Disclaimer: Not that I would want to own these deranged characters, but hey, whatever keeps me out of trouble w/ the law. I don't own Matt and Sora, and I don't own Digimon: Digital Monsters. I also am not affiliated with the Pez corporation in anyway, though I think they're awesome!
"Honey, can I have a green bear?" Matt said one day
as he was reading the newspaper.
"Um…okay. Why do you want a green bear?" She had
gotten used to Matt's eccentricities over the past few years, but it still
was…unnerving the way these things came out of nowhere.
He shrugged. "Just do."
"Well, where are you going to find this green bear?"
She spoke patiently as if to a small child.
"Here," said Matt tapping the newspaper with his
hand.
Sora peeked over Matt's shoulder to see what he
was looking at. It was a small ad that said GREEN BEAR FOR SALE. GO TO
654 MAPLE DR FOR MORE INFO in tiny block letters.
"Why on earth would anybody pay for an ad to get
rid of some old teddy bear they don't want?"
"Maybe it's not a toy bear," Matt replied solemnly.
"A real green bear?" Sora cocked an eyebrow at him.
Why, I've never hear of anything so preposterous."
Matt pouted, a bit hurt. "Well, I don't think it's
preposterous. And I want to buy it."
"What are we going to do with a real green bear?"
said Sora angrily.
"Teach it lots of neat tricks. Maybe exhibit it
in the circus."
"We don't need a green bear," said Sora quickly
growing tired of this extremely abnormal conversation.
"I think we do! And remember who pays the bills
in this house"
"Then honey," Sora said through gritted teeth (she
hated it when he pulled that card out on her). "Go and get your bear if
it makes you happy."
"I think I will," said Matt smiling.
So Matt took a stroll around Odaiba looking for the
place that the ad said. He finally found it. It was incredibly dusty. Matt
coughed twice, then looked around. There wasn't much; behind the front
counter there were some small trinkets, several guns, lots of Pez dispensers
and what looked like a half-eaten burrito.
"Some service please!" he cried out.
A small, bald man appeared. He smiled.
"You came for the green bear."
Matt was amazed. "How'd you know?"
"Well, you are holding our ad in your hand."
"May I see it then please?"
The man leaned his head forward and smiled at Matt.
"So impatient. Don't worry; it won't take too long," and went to get his
bear, which would soon be Matt's bear.
The man came out, with an object that rather surprised
Matt.
"Hey that's not a real green bear! It's just an
old stuffed animal!"
"You thought I had a real green bear?" the old man
asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "I swear, each generation is getting
more ridiculous than the last. I do believe the good lord is punishing
us for something."
"Well, why would anyone want to buy a toy bear?"
"A green toy bear," the man corrected.
"Well, a green toy bear then."
"Because if you poke it in the stomach its eyes
light up."
"Really?"
"Yep"
"How much?"
"Fifty bucks."
"Fifty bucks for that ratty-old piece of cotton?"
"Take it or leave it."
"Fine. Fine. Here you go," said Matt, shoving some
dollar bills into the old man's hands. "By the way, is that burrito there
for sale? I haven't had a thing since this morning."
"It is for $640."
"The price is kinda steep isn't it?"
"Oh no!" exclaimed the little man. "This, this burrito
was eaten by Justin Timberlake!"
"Really?"
"Yup, I bought it on Ebay."
"Well,"said Matt, searching his pockets, "I don't
think I have enough cash on me to buy it right now. But, maybe some other
time."
"So, did you buy your bear?"
Matt was glad to see that Sora was in a better mood.
"Yeah, look."
"Sheesh, it's filthy. Go clean it."
"Yes dear. Whatever you say dear."
"Are you being sarcastic with me? You know I hate
it when you're sarcastic."
"No dear, sorry dear."
Matt went to the bathroom sink and started to scrub
it. But he poked its stomach a couple of times as well. It was fun. He
laughed. But he wasn't getting very far with cleaning which annoyed Sora.
"You're wasting water Matt. And dinner's almost
ready. Hurry up."
"Sorry dear."
He gave it a few good scrubs, especially around
its neck and behind its ears. He smiled; the bear was wonderful.