Okay... I'll tell you what I know (4-B)

The thought of FBI agents watching you as you sit in an interrogation room just makes you sweat… that and the fact that no one is willing to turn up the air in an already hot room. You’re a bear, you don’t know what to do in big city situations like this. “I’ll tell you what you want to know, just don’t hurt me,” you plead. You’ve completely forgotten all about you buddy who you drove in the tank with just a little while ago… oh shit that’s right you drove a tank. They probably think you’re a terrorist. “They do probably think I’m a terrorist,” you shriek out after hearing my words. A statement like that probably does not help out your situation. “I know I’m sorry, it just blurted out.” You mutter… okay you’re going to have to stop that. I know you are nervous, but you can’t go having conversations with the narrator. “Okay, sorry,” you mumbled. Damn it, I said cut that out.

Here let’s move on with the story okay…. Let’s see. They agents as you some questions about you actions and you tell them you were overcome by your desire to race a car like in NASCAR which you are a fan of. They are intrigued by your dreams, but mostly the fact that you are a talking bear who seems to talk to himself. Then you give a speech… something along the lines of believing in yourself and never letting go of your dreams… like at the end of inspiration movies. This touches the agents as one admits when he was little he wanted to be a cowboy like Clint Eastwood, but then changed his dream to astronaut after seeing space cowboys which also starred Clint Eastwood.

After his odd admittance you all hug and they let you go free, but not before using their power to let drive you down to a NASCAR race and get secure you a spot as the driver in one of the cars for the race. And race you do, but the whole driving thing was kind of confusing to begin with, so you don’t even do that well and crashed the car before even completing a lap, but you fulfilled a dream. And after the race the other drivers hoist you up on their shoulders and the crowd cheers you on. As the crowd roars you see your dad in the crowd mauling a small child. You take his being there as a symbol of his acceptance and approval which you always wanted… once again like all those inspirations movies you seem to love. And with that the credit roll.

The End