Ford Vs Bronze (Part 3)

After the Greasy Dinner fiasco the gang decided to help Grauntie Mabel get back to the Shack and wash up. Once done they called Danny over for some much needed reinforcements and now they were all sitting around the kitchen table.

Stan took his photo of Mable from earlier that day to look at Grauntie Mabel's 'before' picture, "Okay, here you are before your social training, and here you are now, after!" he lowered the picture to see that Grauntie Mabel looked exactly the same.

"Huh," Fids mused. "Not much different."

"You still look wonderful, Ms. Pines," Ria assured her. "Just as lovely as ever."

Grauntie Mabel smiled, "Thank you, Ria. And you too, kids, I know you tried you best, but now that I wrecked the diner Grenda will have nothing to do with me."

"Maybe we can pick someone else." Heather said.

"Do we know anyone?" Stan asked.

Fids thought about it for a bit, and he smiled, "There's always Crazy Chui!"

"She also works at Greasy Diner." Stan said. "And she's crazy." He added.

"Point taken." Fids said. "There's got to be someone out there for you." He said, grasping at straws.

"Oh, it doesn't matter," Mabel shrugged it off. "I got to spend the day with you guys, right?"

"But you're still as lonely as Growling Grenda and Crazy Chui," Danny commented.

Stan paused, wide eyed. The others caught on quickly. "Grauntie Mabel!" Stan yelled. "We have to go back to the diner! Now!"

"Really?" She asked. Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Everyone said, and began to pull her along.

"Alright let's go then…I guess," Mabel said, as she allowed them to lead her out the door.

(Back with Ford…)

Ford ran through the forest with every ounce of confidence he possessed to where he was told the multi-bear's cave was located, "I'm coming for you, multi-bear!" He whispered at the cave entrance. Suddenly another thought came to him. "What even is a multi-bear?" he asked as he stumbled into the cave.

That question was answered when he accidentally step on a bone, it snapped loudly, and woke the bear up. Except, the bear had multiple heads around the body. "Oh, that's a multi-bear."

The bear heads roared, and the main head spoke, "Bear heads, silence!" One of the heads continued roaring, so he hit it until the head went silent. "Child, why have you come here?"

"Multi-bear! By order of the manotaurs, I seek your head!" Ford declared. "Or… one of them, I guess…"

The multi-bear grew angry, "You made a foolish choice. Leave now or die!"

Ford held his ground and pointed his spear at him.

"So be it," the heads roared, and the multi-bear charged at him.

Ford moved quickly to avoid the bear's attacks. He managed to jump off a rock and leaped on one of the multi-bear's heads to choke the main head with his spear. He used as much strength as he could to bring the bear down. Ford was glad, and a little surprised, that the fight was so short, and he pointed the spear at the bear's neck, "A real man shows no mercy!"

The multi-bear sighed, accepting his defeat, "Very well, warrior… but will you grant a magical beast one last request?"

"Uh… okay." Ford said looking unsure.

"I wish to die listening to my favorite song." he said, shedding a tear. "There's a radio on the coffee table. The tape is already in there if you can just hit any-"

Ford approaches the radio and hits play.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it." multi-bear said as the song "Disco Girl" plays.

"You listen to Icelandic pop group BABBA?" Ford asked surprised. "I-I love BABBA."

"I thought I was the only one." The multi-bear said. "All the manotaurs made fun of me because I know all the words to the song "Disco Girl."

Oh, you mean Disco girl..." Ford began to sing as the Multi-bear sang along. "Coming through. That girl is you! Oo-oo o-oo!"

Despite the situation, Ford laughed, "This is crazy! Finally, someone who understands… oh..." he frowned. "Yeah... I guess I'm supposed to kill you? Or I'll never become a man?"

"I accept my fate." The multi-bear assured him.

"No!" Ford yelled, but he paused. "Are you sure?"

The multi-bear nodded and closed his eyes, "It's for the best."

Ford took a deep breath and raised his spear… "No!" he said. "This is wrong…I'm sorry." He told the multi-bear and walked out of the cave.

The multi-bear smiled. "For what it's worth I think it takes a real man it admit when he's wrong."

Ford turned and smiled back. "Thanks." He said. "I'll see you around."

"Definitely." The multi-bear assured him.

Ford turned then and ran out of the cave and all the way back to the MAN CAVE where the manotaurs were waiting. He there the spear down at their feet without hesitation "I'm not going to do it!" He yelled.

"YOU WERE TOLD!" Leaderaur roared. "THE PRICE OF MAN IS THE MULTI-BEAR'S HEAD!"

Ford decided he had enough of listening to them, "Listen, Leaderaur, alright? You too, Testosteror, Pubetor, and… B-Beardy, is it?"

"It's Beardy." Beardy said.

"You keep telling me that being a man means doing all these tasks and being aggressive all the time, but I'm starting to think that's all bologna," Ford said. The manotaurs gasped. "You heard me. Bologna! So, maybe I don't have muscles, or hair in certain places, and… I'll admit it. When a girly pop song comes on the radio, sometimes, I leave it on! Cause dang it, top 40 hits are in the top 40 for a reason! They're catchy!"

"Fearless, what are you saying?" Chutzpar asked.

"I'm saying the multi-bear is a really nice guy, and you're a bunch of jerks if you want me to cut off his head!"

Leaderaur grew furious. He stomped off of his throne, looked down at Ford, and snorted menacingly in his face, "KILL THE MULTI-BEAR OR NEVER BE A MAN!" he ordered.

Ford stood tall, "Then I guess I'll never be a man."

The manotaurs booed at him and called Ford 'weak'. Afterwards they left the cave to go do something manly. Ford sighed, and put his normal clothes back on, before he grabbed his bag, and left.

Meanwhile Stan, Fids, Heather and Grauntie Mabel had just made it back to Greasy's Diner. And without hesitation they went up to Growling Grenda, who was currently cleaning up Mabel's mess.

"Growling Grenda?" Stan asked catching her attention. "My Grauntie wants to be your friend, but she's too shy to ask you in person. She's the nicest person I've ever met, and she likes baking, gardening, knitting, and watching old lady movies!"

"And she's very sorry about the mess." Heather added.

Grauntie Mabel spoke up, "So what do you say?"

Grenda smiled, "Sure, why not?!"

"Really?" Mabel asked.

"Really! Tomorrow coffee at my place if you want!" She wrote something down and handed it to Mabel. "Here's my number! And a free pie!" Grenda gave her a pie from the spinning pie machine beside them. "See ya later!"

Heather and Fids cheered

"We did it!" Stan yelled. "When are you gonna call?" He asked Mabel as they sat down. "You want to call now? I don't have a phone! We can put it on a credit card. Let's get a credit card!"

"Stan," Grauntie Mabel stopped him. "Just let me eat, alright?"

Stan peeked out the window, where he could see Ford walking by, "FORD! It's me, Stan! I'm looking at you through this glass! Right here! This is my voice! I'm talking to you from inside!" He smiled excitedly. Ford nodded and gestured him to calm down before he walked back inside the diner. "Did you see me through the-?"

"Yes." Ford said siting down.

"You oaky Ford?" Heather asked, picking up on his bummed behavior.

"Yeah you're not still mad at us are you?" Stan asked hopefully.

"No it's something else." Ford sighed, "I don't want to talk about it though."

Fids shrugged, "That's alright. If you don't want to-"

"It's just that these half-man, half-bull humanoids were hanging out with me…" Ford started.

"What?" Mabel asked not sure if she heard him right.

"But then they wanted me to behead this really nice multi-bear, but it just wasn't right. So I said no."

Stan spoke, "You were your own man, and you stood up for yourself."

"What?" Ford asked surprised.

Mabel finished what Stan was going to say, "Well, you did what was right even when no one agreed with you. Sounds pretty manly to me, I may add," she smiled, crossing her arms.

"Hey, you guys are right!" Ford smiled. "I was my own man!"

Fids pointed to Ford's chest, "Wait a minute! Ford, what's that hair on your chest?"

He looked down and smiled, "I have chest hair! Yes!" he laughed. "This is amazing! Take that, man tester! Take that, Pituitor!"

"Pituitor?" Heather asked.

"I have chest hair!" Ford exclaimed, but the moment was sadly short lived. As Mabel pulled the single chest hair out and taped it in her scrapbook, "Scrapbook-tunity!"

"Don't worry, Ford," Stan said to cheer him up. "You'll have plenty more where that came from when you're older. Just look at dad."

"Ewe." Ford said remembering how hairy their dad is.

Everyone laughed.

"Hey we're sorry for making fun of you earlier." Heather said.

"It's okay?" Ford said. "I don't care anymore I'm my own man!"

After that everyone just sat enjoying the sweet company of one another as Heather got Ford caught up with what they had been doing in his absence.

All and all it had turned out to be a pretty go day!

-To Be Continued