Beary looked around in awe as Henry and Vivian showed him around Country Bear Hall. It was so quiet and peaceful. Such a shame that it was going to be taken down.

"Yeah, this place would fill up every weekend night", Henry explained as he talked about the history.

"Really?" Beary asked.

"I tell you, a lot of great music was on that stage", he started to list. "There's Flat and Scruggs. Liver Lips McGraw, Gomer. Jimi Hendrix opened here for Vanilla Fudge! But nobody, but nobody was like the Country Bears."

"Henry…" Vivian smiled looking embarrassed. "We weren't as good as those people."

"Are you kidding?" Henry laughed. "Place would be packed! People sitting everywhere, even up in the rafters! You know, sometimes I climb up there just to hear the notes."

"What notes?" Beary asked.

"The music… the millions of notes that floated up there. Some of the best darn notes ever."

Vivian and Henry smiled as they watched Beary looked around almost sad. He looked down before turning back to the two of them

"Well, why don't you stop them before they start to tear the place down?" he asked.

"Why?" Henry repeated. "$20,000, that's why! You don't got it, I don't got it. Goodbye Country Bear Hall. I can't raise that kind of cash."

"Trust me, Beary" Vivian said. "We tried to raise that money. We tried other jobs, but come on. What fast food place will hire bears?"

Henry shook his head as the three bears walked outside in despair, knowing there was nothing that could be done to save the place.

"Four days from now, the place comes a-tumbling down", he sighed.

Vivian looked at Beary who looked to be deep in thought. The tour was over, what else could he possibly want?

"Wait a minute", Beary said. "Wait a minute, I got it! I heard that some people have a higher purpose in life!"

"Higher purpose?" Vivian asked. "What do you mean?"

"I belong here! I belong here, helping you save this place!"

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

He was starting to scare her. What did Beary mean saying he belonged there? What about his family? He was way too young to be on his own.

"We can do it with a concert, to raise the money!" Beary said. We could get the band back together!"

Vivian and Henry looked at him surprised. Get the band back together? There was absolutely no chance of that ever happening. If the last 10 years were any indication, the band wanted nothing to do with each other. How could they possibly reunite?

"Get the band back together?" Henry asked dumbfounded.

"Uh-huh!" Beary nodded seeing nothing wrong with it.

"Get the-? Get the-? Oh, that's the stupidest thing! Never in a million years!"

"But this place", he said. "It's historic!"

"No", Henry said trying to get him to stop.

"The notes in the rafters!" Beary continued. "I know they'll do it!"

"No!" he repeated. "Now stop it, okay? Just forget it! Stop it!"

"But wait", Beary said, not understanding. "You're not—"

"I said stop!" Henry shouted this time before calming down. "It's over."

Henry turned away to walk into the back room. Vivian looked at Beary worried as he looked down, almost like he was about to cry.

"Do you have anyone to pick you up?" she asked.

"It's alright", Beary said. "I'll just wait for the next bus."

"Listen", she said putting her hand on her shoulder. "Henry's not mad at you. He's just under a lot of stress. Country Bear Hall is our home. We don't know what we're going to do. So, getting the band back together might not work. It's been 10 years, Beary. The Country Bears are over."

He looked down as he walked away to wait for the bus. Vivian sighed as she walked back, only to hear Henry rant about the idea.

"Dumb kid! Stupid idea! Get the band back together…"

"You could do that", Big Al said.

"Even if we could find them… a concert? Yeah, you'd need tickets and promotion and everything! I don't know."

"I could do that", he said wanting to help.

"Oh, Al", Henry said. "Let's face it. Two weeks from now, some teenager will be teaching us how to operate a deep fryer."

"We could do that", Big Al said.

"Henry?" Vivian knocked on the door. "Listen, you were too hard on Beary. You really should go and apologize to him."

Henry looked at her and sighed, watching as she rubbed her round belly with her paw. Obviously, she was sticking up for the young cub. Beary must've been long gone. No use in apologizing now. He patted Vivian's shoulder.

"You're going to be a great mother when your cub's born", he said.