The Streets of Town, Tuesday Afternoon

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There were bears in the streets of town today. Polar bears, yes, armed with bottles of Coca-Cola with spreading cheer and carbonated beverages in mind. But they weren't the only ones prowling Fandom Island's walkways, lumbering about and growling at people and seeking out picnic baskets or honey pots, or maybe just the bear necessities of life.

Of course, the fact that the two grumpy bears that were making their way down Fandom's streets weren't usually bears didn't occur to Jono or Max. And neither did the possibility that their cranky mid-winter prowling (in Chicago Bears jerseys, because bear costumes aren't easy to find this time of year) might be caught on film for blackmail material later. All they cared about was that it was December, it was cold, they were hungry, and they were well overdue for some good old-fashioned hibernating. So, as soon as they found maybe a bowl of porridge that was just right, they'd find a cave somewhere and go back to sleep, and be out of everybody's hair.

Grrr.

[Open! With some SP in mind for being-at-work-ness, but we kinda had to.]

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Even the Jono-bear had to concede that that was, in fact, a job well done, and he snuffled his approval while pawing the lid off of his own coke. Bear claws were clearly not made for that sort of fine motor control, so it baffled him, at least momentarily, that he opened the thing far more quickly than he'd expected to.

The polar bears that were staring at them like they'd lost their minds didn't seem all so surprised about the ease with which he opened the bottle, but that wasn't going to stop Jono from growling a 'what are you looking at' in bear-ese that had them snorting and looking away, totally casually. Possibly afraid that lunacy was contagious.