Zeb went to the bar, pulling his fiddle out from underneath. He looked nervous, can't remembering the last time he even played. Henry walked to him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Go show them who's the best", he said.

"Do you think I am?" Zeb asked as he looked at the stage, scared as the band finished setting up their equipment.

"I know you're the best", Vivian said and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. "You can do it. No pressure. Just remember if you lose this duel, we're going to be stranded out in the middle of nowhere."

Henry and Vivian sat down at the table with Beary, Fred and Roadie, watching as Zeb got onto the stage. He almost looked like a frightened child. He hadn't had to stand onstage in front of a crowd in 10 years. It was almost as if Zeb had forgotten what to do to conquer the stage fright he was starting to feel.

The bad started playing, getting the crowd to cheer. Zeb looked at the singer intimidated as he started singing.

Hey, there, bear,
I know you'd like a little honey
But your credit's no good, man
You're out of money

Zeb held his fiddle bow in his paws, watching the guitarist play and sing. The times sure has changed since the Bears had last played. Vivian was biting her claws as she looked around. Everyone in the bar seemed to like this music.

I heard you can play the fiddle with the best
Well, I'm here a-putting you to the test

Beary was jumping in his seat, excited to see Zeb play in person. He also seemed to like the music, which made Vivian even more worried. If a hardcore Country Bear fan could like this, how much would he like Zeb's solo?

I'm hereby challenging you to a duel
Between my guitar and your fiddle
You fuzzy fool!

Zeb shrugged at his words. Was the trash talk really necessary for a musical duel? The singer started playing a guitar solo that got nearly everyone dancing. Even Roadie had to dance to the music. Cha-Cha stood at the bar, laughing and gloating.

"That's my guy."

Once he finally stopped, Zeb took a chance to start his turn.

Hey there, mister, that was pretty good
For a local bartender, in the neighborhood
I'm a little rusty now, I admit
But I ain't afraid you, not one bit!

"Kick his butt, Zeb!" Vivian cheered as she clapped her hands excited.

I hereby accept your challenge to a duel
Between your guitar and my fiddle
You crazy fool!

The two of them sang the lyric together just before Zeb's turn with his fiddle.

I'm only in it for the honey
It makes my head feel kind of funny

Zeb brought the fiddle up beneath his chin, ready to play for the first time in years.

Give me that golden nectar
Straight from the bees
Bartender, give me some of that
Please!

He dragged the bow across the fiddle strings, and as expected, it was terrible. It sounded like he was trying to saw the instrument in half as everyone covered their ears. Vivian gasped in pain as she covered one ear and put the other paw on her belly. The cub seemed to hate it as well, judging by all of the kicks and rolls she felt inside her.

"Better call a cab!" Fred said to Roadie who shrugged as his smile left.

Zeb looked down ashamed as he finished his solo to no avail. No one liked it. He clearly lost. Everyone uncovered their ears as the guitarist started singing again.

Ouch! Hey, there, Mr. Fuzzy
Well, I guess that settles that
Leave your tour bus parked out front
And the keys under the mat

Zeb looked at him, raising his eyebrow. That was not the end. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

Whoa, hold on just a minute
Hold that jive
Because I can feel this fiddle about to come alive!

As he lightly pulled the bow across the strings this time, his solo sounded perfect. Zeb's music sounded just the way it did before the breakup. Everyone in the bar shrugged and looked at him impressed that he managed to stay in the duel.

"Whoo, Zeb!" Vivian cheered as she clapped.

The guitarist jumped in front of Zeb, playing a solo, trying to earn the audience's applause again. Zeb rolled his eyes as he lifted his fiddle.

"Back off, sunshine!" he said as he played again.

Everyone in the bar got to their feet as they danced and cheered. Zeb and the guitarist seemed to be tied when it came to the music. It finally ended when Zeb played his fiddle faster and faster until the guitarist gave up, unable to play like that. The whole bar cheered with him as the victor.

"Go Zeb!" Henry cheered.

"Yeah, go Zeb!" Beary cheered.

"Alright, Zeb!" Cha-Cha clapped.

A deal was a deal. He had won the duel. His debt was now considered repaid. Zeb gathered in the glory as he fell to the floor, exhausted and happy at the same time.

"Let's get out of here", Henry said as they got up.

Fred and Roadie walked to the stage, grabbing Zeb by the legs as they dragged him to the bus. It was time to go onto the next city to pick up the next band member.