CHORUS: ♪ SOMEWHERE DEEP
IN BEAR COUNTRY ♪ ♪ LIVES THE BERENSTAIN
BEAR FAMILY ♪ ♪ THEY'RE KIND OF FURRY
AROUND THE TORSO ♪ ♪ THEY'RE A LOT LIKE PEOPLE,
ONLY MORE SO ♪ ♪ THE BARE FACT IS THAT ♪ ♪ THEY'RE JUST LIKE
YOU AND ME ♪ ♪ THE ONLY DIFFERENCE
IS THEY LIVE ♪ ♪ IN A TREE ♪ ♪ THE BERENSTAIN BEARS ♪ ♪ WHEN THINGS GO WRONG,
AS THINGS MIGHT DO ♪ ♪ THE BERENSTAIN BEARS
WILL FIND A WAY THROUGH ♪ ♪ MAMA, PAPA,
SISTER AND BROTHER ♪ ♪ THEY'LL ALWAYS BE THERE
FOR EACH OTHER ♪ ♪ THE BARE FACT IS THAT
THEY CAN BE SWEET AS HONEY ♪ ♪ SOMETIMES, YOU'LL FIND,
THEY MIGHT BE JUST PLAIN FUNNY ♪ ♪ THE BERENSTAIN BEARS ♪ ♪ THE BERENSTAIN BEARS ♪ SISTER: WHEN BROTHER
FINALLY DECIDES TO COMPETE, TOO BAD IT'S SISTER
HE HAS TO DEFEAT. NICE HIT! I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT. LIZZY: WHOO,
ALL RIGHT! MILLIE: WAY TO GO,
WOO-HOO! LIZZY: NICE CATCH, SISTER! (FREDDIE SIGHING) OHH. NICE TRY,
FREDDIE. GOOD WOOD, FRED.
GOOD WOOD. YEP, EXCEPT FOR
SISTER'S GOOD GLOVE. BEAR 1: HIT A HOMER, BROTHER! BEAR 2: COME ON, BROTHER! BEARS: WAY TO GO! WOO-HOO! BROTHER, THAT WAS A GREAT HIT! MILLIE: NOT ANOTHER ONE. FREDDIE: YAY, WOO-HOO! HELLO, FARMER BEN.
HOW'S THE GAME GOING? HEH, BROTHER'S
BEEN HITTING THEM ALL DAY LONG. BROTHER: DID YOU
SEE THAT ONE, PAPA? SURE DID, SON. NICE HIT. WHAT'S THE
TOTAL SO FAR? TWO TRIPLES AND
THREE HOME RUNS. PAPA: GOOD STUFF. MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY OUT FOR
THE BEAR COUNTRY CARDINALS. THE BEARTOWN CUB LEAGUE? IT SURE WOULD BE A STEP UP
FROM PLAYING IN MY FIELD. BUT I THOUGHT
THEY ALREADY HAD THEIR TRY-OUTS
TWO WEEKS AGO. WELL, I WAS TALKING
TO BILLY'S FOLKS, AND WHEN THEY SAW HIS
LAST REPORT CARD, THEY DECIDED BILLY NEEDED TO
SPEND LESS TIME ON BASEBALL AND MORE TIME ON HIS SCHOOLWORK. SO, THEY NEED ANOTHER PLAYER? UH-HUH. WE COULD DRIVE OVER TO
THE CARDINAL CLUBHOUSE RIGHT AFTER THE GAME. BROTHER: OKAY! MILLIE: THE GAME'S
OVER RIGHT NOW. SISTER: BUT WE STILL
HAVE TWO MORE INNINGS. NOT WITHOUT A BASEBALL. DORA THE GOAT THOUGHT
IT LOOKED...TASTY. [ BLEATING ] SISTER: WOW, LOOK AT
THIS NIFTY INFIELD! AND REAL BASES. PAPA: IT'S A FAR CRY
FROM FARMER BEN'S FIELD. SURE BEATS CHICKENS, GOATS,
AND A PIG TROUGH BENCH. WHOA, LOOK AT THOSE UNIFORMS! PAPA: HERE'S THE
SIGN-UP SHEET, SON. BROTHER: BEAR COUNTRY
CARDINALS, HERE I COME. MY TURN. UH, SIS? THE CUB LEAGUE
IS FOR BOYS ONLY. I DON'T THINK SO. MAMA: SISTER IS RIGHT. ACCORDING TO THE SECTION
ON PLAYER ELIGIBILITY, THERE'S NOTHING THAT
SAYS GIRLS CAN'T TRY OUT FOR THE CARDINALS' TEAM. WELL, WHAT
DO YOU KNOW. SEE? OKAY, SIS,
BUT YOU'LL BE UP AGAINST CUBS
WHO CAN SLUG THAT BALL RIGHT OVER
THE FENCE. THAT MAY BE SO, BUT BASEBALL
IS ALSO A GAME OF THROWING, CATCHING AND RUNNING, AND
THAT'S WHERE SISTER SHINES. PAPA: I AGREE. AND INSTEAD OF STANDING HERE
TALKING ABOUT IT, YOU OUGHT TO BE
OUTSIDE PRACTISING. RIGHT, PAPA,
I HAVE TO GET MY PITCHING ARM
IN SHAPE. ME TOO. BROTHER: WAY TO GO. RIGHT OVER THE HEART
OF THE PLATE. BROTHER PITCHES
ANOTHER NO-HITTER. AND THE CROWD IS GOING WILD! BROTHER, BROTHER! AHEM. ARE YOU ALMOST DONE? OH, SURE. STEP RIGHT UP, SIS. NOT ENOUGH ZIP. HERE, LET ME SHOW YOU. TRY HOLDING
THE BALL LIKE THIS: TWO FINGERS ON THE TOP SEAM,
THUMB UNDERNEATH. GOT IT? I THINK SO. OK, FIRE AWAY. ♪ HOW'S THAT? MMM...GOOD. BEAR COUNTRY CARDINALS,
HERE I COME. GEE, I CAN'T BELIEVE
SISTER IS TRYING OUT FOR THE CARDINALS, TOO. UH-HUH. SHE'S GOT GOOD MOVES. IF I WAS COACH,
I'D PUT HER ON SHORTSTOP. WOULDN'T YOU? I GUESS. BEAR 3: WAY TO GO, MILLIE! HUSTLE UP! BEAR 4: RUN FASTER,
RUN FASTER! OW! WICKED THROW, SISTER. BEAR 5: WAY TO GO,
WOO-HOO! THANKS. WOW! SHE'S GOT A GREAT ARM. I'VE BEEN GIVING
HER POINTERS. THAT'S WHY. HEY, I JUST THOUGHT
OF SOMETHING. WHAT'S THAT? WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF SISTER
MADE THE TEAM AND YOU DIDN'T? HUH? WOULDN'T IT BE? RIGHT...
HEH-HEH-HEH. FREDDIE: LAST UP,
COME ON, BROTHER. WE'RE COUNTING
ON YOU, SLUGGER. BEAR 6: COME ON, BROTHER,
HIT THAT BALL. LENNY: WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY
IF SISTER MADE THE TEAM AND YOU DIDN'T...AND YOU
DIDN'T...AND YOU DIDN'T? STRIKE ONE! CONCENTRATE, CONCENTRATE. QUEENIE: STRIKE TWO! OH. THIS IS IT,
I CAN DO IT. STRIKE THREE! YOU'RE OUT. (CHEERING) (GROANING) HOW DID I MISS THAT? BEAR 7: HIT THE BALL! LIZZY: COME ON, SISTER,
HIT THAT BALL HARD... LET'S GO, SISTER. BEAR 8: WAY TO GO,
WOO-HOO! NICE HIT! WHOOOA. BROTHER: IT'S MINE. LENNY: WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY
IF SISTER MADE THE TEAM AND YOU DIDN'T...
AND YOU DIDN'T? WHOA! YOU OK, BROTHER? YES. SMOOTH MOVE,
BROTHER. I WON'T HAVE TO WORRY
ABOUT PONDS AND CHICKENS AND BASEBALL-EATING GOATS
WHEN I MAKE THE CARDINALS. YOU MEAN,<i> IF</i> YOU MAKE
THE CARDINALS. LENNY: WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY
IF SISTER MADE THE TEAM AND YOU DIDN'T...
AND YOU DIDN'T? AND YOU DIDN'T? OWWW! WHAT IS IT, BROTHER? WHAT'S THE MATTER? MY ARM. OWW! MAMA: HMM,
IT DOESN'T LOOK SWOLLEN. BUT IT HURTS. CAN YOU LIFT IT? OWW. OHH, YOU MUST HAVE
OVERDONE IT WITH ALL THAT PRACTISING
FOR THE TRY-OUTS. I GUESS SO. GIVE IT A REST. MAYBE IT WILL FEEL
BETTER TOMORROW. OKAY. WHY DID SISTER HAVE TO
SIGN UP FOR TRY-OUTS ANYWAY? WHY COULDN'T SHE BE
GOOD AT SOMETHING ELSE? BASEBALL'S MY GAME,
NOT HERS. HEY, I THOUGHT YOU
COULDN'T LIFT YOUR ARM. HUH? OH, NO, I-IT'S MY
LEFT ARM THAT HURTS. NO, IT ISN'T. YES, IT IS. I SHOULD KNOW,
IT'S MY ARM. I'M GOING TO ASK MAMA. SHE'LL REMEMBER. WAIT, WAIT. AHHH, OKAY,
I WAS FAKING. YOU WERE? HOW COME? IF YOU REALLY
WANT TO KNOW IT'S BECAUSE I'M AFRAID
THAT YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE TEAM
AND NOT ME. YOU REALLY THINK
I'M THAT GOOD? YOU'VE REALLY
IMPROVED THIS SEASON. SISTER: BUT YOU'RE
REALLY GOOD, TOO. I DON'T KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE
CHICKENING OUT, ALL BECAUSE OF
YOUR BABY SISTER. I AM NOT CHICKENING OUT. PROVE IT. COME ON,
BROTHER. YOU HAVE TO TRY OUT. YOU HAVE TO! WHAT IF I DON'T MAKE IT? YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
IF YOU DON'T TRY. BESIDES, I CAN'T PRACTISE ALONE. YOU CAN PRACTISE WITH
QUEENIE OR LIZZY. I'D RATHER PLAY WITH YOU. YOU KNOW MORE. REALLY? FOR SURE. I LEARN A LOT
JUST BY WATCHING YOU. HOW ELSE DO YOU THINK
I GOT SO GOOD? LIKE WHEN YOU SHOWED ME
HOW TO GRIP THE BALL, IT IMPROVED MY FASTBALL 100%. HMM... WELL, I GUESS I COULD
STILL TRY OUT. I MEAN, JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT. THAT'S THE STUFF! OK, THEN, LET'S GET PRACTISING. YAY! AND MAY THE BEST CUB WIN. FAIR ENOUGH. ♪ MAMA: THEY'VE BEEN OUT
THERE FOR OVER AN HOUR. PAPA: I WISH WE COULD WATCH
THE TRY-OUTS FROM THE STANDS. MAMA: NOT ME. THAT WOULD BE TOO
NERVE-WRACKING. I WONDER IF THIS WAS
SUCH A GOOD IDEA. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, MAMA? YOU KNOW, LETTING
BROTHER AND SISTER COMPETE AGAINST EACH OTHER. OH, THEY CAN
HANDLE IT. DID YOU SEE THE WAY
THEY PRACTISED TOGETHER? THAT'S TRUE. THEY DIDN'T LET A LITTLE
COMPETITION PREVENT THEM FROM HELPING EACH OTHER. SISTER: MAMA, PAPA,
GUESS WHAT? I MADE THE TEAM! OHH, THAT'S
WONDERFUL! CONGRATULATIONS, SISTER. OH, DEAR. AWW. NOW, DON'T BE TOO HARD
ON YOURSELF, SON. WHAT FOR? I MADE THE TEAM, TOO! BOTH OF YOU? HOW IS THAT
POSSIBLE? THE COACH WAS SO IMPRESSED
BY SISTER'S THROWING AND MY BATTING,
HE DECIDED HE COULDN'T PASS UP TWO GOOD PLAYERS. SO HE MADE A SECOND
SPOT ON THE TEAM. WELL, MAMA,
IT SURE FEELS GOOD TO HAVE RAISED<i>
TWO</i> STAR ATHLETES. IT SURE DOES, PAPA. MAMA: SMALL BEARS
GET BIG EYES WHEN THEY TAKE
OFF AND ROAM. PAPA: AND SOMETIMES FORGET
ALL THE GOOD STUFF AT HOME. BEARBIE, YOU'VE DISCOVERED
THE LOST TEMPLE. THEY SAID IT
COULDN'T BE DONE. YOU'LL BE FAMOUS! LIZZY: SISTER! LOOK WHAT I HAVE. HI, LIZZY.
WHAT IS IT? HORSEBACK BEARBIE. WOW, ANOTHER NEW ONE! DO YOU WANT TO COME OVER TO
MY HOUSE AND PLAY WITH HER? SURE. I'LL JUST ASK MAMA. MAMA, CAN I GO PLAY
BEARBIES AT LIZZY'S? DID LIZZY INVITE YOU? YES, SHE'S WAITING
FOR ME OUTSIDE. ALL RIGHT, HAVE FUN. I WILL FOR SURE. SHE HAS A NEW DOLL. ANOTHER NEW ONE? SISTER: THAT'S WHAT I SAID. TALK ABOUT LUCKY. SHE HAS TONS OF BEARBIE DOLLS. AND I ONLY HAVE ONE. WELL, SEE YOU LATER, MAMA. GOODBYE. I KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO HAVE TO
LISTEN TO WHEN SISTER GETS HOME: "GEE, MAMA, LIZZY HAS
SO MANY BEARBIE DOLLS." "SHE EVEN HAS CRUISE SHIP
BEARBIE WITH 17 OUTFITS." "WHY CAN'T I HAVE MORE
BEARBIES THAN JUST ONE?" "AND THAT'S JUST LIZZIE." HMM, TALKING TO YOURSELF. NOT A GOOD SIGN. OH, YOU'RE RIGHT. I'M BEING SILLY. BUT SISTER IS PLAYING
BEARBIES WITH LIZZIE AGAIN, AND I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO
HAPPEN WHEN SHE GETS HOME. OH, WHAT'S THAT? IT'S THE SAME EVERY TIME. SHE COMPLAINS
SHE DOESN'T HAVE ALL THE THINGS
HER FRIENDS HAVE. WITH LIZZY,
IT'S BEARBIES. WITH ANNA, IT'S A PHONE
IN HER BEDROOM. AND QUEENIE HAS A TELEPHONE
AND A TV IN HER ROOM. HEY, I DON'T EVEN HAVE
A TV IN MY ROOM...HMM. BUT SISTER HAS A BEARBIE,
AND A WHOLE LOT OF THINGS HER FRIENDS DON'T HAVE. I KNOW, BUT
SHE JUST THINKS ABOUT WHAT
SHE DOESN'T HAVE. AND I SUPPOSE IT WON'T BE
MUCH DIFFERENT WITH BROTHER WHEN HE GETS HOME
FROM COUSIN FRED'S. WE'LL HEAR ALL ABOUT
THE VIDEO GAMES FREDDY HAS. RIGHT, BUT HE WON'T TALK
ABOUT THE SOCCER BALL OR ACTION FIGURES
HE DOES HAVE. NEVER MIND THE PILE
OF COMIC BOOKS UP IN HIS ROOM. NOPE, HE WON'T MENTION
THOSE AT ALL. OH, YOU MISSED A SPOT. HEY! HOW DID I END UP
WITH THIS JOB? LIZZY: LET THE BEARBIE
FASHION SHOW BEGIN. HERE WE HAVE BEAUTIFUL
CRUISE SHIP BEARBIE. ISN'T SHE LOVELY IN
AN EXQUISITE BALLROOM GOWN AND MATCHING GLOVES? THANK YOU, BEARBIE. YES, YES,
THANK YOU. AND WHO DO WE HAVE HERE? WHO ELSE COULD IT BE
BUT MEDICAL BEARBIE? HER STUNNING FULL-LENGTH
LAB COAT AND STETHOSCOPE ARE WHAT ALL OF US DOCTORS
WILL BE WEARING THIS SPRING. HA! TOLD YOU. NOT FOR LONG. BROTHER: ACH, NOT AGAIN! YOU WERE
A LOT BETTER THAN LAST TIME. YOU'LL ALWAYS BE
BETTER THAN ME. I CAN'T PRACTICE AT HOME,
BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE THAT GAME. I HAVE A FEELING THIS IS
GOING TO BE YOUR LUCKY GAME. I JUST GOT IT
YESTERDAY. WHAT IS IT? DINO BATTLE. ALL RIGHT! LET'S GIVE DEEP-SEA
BEARBIE A BIG HAND. AND THAT BRINGS US TO
THE END OF OUR FASHION SHOW. LIZZY: NO, IT DOESN'T. I HAVE LOTS MORE
BEARBIE DOLLS. YOU HAVE MORE? WATCH OUT, FREDDY. MY GIANT TEETH ARE
LIKE A STEEL TRAP. UH-UH-UH. BAD MOVE, BROTHER. YOU FORGOT ABOUT MY SPIKED TAIL. AWWW. THAT ONE WAS REALLY CLOSE. UGH...THAT'S THE
LAST TIME I CHOOSE THE TYRANNOSAURUS WRECKER. YEP, THE TRITERRORTOPS
HAS ONE MEAN TAIL. (THUNDER RUMBLING) WOW, LOOK AT THOSE CLOUDS. WHOA! UH, I THINK
I SHOULD GO HOME. SEE YOU, FREDDY. BUT WE HAVEN'T PLAYED
ASTEROID ATTACK. LIZZY: HERE, SISTER,
YOU CAN MODEL MY NEW ONE. OKAY,
THANKS, LIZZY. AND HERE IS THE LOVELY
HORSEBACK BEARBIE OR, SHOULD WE SAY,
BOWLEGGED BEARBIE. WHOA... YOU'VE BEEN SITTING IN THE
SADDLE TOO LONG, BEARBIE. (THUNDER RUMBLING) OOH, THUNDER. SISTER: LOOK AT THOSE CLOUDS. I'D BETTER GET GOING. ARE YOU SURE? WE'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN. NO, IT'S GOING TO RAIN. COME ON, BEARBIE. SHE HATES TO GET WET. BYE! LIZZY: BYE. BROTHER: HEY, WHERE WERE YOU? PLAYING BEARBIES AT LIZZY'S. WE HAD A FASHION SHOW,
JUST LIKE A REAL ONE. SHE HAS ALMOST EVERY
BEARBIE YOU CAN BUY. I WAS AT FREDDY'S EXERCISING
MY LIGHTNING-FAST REFLEXES. ZIP, ZAP, KAPOWEE! AND DID COUSIN FRED BEAT
THE PANTS OFF YOU AGAIN? UH-HUH. AS USUAL. IT'S TIME TO CONVINCE MAMA AND
PAPA TO BUY ME SOME NEW GAMES. I THINK I NEED
SOME MORE BEARBIES. I DON'T NEED AS
MANY AS LIZZIE. JUST SEVEN OR EIGHT
WOULD BE FINE. (THUNDER RUMBLING) BROTHER: UH-OH.
SISTER: RUN FOR IT! IT'S STARTING TO RAIN. IN FACT, IT LOOKS LIKE
A BIG STORM'S COMING. I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT. HERE COME BROTHER
AND SISTER NOW. I'M AFRAID WE'RE IN FOR
A STORM OF COMPLAINTS. WELL...MAYBE THIS TIME
WILL BE DIFFERENT. OH, I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK. SISTER: WE ALMOST
BEAT THE RAIN. BUT NOT QUITE. LET'S GET YOU BOTH DRIED OFF. I ALMOST DIDN'T NOTICE
THE DARK CLOUDS, WE WERE HAVING SO MUCH FUN. THAT'S NICE. YOU SHOULD SEE ALL
THE BEARBIES LIZZIE HAS. SHE'S SO LUCKY. WHATEVER SHE WANTS, SHE GETS. SHE HAS HORSEBACK BEARBIE,
AND CRUISE SHIP BEARBIE, AND MEDICAL BEARBIE. BROTHER: AND YOU SHOULD
SEE ALL THE VIDEO GAMES COUSIN FREDDY HAS. HE'S EVEN GOT TWO NEW
DOUBLE-ACTION JOYSTICKS. I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT STUFF. ZIP, ZAM, ZOWEE! YOU SHOULD SEE THEM,
THEY'RE AMAZING. SISTER: AND LIZZIE HAS
ALL THE BEST... CUBS! CUBS! LISTEN TO YOURSELVES. ALL YOU CAN DO IS COMPLAIN
ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE. WHAT ABOUT BEING THANKFUL
FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU DO HAVE? HUH? IT'S CALLED
"COUNTING YOUR BLESSINGS." SISTER: BLESSINGS?
BROTHER: LIKE WHAT? (THUNDER RUMBLING) LIKE THIS STRONG,
COZY HOUSE THAT PROTECTS US AGAINST THE WEATHER. THAT'S ONE BLESSING. I'M GLAD I'M NOT OUTSIDE. ME TOO. THIS STORM LOOKS LIKE A DOOZY. WE'D BETTER BATTEN
DOWN THE HATCHES. I'LL RUN UPSTAIRS AND
CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS. YOU CUBS CHECK
THE LIVING ROOM. ♪ I'M GLAD WE'RE NOT
HERE ALL ALONE. ME TOO. MAMA: WE HAVE EACH OTHER. THAT'S ANOTHER BLESSING. SISTER: UH-OH. MAMA: AND YOU HAVE
A PAPA WHO KNOWS HOW TO MAKE A FIRE
IN THE FIREPLACE. PAPA: GOOD IDEA. BROTHER: THANKS, PAPA. NO TROUBLE
AT ALL. AND HERE'S ANOTHER BLESSING. SISTER: WHAT? YOU HAVE A MAMA WHO MAKES
A GREAT CUP OF COCOA. YES, ANOTHER GOOD IDEA. BROTHER: MMM,
IT SMELLS GOOD, MAMA. YOU HAVE PLENTY
TO EAT AND DRINK. THAT'S ANOTHER BLESSING. AND WE HAVE FRIENDS
TO PLAY WITH. PAPA: THAT'S A VERY
GOOD BLESSING. THAT SEEMED
REALLY CLOSE. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. IT WAS MORE THAN A MILE AWAY. HOW CAN YOU TELL? OOH...I HAVE A WAY OF
KNOWING THESE THINGS. CALL IT BEAR INTUITION,
IF YOU LIKE. HUH? ALL RIGHT--YOU JUST HAVE
TO COUNT THE SECONDS BETWEEN SEEING THE LIGHTNING
AND HEARING THE THUNDER. THE SOUND OF THE THUNDER
TRAVELS MUCH SLOWER THAN THE LIGHT
FROM THE LIGHTNING. IT'S ONE MILE AWAY
FOR EVERY FIVE SECONDS YOU COUNT BETWEEN THE TWO. BROTHER: ONE...TWO... THREE...FOUR... FIVE. (THUNDER RUMBLING) FIVE. IT'S ONE MILE AWAY. THAT'S RIGHT. CUBS: ONE...TWO...
THREE...FOUR...FIVE. (THUNDER RUMBLING) MAMA: GOOD NIGHT, CUBS. BROTHER: GOOD NIGHT, MAMA. SIX...SEVEN... GOOD NIGHT, MAMA... ...EIGHT. THE STORM IS OVER NOW, SISTER. THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE
THUNDER OR LIGHTNING. I'M NOT COUNTING THE THUNDER. I'M COUNTING MY BLESSINGS. YOU ARE? I HAVE EIGHT ALREADY,
AND I'M NOT FINISHED YET. YOU DO HAVE LOTS OF THINGS
TO BE THANKFUL FOR. A BIG, SAFE HOUSE,
FOOD TO EAT, FRIENDS TO PLAY WITH,
A FAMILY WHO LOVES ME... (YAWNS) A BEARBIE DOLL... AND A GOOD-NIGHT HUG? YES, PLEASE. OH! THE POWER'S BACK ON. I THINK I LIKED IT
BETTER OFF. ME TOO. OH, DEAR. ANOTHER SPRING HAS COME LOOSE. I THINK I'D LIKE A NEW SOFA. A LAZY BEAR RECLINER
WOULD BE NICE, TOO. OH, YES. TWO OF THOSE. I THINK MAYBE WE SHOULD
COUNT OUR BLESSINGS, TOO. ♪
