antics had much success in bear cubs ensuing from their seed, to which Square Bear remarked that "I have to admit that we're not exactly sure about the numbers; after all, it's the female as brings up the cubs almost exclusively until they reach three years of age or so."
"And from there on out," Hair Bear added, "they're on their own. It's pretty much possible that we fathered a few bears from our mating escapades, and where they may happen to be ... it's practically anybody's guess. After all, what could feel more fascinating in the summer than to camp beside some lake on a mild summery night and enjoy the evening releasing yourself with some feminine ursine company through the night--"
"--bound to be followed the clyde with some moonlight swimming and diving around; wouldn't it feel wonderful, oh the clyde, the moon reflected in the waters when you've got some girlfriends along!," added Bubi, ever the whippersnapper (as it were.)
As our lunch came along, Huckleberry couldn't help but remark in response just how exciting bear-type love must be.
"For us, Huckleberry and Snagglepuss," Hair Bear responded, "it's bound to come rather naturally ... and bound to feel so wonderful in the end!" To which Huck added a reminder that the Braham Pie Day Convocation was coming up, and that we were expecting them there.
"Agreed" was how Hair Bear responded.
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