(Mise en scene: The deck of a surfah bar in Malibu, where the Hair Bear Bunch is killing time with their surf instructor, Sylvia Barbanna--the former Twinkles Sunshine of a series of cheesy "family" movies from Pinchpenny Studios--over the 4th of July holiday.)
BUBI BEAR, inevitably getting hyper-excited: And you just couldn't believe the green room, the sheer excitement of the clyde, the almost orgasmic feeling going unto da tube just on your own ... just enjoying the feeling of it!
SYLVIA BARBANNA, somewhat stunned: I'd have to say there, Bubi, that was a rather interesting solo board run!
HAIR BEAR, explaining things rationally: You should always excuse Bubi there; he can tend to exaggerate his surfing tales, and he can get to be a little too ahead of himself for his size ...
SYLVIA BARBANNA: I can live with that ... and besides, who better could you learn surfing technique from than the best in the business ... yours truly?
SQUARE BEAR, dopey-sounding yet with an idea: How about we propose a toast to Sylvia Barbanna, perhaps the greatest surfing instructress in Malibu?
SYLVIA BARBANNA: I'm all for that!
HAIR BEAR: And who wouldn't?
(It emergeth that the entire deck of the surfah bar raises their glasses in that very toast of appreciation, what with the Hair Bears being a little stentorian themselves)
