By: Blasphemer
Disclaimer: I don't own Bear in the Big Blue House, I just belittle it.
Piccolo was bored. With no job skills or social life, peacetimes were nothing but an infinity of boredom for the pointy-eared monster. All he could do was ceaselessly train himself for the next meaningless battle, in hopes that he would somehow survive the one punch or kick it took these days to rend his flesh into blood spewing halves. His skills used to have meaning, once, but now he was hopelessly outclassed. The only useful fighters anymore were the Saiyans. Piccolo shrugged.
"I guess I'll test my skills with an old favorite of mine."
Placing two fingers on his green forehead, he powered up his ultimate attack. He aimed his fingers at the moon overhead.
"MASANKOPOPO!"
A beam of light shot from his outstretched fingers, lancing towards the hapless moon. The beam connected, lighting the moon for a brief moment, before sending it crumbling into oblivion. Piccolo took a nap, content with himself.
Bear looked to the sky, searching for his friend Luna. The comforting presence of this ancient woman was a consistent reminder of all that was right with the world. Bear loved this dear friend. Luna rose into the sky.
"Hi, Luna!" said Bear, innocent bliss clearly apparent in his voice.
"Hello, Be-" Luna was cut off in the middle. Exploding into a million jillion pieces can do that to a celestial body, you know.
Bear stood in shock for a few moments, before curling into the fetal position. Tears streamed down his face as Bear mumbled what little of the goodbye song he could remember in this terrible moment. This, time, however, goodbye meant goodbye forever. They found Bear the next morning, hanging from the balcony, his blue faced corpse suspended in midair by what appeared to be a pair of woman's underwear.
Goodbye, goodbye, good friends goodbye….
THE END
