Novel & Cerita The Name Of The Care Bears

he pointed at another teddy near the bed, “is cookies. He’s sleeping now. You’ll have to say hello in the morning. That one is Tinnee... because he’s so small.” “I see. Who named them?” “I did. But I didn’t name Mr. Combs. He’s a guard. Uncle beta named him. He said my daddy will name this one when he's not busy,” he points at the burly-looking golden bear near the foot of the bed. “He’s a woweeyor, and only daddy can give him a name. That’s what uncle beta said. Not all of them have names yet. Would you like to give a name?”

Motherfucker! A grimace of disgust formed on my face as I looked up at her. Mini, however, was completely absorbed in the little fucker, her expression one of pure adoration. "I named him Snacks because he's always munching on something and he's a boy. My cute boy," she announced with an air of pride that only made my irritation grow. She gently lifted the gerbil from its cozy spot, its small, twitching nose and inquisitive eyes meeting mine with an almost defiant curiosity.

"All's forgiven." She smiles at him, and the thump of his heart again slams against his chest, the uncomfortableness easing slightly with each second that passes. "They're a family," she says firmly as she strokes the top of the first bear. "This is Deborah Bear. This is Damon Bear." Damon's head pops up from where he is working on a puzzle on the ground, and his small nose scrunches. "I wanna be a crocodile!" Apparently, he's deciding to play along now.

“I will. I promise, Stripper Bear.” JT laughs and Sawyer huffs at being shaken awake. “I can’t wait to hear the nicknames you come up with for the others.” “I’ll be thinking about it. I already started calling Katie Pop Bear and Darius is Dare Bear,” I tell him. “Sawyer is Angel Bear. She has always been like a beautiful angel. Tee called her Cherub and now she is Seraphim the Viper King.” “It fits,” JT says sleepily. I yawn. “Yeah, it does,” I mutter dreamily. Then I’m off to sleep with thoughts of us as colorful bears like in my favorite childhood TV show.

“Stop judging. I like pink—sue me.” Bri laughed. “I can tell. It’s lovely. I’m not judging,” she said—but her grin said otherwise as she settled on the bed, lifting a bear into her lap. “Hello. I’m Bri. And who might you be?” she asked, shaking the plushie’s paw. Zara, towel in hand, drying her hair, murmured, “That’s Mr. Brown Bear. That’s Tiger. That’s Doggo. And that’s Miss Elephant.” She introduced them all with a huge smile that melted something inside Bri. It was just too cute.

Aidinth laughed, “You know her very well, Luna Abby.” Everyone laughed and I replied, “I’m very passionate about this cause. I want it to work out for you guys. I can’t stand the thought of you losing more werebears, but I love polar bears, and I don’t want them killed off either. Aren’t they endangered?” Denali replied, “Yes. We can’t hunt them or the Blue Bears.” I shook my head, “Wait. What? Blue Bears?” Denali chuckled, “Blue Bears are Glacial Bears. They’re beautiful and they are extremely rare. They’re our white wolves.” I chuckled, “I get it. I had just never heard of them. Why don’t we set a time for the next meeting, and I will include Koda on it?” Gideon smiled, “Koda Orson? Big bl

"Why is there a stuffed teddy bear in the middle of a fight? I asked for drones, not a cuddly, defenseless stuff toy." "Oh," he chuckles. "That's Little Gunnar, and I couldn't come up with a name, so I named him after me. Cute, right?" This is my backup? "Gunnar, what is this giant bear going to do?" Squeeze them with love to death with his hugs?" "You will see." I heard his sinister laughter on the other end, and then he went silent.

Twenty-four hours later I get Mina’s report via email. It’s one sentence: Thunderbirds are go! I call her. “You’re sure?” I say before she can greet me. “No shady stuff? At all?” “Nothing. Bear owns a business—two businesses, actually. Mechanic plus body shop. They do well enough that he paid his brother back the initial investment, plus profit. Did you know Bear isn’t his real name?” “No… well, I figured it was a nickname.”

He had named it Bobo, a name that he didn’t quite know where it came from, but Bobo was his bear, and that was that. His momma must have been cold--his momma slept on the ground, without a blanket, without a Bobo. Hudson had asked where her Bobo was, and momma had just smiled and booped his nose, saying that Hudson was her own bear. That was silly, because Hudson wasn’t really a bear, but whatever made momma happy. The other kids in school had two sets of people. Sometimes it was a dada and a momma, other times it was a dada and another dada, or two mommas!

I took a deep breath, composing myself. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. —---- In the car, she clutched her three new toys as if they were the most precious things in the world. “This little bear is called Hee Hee, this little dog is called Ha Ha,” she said, her voice full of excitement. “But what should I name the rabbit?” She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. “It’s called Sophie,” I said.