#over lunch

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Over lunch with Sheena the Lioness and Raquel Wrench, feline divers extraordinaire

MOI, rather surprised: I didn't know you two would be coming along-- SHEENA THE LIONESS, getting right down to it: And I think it's rather interesting how you think highly and well of us-- MOI: I take it you mean you and Raquel. RAQUEL WRENCH, in her seductive Latin American goloss: How obvious could it be? Especially when Sheena and I happen to be quite the diver gals! MOI: And I take it you two met rather suddenly on a movie set. SHEENA THE LIONESS: And what a stunner it was, just as I got the diver role in that rather cheesy horror film The Chartreuse Goon from Lake Legume; I suppose you've seen it. MOI: I can't say that I have. SHEENA THE LIONESS: One thing is certain, I'll have you know … my best girl, Zelda the Ostrich, recommended me for the casting call during one of our conversations back at The Malt Shoppe. As a matter of fact, I've been taking up diving for some while, both SCUBA and snorkelling. Cheer squad, I admit, is alright in itself, but thank Zelda for being the sort to suggest my widening my horizons, especially after starting SCUBA lessons on whim. RAQUEL WRENCH, adding her quarter: And I'd been taking up diving off and on, rather casually. Snorkelling initially, gravitating to SCUBA over time. MOI: After all, it's my understanding that diving schools start training with snorkelling, gradually moving to SCUBA. SHEENA THE LIONESS: How correct you are! Over time, Raquel and I developed a dive-centrist friendship, to the point of having diving excursions from time to time … generally every other weekend, depending on weather and where the diving was supposed to be good. And before long, we were developing some contacts in the film and television community who were interested in diving, with the odd impromptu diving vacation along the coast, maybe on Catalina if things were right. RAQUEL WRENCH: I can't help but find Catalina to be especially fascinating as a diving spot … what fascinating variety of marine life! But we find a number of spots off the Baja Peninsuls particularly fascinating--what spectacular coral reefs in particular! MOI: Just out of curiosity … what would be your ideal diving fantasy? RAQUEL WRENCH, with seductiveness in her voice: Perhaps on some Caribbean or Polynesian island most isolated, just the two of us wearing nothing but ourselves, just lazing along some beautifully spectacular coral reefs just holding our breaths all along. What could be more fascinating? SHEENA THE LIONESS: True, Raquel … but then again, we've imagined going up to some lake in northern Minnesota or Wisconsin and kill some time diving in some rather fascinating lake to see what some lake must look like underneath the surface. MOI: Naked, I assume? SHEENA THE LIONESS: That would depend on the locale and milieu, understandably … MOI: Yet could you imagine yourself stumbling upon the Hair Bear Bunch, say, on their mating season road trip while you were diving on same lake? RAQUEL WRENCH, stunned: Weeeeeellllllllll … SHEENA THE LIONESS: What more could you imagine from us?

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Over sandwiches and beer in tête-a-tête "up at the lake" between Doggie Daddy and Huckleberry Hound

HUCKLEBERRY HOUND, somewhat fascinated and yet amused: Aww shucks ... I just have to admit that your Augie can get to be rather active and at once enthused! DOGGIE DADDY: It's probably just my son's genes and chromsones, Huckleberry, but still, on the other hand, I don't want to get ideas about my Augie being hyperactive to the point of putting him on medication in the name of manufactured delusions about "normalcy" relative to his age; you probably know what such meds like Ritalin can do to hyperactive children, almost to the point of ruin! HUCKLEBERRY HOUND: I suppose boys will be boys, no doubt about that. DOGGIE DADDY: This acme of fatherhood would probably have to agree with you there....

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

Emmy Lou explains it all for you (or tries to)

If ever there was a rather charming specimen of female bear out there, it would have to be one of our guests with Crazy Claws, no less than Emmy Lou (and her cousin, Jenny Lee). A rather charming sort of gal, from a certain type of Southern ursine stock, it may be fair to say, considering her voice ... but getting around, she can be rather wonderful!

She explained as much during a soup-and-sandwich lunch the other afternoon accentrated by overcast skies threatening rain, but a decent little fire made things more comforting:

"I do have to admit, that for a Southern bear like myself, things can get to be a little crazy, if not so much hazy. Even when you've got such a precocious cousin like Jenny Lee, rather sweet-looking, isn't she? But all in all, living more or less out of a succession of vans serving as motorhomes, you try to come across interesting adventures in ursine romance, yet you don't want to reduce yourself to a certain despicable level.

"And boy, can they get to be interesting, even if I've tended to come out more or less incognito. Likewise with my little ol' cousin Jenny Lee, who admittedly is a rather fascinating gal for her age.

"But then again, some of my best company happens to be of the ursine kind, and do the boys certainly love me for it--and so does Jenny Lee on occasion. And I just can't help but being the sort as feels like making love, and not feeling embarrassed about the experience; bears are just that way more than anything.

"And knowing where bears like us can manage to swim and dive well, I've also had some interesting diving experiences myself. In fact, a few summers ago, Jenny Lee and I were up around the Hayward Lakes country when it got rather hot and dusty. So dusty, in fact, I pulled off the road to a modest little dirt track leading to quite the lake--blue, clear, remarkably irridescent--and before deciding to make camp there, we decided to try our hand at diving, just wearing mask and fins as much as ourselves ... and while it managed to remain shallow for quite a bit, the moment we dove in--what a refreshing and awakening sort of sensation came upon us as we dived to the bottom, which was about 30 feet deep from the surface! And for some reason, we couldn't resist that sensation between the legs such that we decided to rub our vaginas together underwater ... and Jenny Lee couldn't help but feel seriously delighted at such a feel of touch like we had there underwater!

"Which certainly made for plenty of refreshing sleep that night after we set up camp ... and just before breakfast of granola and yoghurt the next morning, Jenny Lee and I had another fascinating little dive experience which certainly served as quite the bracer!"

To which Jenny Lee, a rather bright-eyed young bear, quipped "You'd better believe it; things just seemed to feel rather cool between my legs on the descent!"

Which had us chuckling, even the Hair Bears themselves, who can't otherwise resist the feel of ursine live when it hits them.

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MOI, surprised to be in the company of a certain Penelope Pitstop over lunch, yet feeling somewhat unaccustomed to being in close company: Uhh ... you must be-- PENELOPE PITSTOP (and none other than), wearing a two-tone pink jumpsuit: I assume you know who I am-- MOI, not trying to be the stunned youngster: Uh ... Penelope Pitstop? From Wacky Races back in the day? The #5 Compact Pussycat? PENELOPE PITSTOP, putting herself at ease: How right you are ... and might it surprise you that it's not just rallycar racing that I've been into? MOI, trying to get some bearings: I think I've seen a picture of you in a bikini about to hit the waves in some surfing ... and you look rather interesting in a bikini, I have to admit. PENELOPE PITSTOP: I do have to concur there, I do look rather fascinating in the water, and not just surfing. I happen to enjoy some diving myself from time to time. MOI, stunned: And I have fantasised on occasion about you doing some diving yourself as much as surfing, though I have to admit you can't help but look rather cute in that bikini! PENELOPE PITSTOP, chuckling as if in agreement: Taken as complement ... but then again, I admit on occasion to imagining myself on some remote Polynesian island pulling off some choice surfing and diving [trying not to flinch or get too nervous here] naked! MOI: I admit to thinking as much myself about being on some such island among rather unashamed-of-their-nakedness natives, just joining them in some swimming and diving wearing but myself ... and just feeling so delighted at the feeling of being so unrestrained with a native gal, and maybe a dolphin or two! PENELOPE PITSTOP, excited somewhat: I do declare that such is a rather fascinating fantasy ... and just wearing nothing but yourself out on the waves can't help but feel so natural! Or even under them, come to think of it! MOI: After the natural Polynesian manner, you might be surprised to know ... in fact, until Christian missionaries condemned the sports as being "sinful" because of the inherent nakedness, it was common for such peoples to surf and dive totally naked ... and then out of comfort, considering the rather warm climate so common! PENELOPE PITSTOP, being matter-of-fact about it: And might it fascinate you to know that I've likewise imagined myself being in the shallows of some Polynesian lagoon in my nakedness, being in the rather passionate and delightful company of dolphins perhaps wanting me to join them for a dive in the pre-sunset hours? MOI: And I assume the reason the dolphin was especially attracted to you all the more was because of a willingness to go naked and unafraid in their company. PENELOPE PITSTOP: However did you guess? MOI: Having more generalised fantasies about being naked in such uncharted Polynesian delight, being thus directed in the wake of a shipwreck. PENELOPE PITSTOP, getting matter of fact about it: A castaway, in other words. MOI: How could you have guessed? [At any rate, the conversation continues for some while]

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee: Hardly the ursine sexpot sort

THE SAME MALL OF AMERICA FOOD COURT AS PREVIOUSLY: For a pair of rather sweet-talking Southern-type bears whose fur is more on a cafe au lait order, Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee can get to be pretty interesting. Especially when you realise they're cousins.

And don't let Emmy Lou's supposed brawn fool you: "It's probably just the way I'm built," she's quick to explain. "But when all is said and done, Jenny Lee and I are remarkably fun-loving."

"I do admit that I've heard much about your diving prowess," Huckleberry Hound was quick to remark, prompting Emmy Lou to note that "after all, Huckleberry, we bears can get to be quite adroit in water sports."

"Especially swimming and diving!" chimed in Jenny Lee, a rather sweet younger cousin who's fascinating in her own right. "And especially underwater!"

"Say, Emmy Lou," Square Bear was quick to note, "was that you who we noticed diving that one time down by Lake Okoboji?"

"You mean LAKE OKOBOJI down Iowa way?" was how Emmy Lou, rather incredulously, asked it, quickly responding "It might have been in passing, I have to admit. But how was I to know--" (Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee took note of Hair Bear's retro-looking hairdo) "Now that you mention it ... I guess you DO look a little familiar!"

Which had Hair Bear observing where "How were we to guess it was you all the more?"

Which left us in a sort of stunned silence, collapsing in laughter when Jenny Lee recalled a certain "night to remember" with Bubi when the pair spent an evening with the Hair Bears at a cabin in Okoboji; Bubi responded with that rather remarkably fast stylee of his which could be pretty hard to catch up with or comprehend. Let alone transcribe; suffice it to say, though, that Bubi and Jenny Lee had "some rather interesting lovemaking which certainly felt amusing," as Jenny Lee explained it.

To which Emmy Lou, her cousin and mentor, added "At least Jenny Lee is recognising how sex is a very natural and comfortable thing."

"And don't lovemaking feel so wonderful?" added Jenny Lee.

"Though I have to admit myself that Hair Bear felt so interesting in his own way when we were in lovemaking mode," Emmy Lou was quick to add. "And what ejaculation he had!!"

"You can certainly say as much," added I.

Which, at any rate, was bound to be our signal to head to our autumnal sonata with Crazy Claws at his Wisconsin Dells retreat....

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Over lunch in the coffee shop of the Sweet Kentucky Hotel

HOKEY WOLF, in classic Sgt. Bilko goloss: Believe you me, Ding, people must be wondering why they call me Hokey Wolf--and believe you me, they don't call me Hokey for nothing! DING-A-LING, Hokey's boon compadre: And is it any wonder I'm known as Ding-a-Ling, for that matter?! HOKEY WOLF: But then again, we happen to have a shared and interesting passion for diving! DING-A-LING: Who among us wolves wouldn't?

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Meanwhile, back at the legendary Philippe's in Beautiful Downtown Los Angeles ...

[Over some decent hot soup, at that, we find no less than--]

LIPPY THE LION, with some excitement: Hardy, did I mention to you previously where a few wonderful friends of ours are heading this summer to the Rex Beach Casino up in northern Minnesota?

HARDY HAR-HAR, myopically as usual: So what exactly IS that exciting about the Rex Beach Casino, to begin with, Lippy?

LIPPY THE LION: Permit me to explain all, Hardy ... for one, The Banana Splits will be kicking off the summer season with a series of performances just before the summer starts on the Memorial Day weekend (mainly to attract some early business at Special Cut Prices), and continuing for a while thereafter!

HARDY HAR-HAR: So how exactly do we come into the bargain?

LIPPY THE LION: Later on in the summer, as a matter of fact, the Cattanooga Cats are set to perform a revue of sorts at the same Rex Beach Casino ... and I certainly hope such will afford us an opportunity to kill some time among the World-Renowned and Far-Famed Ten Thousand Lakes of Minnesota!! Wouldn't THAT be interesting, Hardy?

HARDY HAR-HAR: How would it be exactly, to begin with, especially if it's unlikely we'll be in this Cattanooga Cats Revue or whatever it is?

LIPPY THE LION: At least we have an opportunity to not only kill some summer time, but also fulfill our mission with Peter Potamus' Travelling SCUBA Par-tay to provide diving instruction and sampler dives--

HARDY HAR-HAR, quick to recall something: I believe, Lippy, that the tourism committee in Rex Beach has invited us to offer some complementary sampler SCUBA dives on the lake over the summer--we might want to look up that letter when we get back to the house!

LIPPY THE LION: Uh, now that you reminded me indirectly, Hardy ... shall we finish up our lunch?

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Meanwhile, over the French-dipped beef sandwiches at Philippe's in Beautiful Downtown LA over lunch

HOKEY WOLF, rather excitedly: Now, Ding, believe you me ... I hear that the Hair Bear Bunch is going to be spending the summer up in the Gunflint Trail region of northern Minnesota--

DING-A-LING: What exactly does this have to do with us, Hokey?!

HOKEY WOLF: --over the ursine mating season, you understand; I hear that the Hair Bears simply cannot resist the company of lovesick female bears, especially for to mate with them big time! [Aside] And did I mention the diving possibilities?

DING-A-LING: So what does that mean for us?

HOKEY WOLF: And not to be outdone, the Rex Beach Casino will be having The Banana Splits opening the summer season, starting just before Memorial Day, with the Cattanooga Cats making their appearance not long afterwards--along with a "few close friends" of theirs in the bargain!

DING-A-LING: I presume this would mean us too, Hokey?

HOKEY WOLF: Ding, you're getting a little too ahead of yourself, methinks. And besides, I am awaiting details from the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" asking about the likelihood of our appearance in their Rex Beach Casino gig, and wouldn't that make things rather interesting, Ding boy?

DING-A-LING: And why would it be called a "casino" in the first place when it's unlikely there's any gambling to be offered?

HOKEY WOLF, explaining: I assume, Ding, you're acquainted with the Avalon Casino on Catalina Island, which obviously goes way back ...

DING-A-LING, slightly unnerved: Before Vegas, I assume?

HOKEY WOLF: Correct, Ding! And it may interest you to know that "casino" basically means "place of amusement," which does not necessarily require gambling to begin with! And the Rex Beach Casino being called a casino, to begin with, is on that basis; ergo, forget any notions about playing Vegas-type games at the Rex Beach Casino!

DING-A-LING: Well, if that's how you feel about it, Hokey ...

HOKEY WOLF: I have to acknowledge that my associate, Ding-a-Ling, still manages to show some reserve when it comes to what we may have in mind ... and besides, did I mention where Honey and Sis might bring their "pop-up" shortwave radio worldcaster to Rex Beach over the summer, doing a season of serious worldcasts?

DING-A-LING: You never mentioned to be how shortwave radio could offer some serious worldcasts, to begin with!

HOKEY WOLF: Anyhow, Ding, let's save that point for another time, especially before the summer comes along--and besides, who couldn't resist the refreshing effects of those Ten Thousand Lakes of MINNESOTA, to begin with?!!

DING-A-LING: Hokey is my hero ... and you'd better believe it!