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doc_destructoHere's my latest submission for the deathless_pose community. It's always gratifying to write about Fluffy and Bearbear or anyone from Destructo's little world.
Ah, what joyous times...
The Sky and the Sea
It just so happened that one day while Little Des recuperated from an arduous day of scholastic achievement, Mr. Fluffy and Dr. Bearbear reminisced about days long since passed. Easing along this exchange of histories, was the stashed for-special-occasions-only rum that Des' mother kept hidden from curious hands. Upon the first toast, Mr. Fluffy belted down his drink while the ever more conservative Dr. Bearbear calmly sipped his pilfered spirits.
"I say!" Mr. Fluffy, undoubtedly, said. "This reminds me of the time I had been shot down and left stranded behind the Rhine during an exceptionally ugly encounter! Only the lack of lederhosen stands as the true difference!"
Dr. Bearbear cast a beady-eyed glance at his colleague. The gray and somewhat bedraggled stuffed elephant seemed not to notice as he poured himself another drink.
"Rawr?" Dr. Bearbear asked, finally, his curiosity overtaking his better judgment.
"Ha! Good one, that!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed toasting the good doctor's witty rejoinder. In and with good spirits, Mr. Fluffy's scuffed black eyes twinkled with merriment as he expounded upon his tale. "We were kicking the Kaiser's teeth in but good and Britta'd finally worked out the kinks in how she made her soufflés. Then one fine morning the Admiral (or maybe it was the General, never could keep them straight) hands me papers for a run over Krakensgraffenberg. Now, I'm not normally one for boasting but by then I'd become rather notorious for flying my old Sopwith. Why, even Manny called me the Stuffed Tiger-Elephant of the Skies!"
"Raaawr rawr," Dr. Bearbear stated.
"Well, yes, it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, but it was the thought that counted," Mr. Fluffy acceded with a sage nod of his almost symmetrical head. "Manny wasn't exactly laureate material, if you must know. Hell of a pilot, though, I'll give him that!"
"Rawr raawrr?"
"Oh, well, the mission went off with nary a hitch," Mr. Fluffy said after his friend's prompting. "Unfortunately it was migration season for the redheaded crumpled goldfinch. And while the ol' Sop was a sturdy piece of aeronautical engineering, I'm afraid the old girl wasn't designed to be pelted with a few dozen goldfinches at high speed. Needless to say, yet I'll say it anyhow, I was forced to parachute still in pointy-hatters land.
"It is by pure happenstance that a barmaid with a particularly deprived childhood took mercy upon my battered frame and allowed me to recover with more than a few passing mugs of stalwart ale."
"Rawr! Rawr rawr," Dr. Bearbear said, feeling compelled to toast to the personable pachyderm's continued fortune.
"Indeed! Were it not for Malita, I'd have made it back weeks earlier and horribly thirsty!"
"Raaawr rawr. Rawr raawwrr raawrr rawr," Dr. Bearbear said wistfully as poured himself another glass.
"You don't say! I never knew you were the captain of a submarine patrolling the Pacific!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed, marveling at the untold depths lying within his best friend and colleague.
"Raaawwwrr raawr rawr rawwr rawr. Raawr rawwr rawrr rawr," Dr. Bearbear continued, waving his booze in a grandiose manner.
"Bully!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed, completely taken in by narrative. "Heavens above, had I known I was commiserating with the Bear-Shark of the High Seas, I would gladly have found an opportunity for alcoholic celebration earlier!"
"Rawr," Dr. Bearbear said, bashfully.
"Posh! A fellow--be he plush or no--should take pride in his achievements!"
"Rawr rawwr," offered Dr. Bearbear before sipping his drink once more.
"Ha! Indeed!" Mr. Fluffy guffawed. "It is quite the coincidence that two rapscallions such as ourselves should be in the employ of the same young gentleman. Elephant and bear; masters sky and sea!"
"Rawr."
It just so happened that one day while Little Des recuperated from an arduous day of scholastic achievement, Mr. Fluffy and Dr. Bearbear reminisced about days long since passed. Easing along this exchange of histories, was the stashed for-special-occasions-only rum that Des' mother kept hidden from curious hands. Upon the first toast, Mr. Fluffy belted down his drink while the ever more conservative Dr. Bearbear calmly sipped his pilfered spirits.
"I say!" Mr. Fluffy, undoubtedly, said. "This reminds me of the time I had been shot down and left stranded behind the Rhine during an exceptionally ugly encounter! Only the lack of lederhosen stands as the true difference!"
Dr. Bearbear cast a beady-eyed glance at his colleague. The gray and somewhat bedraggled stuffed elephant seemed not to notice as he poured himself another drink.
"Rawr?" Dr. Bearbear asked, finally, his curiosity overtaking his better judgment.
"Ha! Good one, that!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed toasting the good doctor's witty rejoinder. In and with good spirits, Mr. Fluffy's scuffed black eyes twinkled with merriment as he expounded upon his tale. "We were kicking the Kaiser's teeth in but good and Britta'd finally worked out the kinks in how she made her soufflés. Then one fine morning the Admiral (or maybe it was the General, never could keep them straight) hands me papers for a run over Krakensgraffenberg. Now, I'm not normally one for boasting but by then I'd become rather notorious for flying my old Sopwith. Why, even Manny called me the Stuffed Tiger-Elephant of the Skies!"
"Raaawr rawr," Dr. Bearbear stated.
"Well, yes, it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, but it was the thought that counted," Mr. Fluffy acceded with a sage nod of his almost symmetrical head. "Manny wasn't exactly laureate material, if you must know. Hell of a pilot, though, I'll give him that!"
"Rawr raawrr?"
"Oh, well, the mission went off with nary a hitch," Mr. Fluffy said after his friend's prompting. "Unfortunately it was migration season for the redheaded crumpled goldfinch. And while the ol' Sop was a sturdy piece of aeronautical engineering, I'm afraid the old girl wasn't designed to be pelted with a few dozen goldfinches at high speed. Needless to say, yet I'll say it anyhow, I was forced to parachute still in pointy-hatters land.
"It is by pure happenstance that a barmaid with a particularly deprived childhood took mercy upon my battered frame and allowed me to recover with more than a few passing mugs of stalwart ale."
"Rawr! Rawr rawr," Dr. Bearbear said, feeling compelled to toast to the personable pachyderm's continued fortune.
"Indeed! Were it not for Malita, I'd have made it back weeks earlier and horribly thirsty!"
"Raaawr rawr. Rawr raawwrr raawrr rawr," Dr. Bearbear said wistfully as poured himself another glass.
"You don't say! I never knew you were the captain of a submarine patrolling the Pacific!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed, marveling at the untold depths lying within his best friend and colleague.
"Raaawwwrr raawr rawr rawwr rawr. Raawr rawwr rawrr rawr," Dr. Bearbear continued, waving his booze in a grandiose manner.
"Bully!" Mr. Fluffy exclaimed, completely taken in by narrative. "Heavens above, had I known I was commiserating with the Bear-Shark of the High Seas, I would gladly have found an opportunity for alcoholic celebration earlier!"
"Rawr," Dr. Bearbear said, bashfully.
"Posh! A fellow--be he plush or no--should take pride in his achievements!"
"Rawr rawwr," offered Dr. Bearbear before sipping his drink once more.
"Ha! Indeed!" Mr. Fluffy guffawed. "It is quite the coincidence that two rapscallions such as ourselves should be in the employ of the same young gentleman. Elephant and bear; masters sky and sea!"
"Rawr."
Ah, what joyous times...
