Denbo

Smiling Toy Shop story # 7

 

     Jasper sat looking down on a familiar scene; the aisles of the Smiling Toy Shop.   There were little sawed-off pain in the asses running loose everywhere, yelling, grabbing, and throwing all the toys.  Where were these little unruly b******s’ parents? 

     Lucky him; a boy scout troop had come in, and Jasper was rethinking his decision to come back here.  He looked at the 7 other poor teddy bears on the shelf next to him.  At least they weren’t alive to feel their arm and legs being torn asunder by the little freaks.  It had been 6 other teddy bears, but just this morning Mr. Vesta had put another on the shelf.  It made Jasper a little angry, as his elbow room had already been tight, and now a 7th?  He’d heard dip s**t, senile old Mr. Vesta say,

     “There you go, Denbo, I’ll leave you to get to know your neighbors.”

     Jasper was confused; none of the other bears around him had names, or him; Vesta had finally gone round the bend, on a train bound for Loserfreakville.  It was one stop beyond Freakville.  S**t, here came a drooling little pecker; probably going to slobber on me, and throw my a*s across the store!  he thought.  Sure as hell, and of course, he zeroed in on Jasper, and, with a gusher of spittle, he picked Jasper up and shouted,

     “Look, here’s a flying teddy bear,” and launched him over Aisle 3, and Jasper had a rotating view of the entire store as he arced through the air and crashed down onto Aisle 5, where he painfully skidded up against a basket containing rubber balls. 

     Son of a b***h!  he thought, but didn’t say out loud, for if he spoke, he’d have to mumbo-jumbo all the little rodents in the store, and it would just be a pain-in-the-a*s, but oh, how he wanted to let that little pecker have it, with both verbal barrels. 

 

     Man, it’s about time! thought Japer, as he slowly made his way back to aisle 3.  He’d had to lay in a heap on the floor of aisle 5 until closing, because the little rodents just wouldn’t leave until they were forced to.  He waddled until he was right below his shelf, and had to quickly freeze when Mr. Vesta came around the corner, mumbling derogatory things about the boy scouts who had, “Ransacked my store.”  He spotted Jasper lying on the floor and grabbed him by the arm, and hoisted him back up to his spot, saying nothing, but Jasper could feel the anger in his grip. 

     “Hey old man, I’m not a wishbone,” he said sarcastically.  But Mr. Vesta was so angry, was babbling so much nonsense, and was so in his own world, he didn’t even react; just walked away. 

     Son of a b***h old man!  thought Jasper.  He was trying to get comfortable when he was shocked to hear,

     “Hey, I heard you tell that old duffer off.  Looks like you’re in the same boat as me, surrounded by non-living idiot-bears.”

     Jasper looked quickly at the speaker, the new teddy bear named Denbo, and replied, “”Well, I’ll be dumped on; another living teddy bear.”

     “Well, aren’t you brilliant; you figured it out all by yourself.  And who said that all teddy bears were inanimate stuffed idiots?” and he clapped his paws together; “Give that bear a prize!”

     Jasper was instantly pissed, but replied only, “I only meant I thought I was the only one.  Where were you made?”

     The teddy bear named Denbo replied, “I was made by Ralph Plotkin at his shop.”

     Jasper then said, “You’re kidding; that’s where I was made!”

     “Really, well I guess Plotkin stumbled drunkenly onto something, didn’t he?”

     “Yeah, I guess so.  Tell me something; did you mumbo-jumbo Vesta so he’d think of you as Denbo?  None of us other bears are called by name by Mr. Vesta.”

     “Mumbo-jumbo?  What the hell does that mean?”

     “Oh, I’m sorry; that’s the name I’ve given to my ability to make someone forget meeting me, and to planting a suggestion into someone’s brain.”

     “Well, I suppose I did use ‘mumbo-jumbo’ as you call it; although that’s about the stupidest name I can imagine.”

     “Oh yeah?  What the hell would you call it then?”

     “Oh, I don’t know; judging by your looks, I’d maybe call it, ‘Forget ever seeing my a*s!’”

     Jasper went off and rushed Denbo, who sidestepped, and as Jasper went by, grabbed his arm and sent him pin wheeling down Aisle 3, where he somersaulted to a crashing halt. 

     Oh, that b*****d bear is going to pay! he thought, and whirled around and charged, and Denbo once again sidestepped, grabbed his other arm, and sent him sliding the opposite way down Aisle 3.  As he once again slammed to a stop against some shelving, Jasper thought,

     I need a new plan, he thought, as he whirled to face that b*****d-bear, Denbo.  As he was trying to think of a different way to attack Denbo, who was openly laughing at him, Jasper saw a kid come around the corner, and saw Denbo freeze, fall to the floor, and lay motionless.  Jasper himself froze, and leaned up against the shelving, so he could watch what happened.  The kid ran over to Denbo after seeing him, and looked at him for a second, then said,

     “What a cute teddy bear; I’m going tell Dad this is the toy I want.  Some other kid must have dropped it here,” and ran off around the corner, yelling,

     “Dad; I found the toy that I want!”

     Once again, Jasper and Denbo found themselves alone in an empty aisle.  Denbo hissed,

     “You’d better not f**k this up for me; this is the perfect chance for me to get out of this s**t store!”

     Jasper started to reply sarcastically that he was going to blow up Denbo’s escape plan, when he suddenly realized he wanted him gone, but before he could say as much, the kid came back, with his father in tow, saying,

     “This one Daddy.”

     “Okay, Davy ,” Denbo was lifted up gently, and as he was lifted, Jasper thought he saw Denbo smirk, and make a derogatory hand gesture in his direction.  Davy and his father walked down the aisle, rounded the corner, and where gone, taking A*****e Bear with them.  Good luck to you, and good riddance Denbo, you pecker! he thought. 

 

     Once again, Jasper was the only living teddy bear in the Smiling Toy Shop.

 

The End

Reviews

[char]

These toys are funny. I wonder where you get inspiration to write these stories.

[Michael Stevens]

Anna; medication!

[char]

Well, there's one reason why I never take meds, even when I need them! I can never trust something so...unnatural.

[Michael Stevens]

I mix several medications, dark beer, and have a party in my brain!

[char]

Just as long as you pace yourself.

[Michael Stevens]

Yeah, pacing is the difference between a great time and a crappy one!