It was a day like any other in the forest where Franklin and his friends lived. Franklin was just finishing up a bowl of steaming oatmeal as his mother frantically did the dishes. "My existence depends upon these dishes" his mother said for no apparent raisin. Franklin decided it would be best to leave now. He told his mother "Bitch, I'm leavin'!" Mrs. Turtle quickly turned her head to the side to eye him down as he walked out the door as she grasped her kitchen knife tighter. When Franklin made it out the door Bear was already waiting outside of his home as he always seems to be doing. Franklin wondered if Bear even had a home, or if he always waited outside his home within some distance. Again, Franklin decided it was best not to think, and walked into the road. Bear greeted his friend "Hiya Franklin! It is sunny!" Franklin looked pissed. Bear gave a frown and said "Franklin, what's bugging you buddy?" Franklin turned to Bear and said "No Bear. No." Bear took this as a sign to shut up and walk to school to meet with all the other miscellaneous woodland creatures. Bear soon remembered something Beaver had done to him and in a rage shouted "I'm gonna give that Beaver a good lickin'!". Franklin decided to throw a stone at Bear's head, but Franklin being the failure he always has been, missed. The rock flew into the forest and a loud clank soon followed. Both Franklin and Bear had a perplexed look. Their curiosity got the best of them as they went to investigate what the strange sound could have been.
Little Bear was sitting properly as his table with a napkin hung around his neck. His father walked into the kitchen while his mother finished up her blueberry muffins. "Why good morning Father Bear, a beautiful morning indeed, wouldn't you agree?" Father Bear responded properly "Why yes Little Bear, today is indeed a most wonderful day. I am sure it shall contain many great adventures and happiness and grammar!" Little Bear let out a giggle and looked happily onward at his mother. Suddenly a time vortex ripped opened in their kitchen! It began to suck in everything around them! Father Bear was frightened because he had to get to work soon, Mother Bear was frightened because she had just finished those god damned muffins, and Little Bear was frightened because time was torn asunder in his kitchen! They were all promptly sucked into the vortex, but not before a strange stone flew through and struck Mother Bear square in the forehead. After being pulled through the vortex they were all roughly thrown onto ground, cushioned only by a small patch of grass with some type of moldy substance on it. Mother Bear had been rendered unconscious by the stone, while Father Bear was gasping for air as his briefcase full of blank sheets of paper twirled in the air like a paper-cut tornado. Little Bear began frantically piecing together pieces of muffin crumbs and dirt to try and recreate his mother's wonderful blueberry muffins. In the distance they heard a faint sound, "What the fuck was that Bear!?"
Franklin and Bear had almost gotten to the area where they heard the sound come from. Bear was looking worried as he was aware how much of a failure Franklin was, and any decision he made was prone to disaster. Franklin was looking excited, as he had never actually hit anything with a rock before. When they reached the area, they saw a woman-bear knocked out with blood pouring from her head, a Little Bear eating dirt like a psychopath, and a man-bear dancing around a swirling maelstrom of paper. "What. The. Fuck." Franklin said. Just then all three of the bears looked at Bear and Franklin (yes, even the unconscious mother). Franklin and Bear looked startled as these bears had never been seen in town before, and therefore were not part of the typical storyline. Bear began to question his existence, as he now had other bears that would render his name redundant. Father Bear looked at Bear and Little Bear and became confused. Franklin decided he would get to the bottom of this mystery and told Bear to go get his parents. With his mother being a doctor and his father being a bear, they would certainly know how to handle this situation! Bear ran off into a random direction that Franklin hoped is where Bear lived at. While Bear was running towards a lake Franklin began thinking about what to ask this strange bear family. "So who are you people?" Franklin asked Bear family. "We are the Bears" they replied. An awkward silence permeated the area like the foul stench of the moldy substance Little Bear was still kneeling on. A splash was heard in the distance as Franklin saw that Bear had jumped into the lake and was now playing. Franklin let out a sigh and decided to throw his mother's packed lunch into the forest. "I always throw my mother's lunch into the forest. That's what you're lying in, retard", Franklin said to Little Bear. Little Bear wasn't sure how to answer such a rude comment. "Why thank you for informing me …."
"It's Franklin" Franklin replied.
"Well that sure is a curious name" Little Bear said.
"How so?"
"Well, I'm Little Bear, this is Father Bear, and this is Mother Bear."
Franklin then realized that he was the only character not named after the animal that he was, and his world began to fall apart.