Hanging out at the Mill Dollar Store

Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub. I live with my buddy, James. I look after him, 'cuz he's forgetful. He made spaghetti for breakfast!

Know what? I'm a the Mill Dollar Store with my buddy, Allen. That's on the corner of Mill and Sandwich Streets, right by our house on Sparkle Road. Allen looks after the whole store. Allen has candy and toys. He has lots of other stuff, too. If you have money you can take some home.

James always tells me to keep my paws in my pockets so I don't break anything. He's silly. Bear cubs don't have pockets. Maybe I will grow some when I'm older. I sure hope so. I want thumbs, too.

If you don't have money and you take something, that's stealing and you will get caught and get your paws printed and your mug shot taken and have to stay in jail. That's not nice. I could be a helper here. I can say, "The marshmallows are in Aisle Six" and "Did you find everything you were looking for?" That's what helpers say.

Helpers are good citizens and good citizens get to eat Smarties and licorice. Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Who's a handsome bear cub? Who's a Son of Windsor?" That's me! Charles. I gotta say good-bye to Allen and go get my ears tickled and my nose kissed so I can laugh right out loud. I sure hope you're a good citizen and somebody tickles your ears today! "Bye for now. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub, saying Over and out!"

Ricky, Guard of the Gummy Worms

Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. I look after him 'cuz he's old and forgetful. Today he forgot where he put the gummy worms!

This is me with my buddy Ricky. He's a cashier. Know what that is? He guards the gummy worms at Mac's Milk. He takes our money when we buy gummy worms. Oh. Ricky guards the chocolate milk, too. He has a very important job.

If I don't give him money and leave with my gummy worms, that's stealing. Stealing is something bad citizens do. Bad citizens get handcuffed and paw printed and get their mug shots taken. My buddy, James says bad citizens get locked up in Her Majesty's Royal Canadian hoosegow. They don't get root beer. They don't get to play Space Invaders.

I'm a good citizen. Know what? I bet I could be a cashier when I grow up. I can already say, "Please provide photo ID" and "Will there be anything else, love?" Ricky says I need to learn to tell time and count money. Okay. I will do that but not right now cuz I hear  James hollering, "Who's a handsome bear cub? Who's a Son of Windsor? Who's a Prince of Ontario?"  That's me! Charles. I'm gonna run and get my ears tickled! I love having my ears tickled, don't you?" This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, Be good citizens. Pay for things at the store. Don't steal! Bye for now!"