Trying Bear Business Again in Autumn 2021 (Joebear POV)
On Peachtree Boulevard in Atlanta, GA, the beginning of Count Vanilla's "Ice Cream Baby" song played in the background. (It sounded like Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby" and "Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen.)
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Count Vanilla, the vampyric snow white cub formerly known as Count Macula Jackson, Jr. asked dramatically as he froze and was wearing a black cape, an off-white bandana over his forehead, baggy khakis pants, blue and white high-top Converse shoes, and an off-white cotton collared shirt with a pocket on the left side of his chest. He even had a briefcase attached to a book bag on his back. Manilla folders were stucking out of it. He was just in time for Halloween.
Bruce Ice, formerly known as Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing, Bruce Ace, and Agent A-B A-B, was dancing on the boulevard and wearing a blue bandana over his forehead, baggy blue jeans, a baggy blue and silver Tye Dye shirt, and pale blue high-top Converse shoes. He yelled, "Yo V.I.P! Let's kick it! Count Vanilla, let's go!" He then kicked a Mackerel across the boulevard.
Music continued, and Count Vanilla started rapping between beats of the music, "Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby."
Then I jumped on the scene with my red bandana, white shirt, baggy black shorts, and black and green New Balance shoes before I rapped, "All right stop!
Collaborate and listen!
Ice is back with my brand new invention!"
Count Vanilla Manilla pulled an accordion made of manilla folders and started playing it to the rhythm of "Ice Cream Baby."
I continued, "Something grabs a hold of me tightly!
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly!"
Macrula and Bruce Ice started busting up laughing. Macrula was still wearing his purple suit with a green shirt and lavender tie, black dress shoes, and a black top hat. They asked, "Will it ever stop?"
"WILL IT EVER STOP?!" Bruce Ice shouted.
"Yo, I don't know!
Turn off the lights and I'll glow!
To the extreme, I eat a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and eat ice cream like an asshole!" I rapped.
"DANCE!" Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and Count Vanilla Manilla shouted. Sorceror Banana wore a yellow bandana, black T-shirt with a large yellow banana on it, yellow basket ball shorts that showed his thighs, and white high-top converses with light yellow trim on the bottom of them. Those shoes looked like bananas grown in the 1990s.
Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and I danced while Count Vanilla Manilla shouted, "DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!" We were staring at him and dancing while we waited for him to finish.
When I could rap a word in edgewise, I continued to rap, "Go rush the speaker that booms!
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom!"
The mixed big witch with thick black straight hair stripped off her black gown and showed us her humongous breasts and lifted them up to reveal mushrooms growing under them. The paler witch with auburn braids did the same and showed her large tits with mushrooms under them. Then the darkest witch of them all showed us the mushrooms growing out under her massive tits. Miss Oreo walked in front of them.
"DEADLY!" Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and Count Vanilla Manilla shouted.
Count Vanilla Manilla continued to shout, "DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY!"
Peter then walked over to us with a bigass brown curly afro from the 1970s that extended a foot high, a yellow headband, a white baggy shirt, purple basketball shorts, and white and brown tennis shoes. He then continued the rap, "When I play ice cream melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye
Ice cream don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll eat it
Check out the spoon while my DJ revolves it."
Peter has that right. He's whiter than white. He's the embodiment of bleached white bread and milk toast.
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, and I rapped and danced. Jessica Rabbit joined us. She wore a gray business suit with a white shirt, red tie, and sparkly red high-heeled shoes.
"Now that the ice cream is churning,
With the milk mixed in, and the vanilla is burning'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking cream like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em if, if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And great iced cream with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The ladies on standby
Waving just to say, 'Hi,'" Peter continued to rap. I just noticed that he was not wearing glasses.
My wife then walked over to us with her short legs as she wore her sunglasses as a headband, her shamrock Get Lucky winter hat, a baggy pink shirt with "LOVE" written on it, baggy khakis, and black high-top Converses. Her hair was down. She looked like Dumb Donna. She asked Peter, "Did you stop?"
Peter rapped an answer, "No, I just drove by. Kept on pursuing to the next shop.
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block. That block was dead."
Peter and I did a roundhouse kick in the air before Peter continued, "Yo so I continued to A1A Ice Cream Boulevard.
Girls were cold wearing less than bikinis.
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla manilla's nine."
Count Vanilla Manilla growled for nine seconds.
Peter continued to rap, "Ice Cream Nuts Food Fight on the wall!
The nuts are acting ill because they're so full of fudge bars
Nut shots ranged out like Blue Bell
I grabbed his nine
All I heard were yells
Bouncing on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the ass
Bumper to bumper the boulevard's packed
I'm tryin' to get away before the packers pack
Police eating cream
You know what I mean?
They passed me up, confronted all the cream fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll eat it!
Check out the spoon while my DJ revolves it!"
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, Xara, and I rapped and danced. Miss Oreo joined us and started to break dance.
Xara took over the rap because she thought she was whiter than Peter. " Take cream, 'cause I'm a fantastical chef.
Vanilla's on the scene just in case you didn't turn left.
MY town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground!"
"'Cause our style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel," we shouted.
Then Count Vanilla Manilla continued, "'Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel! Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel! "
Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!"
Xara laughed and tried to gain her composure back before she continued to rap while still chuckling, "Conducted and formed. This is a hell of a concept. We make it hype and you want to eat with this. Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a sous chef!"
"Cut like a razor blade SO FAST. Other cookers say, "Damn,'" we chimed in. I said "Damn" really loudly.
"Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn," Count Vanilla Manilla said.
Xara laughed really loudly before she snorted and tried to rap. This was actually becoming a train wreck. "If ice cream was a drug, I'd sell it by the pound! Keep my composure when it's time to get loose..." Then she rolled on the floor and bust out laughing. "YEAH RIGHT!!!!!" She was cracking up hysterically like an egg in custard.
A torrential downpour of rain fell down on us unexpectedly.
The strawberry blond witch then continued the rap, "Magnetized by the mic while I squirt my juice! If there was a problem, Yo, I'll eat it!
Check out the spoon while my sous chef revolves it!"
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, Xara, Miss Oreo, the strawberry blond witch, and I rapped and danced. Xara was laughing and struggling. I started to chuckle.
Count Vanilla Manilla just continued to rap while the rest of us danced like nothing was going on. "Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! I'M VANILLA MANILLA, BITCH! RECOGNIZE!"
Xara and Miss Oreo just fell over and started laughing. Macrula stepped out and was howling with laughter.
The witches and I stepped forward and danced before I said, "Yo man, let's get out of here. Word to your motha!"
Xara and Macrula just burst out laughing again.
Then Peter, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, Jessica Rabbit, Count Vanilla Manilla, and the witches concluded the song by rapping this chorus nine times:
"Ice cream baby
Too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold."
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, and I growled loudly in excitement. The trees in the forest on the Green Planet shook from the energy we were exerting with our growls. We were bears.
"You all have problems. Would you all like to make appointments?" Jessica Rabbit asked as she flew down to us with her large white wings.
Peter snorted as he folded his arms across his muscular chest.
"Would you like to explain what happened?" Jessica Rabbit asked.
"No!" Peter shouted.
"Peter is ignorant. Can we have gyros to deal with the stress? Maybe radiated refried beans as a side dish if possible," Artemis, the alleged Greek Goddess of Nature, Hunting, Chasity, and Childbirth said.
"Love 'em," Pauno said. "I shall make gyros rain from the sky!" He threw lightning bolts in the air. The only thing that happened was that Pauno made brown gravy. "What the fuck?"
Macrula sniffed the air. His nose curled back in disgust. "Yeah. I don't know what happened! Someone must have messed up the Thanksgiving turkey," he said as he scratched his chin that had a red beard on it.
Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, and I growled angrily like cubs. Pauno growled angrily as well because he was looking forward to gyros.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Count Vanilla, the vampyric snow white cub formerly known as Count Macula Jackson, Jr. asked dramatically as he froze and was wearing a black cape, an off-white bandana over his forehead, baggy khakis pants, blue and white high-top Converse shoes, and an off-white cotton collared shirt with a pocket on the left side of his chest. He even had a briefcase attached to a book bag on his back. Manilla folders were stucking out of it. He was just in time for Halloween.
Bruce Ice, formerly known as Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing, Bruce Ace, and Agent A-B A-B, was dancing on the boulevard and wearing a blue bandana over his forehead, baggy blue jeans, a baggy blue and silver Tye Dye shirt, and pale blue high-top Converse shoes. He yelled, "Yo V.I.P! Let's kick it! Count Vanilla, let's go!" He then kicked a Mackerel across the boulevard.
Music continued, and Count Vanilla started rapping between beats of the music, "Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby. Ice cream, baby."
Then I jumped on the scene with my red bandana, white shirt, baggy black shorts, and black and green New Balance shoes before I rapped, "All right stop!
Collaborate and listen!
Ice is back with my brand new invention!"
Count Vanilla Manilla pulled an accordion made of manilla folders and started playing it to the rhythm of "Ice Cream Baby."
I continued, "Something grabs a hold of me tightly!
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly!"
Macrula and Bruce Ice started busting up laughing. Macrula was still wearing his purple suit with a green shirt and lavender tie, black dress shoes, and a black top hat. They asked, "Will it ever stop?"
"WILL IT EVER STOP?!" Bruce Ice shouted.
"Yo, I don't know!
Turn off the lights and I'll glow!
To the extreme, I eat a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and eat ice cream like an asshole!" I rapped.
"DANCE!" Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and Count Vanilla Manilla shouted. Sorceror Banana wore a yellow bandana, black T-shirt with a large yellow banana on it, yellow basket ball shorts that showed his thighs, and white high-top converses with light yellow trim on the bottom of them. Those shoes looked like bananas grown in the 1990s.
Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and I danced while Count Vanilla Manilla shouted, "DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!" We were staring at him and dancing while we waited for him to finish.
When I could rap a word in edgewise, I continued to rap, "Go rush the speaker that booms!
I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom!"
The mixed big witch with thick black straight hair stripped off her black gown and showed us her humongous breasts and lifted them up to reveal mushrooms growing under them. The paler witch with auburn braids did the same and showed her large tits with mushrooms under them. Then the darkest witch of them all showed us the mushrooms growing out under her massive tits. Miss Oreo walked in front of them.
"DEADLY!" Macrula, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, and Count Vanilla Manilla shouted.
Count Vanilla Manilla continued to shout, "DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY! DEADLY!"
Peter then walked over to us with a bigass brown curly afro from the 1970s that extended a foot high, a yellow headband, a white baggy shirt, purple basketball shorts, and white and brown tennis shoes. He then continued the rap, "When I play ice cream melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye
Ice cream don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll eat it
Check out the spoon while my DJ revolves it."
Peter has that right. He's whiter than white. He's the embodiment of bleached white bread and milk toast.
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, and I rapped and danced. Jessica Rabbit joined us. She wore a gray business suit with a white shirt, red tie, and sparkly red high-heeled shoes.
"Now that the ice cream is churning,
With the milk mixed in, and the vanilla is burning'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking cream like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em if, if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And great iced cream with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The ladies on standby
Waving just to say, 'Hi,'" Peter continued to rap. I just noticed that he was not wearing glasses.
My wife then walked over to us with her short legs as she wore her sunglasses as a headband, her shamrock Get Lucky winter hat, a baggy pink shirt with "LOVE" written on it, baggy khakis, and black high-top Converses. Her hair was down. She looked like Dumb Donna. She asked Peter, "Did you stop?"
Peter rapped an answer, "No, I just drove by. Kept on pursuing to the next shop.
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block. That block was dead."
Peter and I did a roundhouse kick in the air before Peter continued, "Yo so I continued to A1A Ice Cream Boulevard.
Girls were cold wearing less than bikinis.
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla manilla's nine."
Count Vanilla Manilla growled for nine seconds.
Peter continued to rap, "Ice Cream Nuts Food Fight on the wall!
The nuts are acting ill because they're so full of fudge bars
Nut shots ranged out like Blue Bell
I grabbed his nine
All I heard were yells
Bouncing on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the ass
Bumper to bumper the boulevard's packed
I'm tryin' to get away before the packers pack
Police eating cream
You know what I mean?
They passed me up, confronted all the cream fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll eat it!
Check out the spoon while my DJ revolves it!"
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, Xara, and I rapped and danced. Miss Oreo joined us and started to break dance.
Xara took over the rap because she thought she was whiter than Peter. " Take cream, 'cause I'm a fantastical chef.
Vanilla's on the scene just in case you didn't turn left.
MY town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground!"
"'Cause our style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel," we shouted.
Then Count Vanilla Manilla continued, "'Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel! Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel! "
Cause my style's like a chemical spill!
Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel!"
Xara laughed and tried to gain her composure back before she continued to rap while still chuckling, "Conducted and formed. This is a hell of a concept. We make it hype and you want to eat with this. Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a sous chef!"
"Cut like a razor blade SO FAST. Other cookers say, "Damn,'" we chimed in. I said "Damn" really loudly.
"Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn," Count Vanilla Manilla said.
Xara laughed really loudly before she snorted and tried to rap. This was actually becoming a train wreck. "If ice cream was a drug, I'd sell it by the pound! Keep my composure when it's time to get loose..." Then she rolled on the floor and bust out laughing. "YEAH RIGHT!!!!!" She was cracking up hysterically like an egg in custard.
A torrential downpour of rain fell down on us unexpectedly.
The strawberry blond witch then continued the rap, "Magnetized by the mic while I squirt my juice! If there was a problem, Yo, I'll eat it!
Check out the spoon while my sous chef revolves it!"
"Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla!" Peter, Macrula, Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, Jessica Rabbit, Xara, Miss Oreo, the strawberry blond witch, and I rapped and danced. Xara was laughing and struggling. I started to chuckle.
Count Vanilla Manilla just continued to rap while the rest of us danced like nothing was going on. "Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Manilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! Vanilla Ice Cream baby! I'M VANILLA MANILLA, BITCH! RECOGNIZE!"
Xara and Miss Oreo just fell over and started laughing. Macrula stepped out and was howling with laughter.
The witches and I stepped forward and danced before I said, "Yo man, let's get out of here. Word to your motha!"
Xara and Macrula just burst out laughing again.
Then Peter, Bruce Ice, Sorceror Banana, Jessica Rabbit, Count Vanilla Manilla, and the witches concluded the song by rapping this chorus nine times:
"Ice cream baby
Too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold
Ice cream baby
Too cold too cold."
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, and I growled loudly in excitement. The trees in the forest on the Green Planet shook from the energy we were exerting with our growls. We were bears.
"You all have problems. Would you all like to make appointments?" Jessica Rabbit asked as she flew down to us with her large white wings.
Peter snorted as he folded his arms across his muscular chest.
"Would you like to explain what happened?" Jessica Rabbit asked.
"No!" Peter shouted.
"Peter is ignorant. Can we have gyros to deal with the stress? Maybe radiated refried beans as a side dish if possible," Artemis, the alleged Greek Goddess of Nature, Hunting, Chasity, and Childbirth said.
"Love 'em," Pauno said. "I shall make gyros rain from the sky!" He threw lightning bolts in the air. The only thing that happened was that Pauno made brown gravy. "What the fuck?"
Macrula sniffed the air. His nose curled back in disgust. "Yeah. I don't know what happened! Someone must have messed up the Thanksgiving turkey," he said as he scratched his chin that had a red beard on it.
Bruce Ice, Count Vanilla Manilla, and I growled angrily like cubs. Pauno growled angrily as well because he was looking forward to gyros.