Who'da Thunk It?

Oh well.

Da woke up at 3:00 am this morning to the sound of a poor little weight of the world on his shoulders PolyBear cryng uncontrollably with his cap in teh Oh Noze position. Peaches was trying as best as she could to console her PolyBear Buddy, all to no avail. Herb was just offering silent support, also to no dang good.

 

The world as ZeroBear knew it was about to end in about an hour and

THERE WAS NUTTIN NOBODIES COULD DO ABOUT IT!

After a certain little PolyBear managed to get the calamity facing hoomanity and PolyBears everywhere explained to Da, who had a bad case of the it's 3:00 am and I can't get awakes...

***

(Recreation Follows)

"We're all gonna die!"

(Yawn) "Why"

The Doomsday machine over there" (Points at doomsday machine against wall, ticking away toward Zero minute and the end of life and Saturday mornings snoozing on Da's Lap as we watches Cartoons together) "it's about to 'splode all of us!" 

***

 Da walks over and pulls the plug, as if that would help anything.

And (Tick...Tock...Tick...nuttin) it stops.

Whoo'da Thunk it?

***

Further (Farther?) recreation follows:

"Oh Da, As long as youse and me's is up, why not make us a snicky snack? I'll have some chocolates milk and a Honey Bun. Does we have any bacon, eggs and waffles cooked? Cause you could wake up Mumzie and have her cook us a mess of waffles if we didn't. I could use a waffle or two..."

"Turn that flashlight off and go back to sleep Bear.... If you wake me up again tonight, I will cut off your computer privileges for a month."

***

He can't do that, can he?

Sheeeesh