Just then Baby Bear heard a strange noise coming from the upstairs bedroom. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear all proceeded to walk slowly up the stairs, fearful of what they might find. Baby Bear hugged Mama tightly and cowered behind her.
"Who's there?" roared Papa Bear.
No answer came.
They entered the bedroom and looked at Papa Bear's bed. The covers looked wrinkled, as if someone had been lying down on it. Mama Bear frowned. Wrinkled sheets in her house meant trouble.
Next they looked at Mama Bear's bed. Again, the sheets were wrinkled, but there was noone to be found in it. Mama straightened out the sheets and mumbled angrily under her breath. Didn't this intruder have any concept of how long it took to iron sheets?
Then they came to Baby Bear's bed. And there was someone in it! Papa Bear reached over to pull back the covers as Baby Bear and Mama Bear fearfully stepped back.
Why, it was none other than baseball Hall of Famer Ernie Banks!
"Oh my," said Mama Bear. "Didn't you hit 512 homeruns and 1636 RBI over the course of a glorious career?"
Baby Bear shreaked with delight. "You played for the Chicago Cubs and batted lefty! That's my favorite team!" Baby Bear than begged him for some batting tips.
Papa Bear grumbled. "Now, you may be Ernie Banks, but that doesn't give you the right to wrinkle Mama Bear's sheets. You only had a total of 50 stolen bases a .279 batting average in your entire career, after all."
Papa Bear then chewed up and swallowed Ernie.
THE END.