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Cape Suzette: August 28, 1940
It was early morning in Cape Suzette and the first light of dawn was just beginning to show through the curtains in the upstairs bedroom at H4H.
The calmness of the morning, however, was marred by the tossing and turning of a certain gray bear in a fitful sleep.
He just couldn't seem to rest peacefully after the nightmare that he had had.
It was the same one that had been plaguing him for nearly two weeks now. --- It was his fault, all his fault. He had almost killed the boy.
Two weeks earlier: Somewhere over the South-Pacific
"Man, what a week Lil' Britches." Baloo said as he kicked back in the pilot's seat, looking very exhausted. "Three pirate attacks in one week! Can you believe that? And those customs officials in Panda-La. What a pain, huh? What? Do they think we're unknowingly hiding a secret weapon, back there in those crates, that's gonna destroy their country or somthin'?"
Kit looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmph. Well, that was just a fluke. I mean, what are the chances of that happening again?"
"Well, Papa Bear, I'm just glad we got our shipment there today."
"I hear ya, kiddo. One more lost shipment and ol-Beckers woulda had my hide."
"Speaking of that, maybe I oughta go back and clean up the cargo hold a little bit before we get back. You know how Ms. Cunningham has been about that lately."
"Yeah, I think she read about it in one of her stupid psychology books. You know, something like 'The Effects of Cleanliness and Employee Motivation - Volume 1. I can only guess what Volume 2 is gonna be. It better not be about bathing more often. Regardless of what that...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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