Yogi Bear Comic Book Novels & Stories

Monday after lunch of the second week, we got into comic books again when a junior girl was trying to make a Black Widow logo/belt buckle. Wendy, I, and most of the campers in the hut got into a spirited discussion of how it should look. It was fun in general, and particularly so because Wendy kept bending over the table to sketch her arguments out. When the period was over, I asked her enthusiastically, "So, do you like comic books in general or just Batman and Superman?"

I pressed my hand over my mouth, steadying my breathing to avoid detection. Bonnie's high-pitched shrieks filled the air as she turned to flee. Her screams, however, only caught the bear's attention. It pivoted, bounding after her. In moments, she was on the ground, her leg in the bear's jaws. It tore through fabric and flesh, ripping away a chunk of meat.

Kayson waved his hand and said, “Just step aside and watch. No one will fire you while I’m here.” After that, Kayson pulled his phone out and made a call to Gabriel. He asked him to bring some fearsome man and ropes here. Soon, a group of hunky men with all kinds of different animals tattooed on their arms, necks, and chests walked in. “Mr. Yarde!” The man standing at the front of the group was one of the men Gabriel had brought to the Parfume Bar. Kayson nodded. “What’s your name?” “You can call me Black Bear.”