The Streets Of Fandom, Beloved Childhood Icons, Saturday Afternoon

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Paddington Bear	One day, Paddington found himself in a place that was most certainly not his bedroom at the house of the Browns, and wasn't quite daaaarkest Peru, either. There had been a cat there, who had been very pleasant, and a ferret, who had also been very pleasant, and a duck. The duck hadn't been pleasant at all, and Paddington had decided, after looking through the fridge and seeing that there was no marmalade to be found, to perhaps give the duck a bit of space, and perhaps if he came back with some nice marmalade, he'd be able to make peace with the cranky bird. And that was how Paddington had found his way to the streets of town, scratching at his head and quite lost indeed.
Curious George	Oh! Oh, LOOK! Everything was shiny! George had tumbled out of bed today and YAWNED an EXTRA-BIG YAWN. The Man in the Yellow Hat would say that George might need more sleep, with a yawn like that. But the Man in the Yellow Hat wasn't here. At first George was very sad. What if the Man in the Yellow Hat had gone away? But no. The Man in the Yellow Hat was good, and kind. He would be home soon. And until he came home, well ... George couldn't be blamed for going on an adventure. Especially not in a city so exciting! People of all kinds of sizes and shapes walked past. George wanted to get close to them, to pull on pant legs and wave excitedly, but he was a little scared that he might be stepped on.
Paddington Bear	Paddington couldn't help but notice that there was a monkey on the street who looked very nearly as lost as he was. Lost and, while bears were brave creatures and seldom ever found themselves frightened over little things like streets filled with tall people, monkeys could very well have been a different matter entirely. "Pardon me," said Paddington, "I don't suppose you're lost, are you?"
Curious George	George glanced up at -- a bear! Eeeek! George hopped back and hid behind the Man in the Yellow Hat's Yellow Hat. (See? He couldn't be running away forever and leaving George behind. He had left his favorite yellow hat for George. That meant George should cherish it and keep it close for him and maybe wear it because he liked how it slid down over his eyes. But not now. Now it was the very useful shield against possibly-scary bears.) George peeeeeeeeeered over the edge of the hat, nervously, but the bear did not appear to want to bite him. Did bears bite monkeys? The bears in the zoo had been much bigger. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, sadly. He was lost. He couldn't find the Man in the Yellow Hat. He couldn't find Africa, or the zoo. Was the Maybe Not So Scary Bear lost, too?
Paddington Bear	"As a matter of fact," Paddington said, pulling off his own hat and fidgeting with the rim for a moment, "I'm afraid I am. I was trying to find a shop so that I could purchase some marmalade, but I'm afraid I haven't any idea where to look. And I don't know where the Browns have gotten to, either. It is quite peculiar."
Curious George	George frowned back at the bear, shaking his head and glancing at the ground despondently. It was sad, wasn't it? This morning, everyone was gone. Where could everyone have gotten to? He hoped nothing bad had happened. After a moment, he looked up again, his eyes brightening. He grabbed the bear's hand, then tugged, lightly, his eyes excited. Idea! Idea! Idea!
Paddington Bear	Paddington looked down at the little monkey, putting his hat back onto his head and tilting his head curiously. "Have you got an idea? Aunt Lucy always did tell me to listen to ideas that come from monkeys, if I got the chance. They always do have such interesting things to say." Or, rather, to ook.
Curious George	George decided to take this as praise, and beamed at the bear. He decided he liked the bear. Being here without the Man in the Yellow Hat was scary, but it was less scary now that he had a new friend. He tugged Paddington along to the nearest street corner, and began pointing at the various buildings. Stores! Those were stores, weren't they? They sold things! People walked in and left with packages. George didn't know which stores sold what packages. To be honest, George wasn't sure what marmalade was. But look! Stores!
Paddington Bear	"Why yes, that is a very good idea," Paddington decided, following along as George pointed out the stores. "I do believe that if we visit as many as we possibly can, one of them is bound to carry marmalade." And that was how Paddington Bear and Curious George became the best of friends.

(Preplayed with the wonderful raspberryturk. Thanks to a shared name, George Lass is now Curious George, and is going to hate herself on Monday for being this wee and cute. Thanks to a shared VA, Reno of the Turks is now Paddington Bear, and is likewise going to hate himself on Monday for the whole wee and cute-ness. We have zero shame. COME JOIN THE CUTEFEST DAMMIT.)