While the rest of the family was at home, they all played it cool. Bushy Bear laid around being a stuffed bear; Bindi and Fuzzy lived normal dog lives. This afforded them the opportunity to move a bit more than Bushy since they were recognizably sentient creatures. This may have been what motivated the pink bear.
During the day, though, when the family left to go to work and school, Bushy would pop up and dive off the couch, then go fetch his faithful canine friends.
Bindi, ever the helper, would always get the proceedings started. “What are we gonna do today, fellas?” She always included Fuzzy with her question, but all knew that Bushy would be the one to answer.
On this particular Friday, Bushy had an idea that was a little milder than his normal schemes. He wanted the three of them to go to the playground and fly kites. It was delightfully windy outside and perfect kite-flying weather. Bindi recognized the peril of thinking this was less fraught with danger than Bushy’s normal plans, which usually included activities like grand theft auto and breaking and entering.
“Bushy, this seems like one of your better ideas. And that’s why I’m scared. I’m afraid something will go wrong.” Fuzzy, swing vote of the trio, was on board. “No, this is great. Let’s roll.”
So off they went, with Bushy riding on Bindi’s back as they made their way to the park. Once there, the magnitude of Bushy’s plan began to reveal itself as he began to assemble less of a kite and more of a sail.
“That’s too big,” Bindi cautioned. Fuzzy agreed. “That’s going to carry us away!” Bushy laughed off their remarks, saying, “This is going to be great.”
And for a moment, it was. The trio all held the string together as the giant kite swirled through the sky, the kite dancing against the clouds. Then the unthinkable happened. Bushy tripped and lost his grip, tumbling into Fuzzy, who yelped and lost his hold. Bindi flew off, climbing too rapidly to let go, and drifted above them, being carried about on the wind.
It didn’t end there.
A good handful of you are more gullible than my minus three year old
— Juliet Actually (@julietactually) March 2, 2017
A car cruised by the park, though its occupants were unperturbed by the scene unfolding there.
A large sedan glides by you. Instead of humans, it's occupied by large chess pieces. You're not frightened, you have seen them before.
— Mrs. Fitz (@PFitzpa) February 28, 2017
If only they had brought one of the other animals with them, they might not be in that predicament. George, for example, could have really helped given Bindi’s cruising altitude.
be a necklace, hug a giraffe.
— ☆ Petote ☆ (@Petote) September 17, 2016
Bindi howled down, demanding Bushy and Fuzzy call for help. They demurred.
If I don't have to call 911 after, you did it wrong.
— Jandalize (@Jandalize) February 28, 2017
Fuzzy, in fact, began to daydream about a way to monetize the adventure.
Granted, I've never seen the Broadway play, Cats, but hear me out on this. A new, fresh play….
DOGS
That's really all I have so far
— Zack (@Mr_Kapowski) February 27, 2017
In the distance, a woman, perhaps one possessing super powers, enjoyed the playground. Would she help? No, it seems not.
I played on the monkey bars today because I don't give a fuck.
I fell off the monkey bars today because I'm old as fuck.
Lesson learned.
— Jawbreaker (@sixfootcandy) February 24, 2017
Bindi howled down at Bushy, “Figure something out.” Alas, she knew the bear too well.
My forte is coming up with half-baked schemes then doing them halfway
— Jeff Newton (@yonewt) February 28, 2017
Bushy, on the other hand, had an entirely different thought.
I learn from the mistakes people make after taking my advice.
— busty&blunt (@attsmcjay) February 5, 2017
The audience laughed, knowing that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
person: [rambling about nothing in particular]
me: [pulls out Chekhov's gun from waistband] about time you get to the point, sir— Some call me RZA (@jrza206) February 17, 2017
From the edge of the scene, cries broke forth.
Wanted: Members for Greek chorus to follow me around and comment on my life. Some light wailing and lamentation required.
— John Lyon (@JohnLyonTweets) February 27, 2017
Bushy, meanwhile, had a revelation.
I'm not well; I've just become better at spinning the spiral.
— Unwarranted (@_Aynne_) February 21, 2017
Across the street, trees began to crash.
[Cabin in the woods]
Ship's captain: We are severely off course
— Marf (@MarfSalvador) February 21, 2017
Being dragged around the sky, wondering what would happen should she lose her grip, Bindi contemplated her next steps.
I want 80's B-List hair metal bands played at my funeral to make everyone as miserable as possible one last time
— Böb DukeMcFist Jänke (@Bob_Janke) February 26, 2017
As the ship’s captain came out and began to yell at the trees, Fuzzy’s mind flashed back to a time when he was but a puppy.
Because you are not a wolf, and this is a land of wolves now.
— Comfortably Smug (@ComfortablySmug) February 20, 2017
Fuzzy’s resolve strengthened. Meanwhile, a small group of onlookers had gathered, as will happen when there’s a large dog dangling from an even larger kite on a Friday afternoon.
Hold on babe, the dog is talking.
— Salamingia (@salamingia) February 12, 2017
Alas, he misunderstood the dog and turned his gaze in a terrifying direction.
The obelisk cracks open, liberating a small creature. A basilisk. How etymologically satisfying, I think, as its gaze turns me to stone.
— Steve vs Ninjas (@stevevsninjas) February 15, 2017
A lone woman went sprinting by, slowing for a moment to behold the spectacle.
Took an Adderall for the first time in months. I think I'll overthrow the government & take a nice jog to Mexico this afternoon
— JllyJllyFish (@JllyJllyFish) February 11, 2017
Fuzzy, haunted but strengthened by his father’s words, knew what he had to do. First, though, he needed to Bushy to get Bindi down from that damn kite.
Follow your dreams. Even that weird one where you became a dryer that eats socks. Don't let anyone stop you.
— Goddess Of Mischief™ (@AsgardianRose) March 1, 2017
He yelled at Bushy. “Hey, man, get your head back in the game!” Bushy shook his head away from reminiscing about a previous victory.
Haters will tell you it's not really a bar fight because it's a Chucky E. Cheese's and the band is mechanical but a win is a win
— bumbleweed (@bumble_weed) February 28, 2017
Bushy knew what he had to do. First, though, he had to get Bindi down from that damn kite.
I've never done a cartwheel and it haunts me.
— heather lou* (@heatherlou_) February 28, 2017
Fuzzy looked at Bushy and Bushy nodded knowingly.
Him: I love the way your mind works.
Me: Omg, you think my mind works?!— VnT (@Vodkantots) March 1, 2017
The pink bear looked up at Bindi confidently and yelled:
Remember that time I gave you really good advice? I'd like it back now.
— SHANtilly Lace (@theshantilly) February 28, 2017
Bindi glared at Bushy.
There is no such thing as an "innocent comment", Marjorie. I'll be writing this down in my revenge journal.
— Jackie Bouvier (@jackiembouvier) February 21, 2017
Meanwhile, the ship had left the cabin and made it back to the sea. One of the crew members didn’t have his head in the game. He should’ve listened to Fuzzy’s father.
GUY WHO JUST LOVES SHARKS: Can I pet the sharks?
SHARK HANDLER (who sometimes makes bad decisions): Yeah that should be ok— Wylde de Beest (@flashember) September 5, 2015
Another crew member was busy tearing up the place. The ship would sink soon after this incident.
Her: You know, that's not what a tablespoon is.
Me: *Holding a chisel and what is left of my dining room table* I'll order takeout…
— Boog (@BoogTweets) February 27, 2017
At least the most feared crew member never got to wreak any havoc upon everyone else.
I could never date a locksmith, because if we broke up, I'd never sleep again.
— liVsy (@liv_thatsme) February 23, 2017
Back in the park, Bushy steeled himself and prepared to make a bold and daring decision. It was going to be a little crazy, but he had fancy plans … and pants to match.
Satan called. He wants his pants back.
— Miss Muse (@bevandeveire) February 27, 2017
In the distance, a song began to play. It was “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins.
I just made a playlist for my blind dog.
Don't you dare judge me.
— Sadie Smith 2.0 (@SadieSkyNinja) March 1, 2017
No, Bindi howled, I’m not.
{commercial for funeral homes}
You dead yet?— Kim Monte (@KimmyMonte) February 26, 2017
Back on the ground, Fuzzy proclaimed, “Don’t worry, I can fix it.”
The storm before the calm.
— TattleTaleSister (@TattleTSister) December 23, 2016
“There’s no way you can fix this, dude,” Fuzzy barked at him. Bushy shook his head. “We discussed this yesterday, with regard to getting pulled over by the cops. I can fix it.”
I killed it today with a pillow but it'll come back to life again tomorrow
— Her Tall Boots (@fuzzlime) February 23, 2017
Bushy then became calm, staid.
if I start doing cartwheels while we're arguing you're about to get rekt, son
— Audrey Porne (@AudreyPorne) February 25, 2017
If he could solve this situation, he had a job lined up, after all. A delicious job.
Hired some bears to guard my salmon farm and I'm pretty sure this is my best idea yet.
— Mr. Bea Arthur (@FuckabillyRex) March 2, 2017
Little did he know, the salmon farm was a ruse.
You think you have problems? My friend just got catfished by a burger.
— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) March 1, 2017
And this particular Friday, no, it was not the Friday for this to happen.
I won't be happy until i'm the most popular way to die.
— FRANKENFRECKLE (@gothicaseas) February 24, 2017
As the crowd grew around them, a man and his bird watched in awe. “Could you help, Sam?,” the man asked. The bird pecked his ear and flew away.
[exotic pet store]
Me: how much is the Froot Loops dispenser?
Cashier: sir, that's a Toucan
[5 shouts] WILL HE MAKE A BOWL OF CEREAL OR NOT?— Я. (@iinkedZombie) July 18, 2015
The music from the edges of the scene swelled and Fuzzy began barking orders. Meanwhile, I listened in.
You are exactly the pianist I'd hire if I thought this room had been bugged.
— Annie Hatfield (@HatfieldAnne) February 28, 2017
It was at this moment that the rope slipped from Bushy and Fuzzy’s grips. Fortunately, it was also at this moment that the wind slowed, but just a little. Bindi remained at the same cruising altitude, hovering close to a tree.
“Fuzzy, we have to get up that tree!” Fuzzy looked at Bushy because, well, dogs aren’t particularly known for their tree-climbing ability. But the look in the bear’s eyes unlocked something deep within the him, turned everything up to 11. He ran toward the tree and jumped.
Somehow he defied gravity and made it into the limbs. From there, he climbed his way to the top. Bushy, being a bear and naturally more skilled at climbing trees, rapidly followed him.
When they got to the top, Bushy finally revealed his grand plan to “fix it.” “We’re gonna jump the next time she swings close to the branches and we’re going to catch the rope and pull her down.”
It was an idiotic plan, but it was something, so they jumped, like magnificent flying squirrels or monkeys of some flavor. They caught the rope and pulled Bindi down. Bindi kissed the ground and then looked at the sun. “We have to get home! It’s late.”
Off they ran, arriving home and attempting to have a nice snack before the rest of the family came back from work and school. But then, just as they were about to bite into some nice apples smeared with peanut butter, the garage door opened.
Bindi and Fuzzy laid down and pretended to be sleeping and Bushy hurled himself on the couch, where he’d been left that morning. The family walked in, blissfully unaware of what had transpired that day, though Grandma, who also lived there, would soon tell them, repeatedly. I mean it was kind of interesting the first time, but by the 356, it had lost its punch.
Granny: I lunched with a wolf once. Tiny shmammiches and pepper pie. Delightful.
Me: Pack your shit and get the hell out, Granny.— taffy bennington (@singwithTaffy) January 3, 2017