Charles and Chance Drive a Police Car

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, Grandpa James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Sergeant Steve is an officer. That means he's a policeman. Policemen and Policewomen have important jobs. They keep everyone in Windsor safe and peaceful. Sometimes their jobs are dangerous. We're lucky to have brave police, you know.

I could be a police officer when I grow up, you know. There's a special school for the job. I would like that. I could serve and protect boys and girls and grownups and bear cubs, too. Know what? Some officers don't drive cars. They drive police boats up and down the Detroit River.

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? Grandpa James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find Grandpa James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

 This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Be kind to friends and neighbours. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can go see Sergeant Steve and ride with him in the police car! Okay! Over and out!"