
Cinnamon Bear 37-12-01 05 Wesley, the Wailing Whale
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And Doug, here we have the limu emu in its natural habitat, helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug.
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Limu. Is that guy with the binoculars watching us?
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Cut the camera. They see us.
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Only pay for what you need@libertymutual.com Liberty.
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Liberty.
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Liberty.
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Liberty Savings. Very unwritten by Liberty Mutual insurance company and affiliates. Excludes Massachusetts.
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And here's the cinnamon bear.
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Ram.
Ram.
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I wonder what's happening to Judy and Jimmy in the Cinnamon Bear. They lost the Silver Star again when the crazy quilled dragon jumped into the Rootbeer Ocean. And. And as though that weren't bad enough, they were captured by the inkaboos. Strange people made out of blotting paper with their faces drawn on in ink. Crazy Quilt escaped, but the rest of our brave expedition was led before King Blotto iii, accused of violating all sorts of inkaboo laws and finally condemned to be thrown into the immense inkwell. Now we find Judy and Jimmy and the cinnamon bear completely surrounded by Inca boos, standing on the brink of the immense inkwell.
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Jimmy, hold my hand. I'm scared.
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Deary me.
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This inkwell really is immense and black as pitch willikers.
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It's almost a block across.
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Yes, and it's over 3,000 thingamajigs deep. And it's icy cold.
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Oh, my beautiful stuffing. This will be the end of patio cinnamon cure.
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And we'll never, never get the Silver Star back. Maybe we'll never have another Christmas even. Oh, I wish we were back home with mother and daddy.
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Aw, don't cry, Judy.
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I'm right here. I'm a pretty good swimmer, you know. I got a batch for it, but.
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I don't know how good I can.
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Swim in that awful ink.
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You can't. This is unswimmable ink. You'll just sink and sink and sink.
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Ooh. You mean O Blotters.
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His bright royal highness, King Blotto iii.
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Ow, ow, ow.
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Well, well, well, well. Let's get on with the execution. Come, come, come, come, come. Where's the royal executioner?
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Exc.
But the royal executioner isn't here.
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Isn't here? Why isn't he?
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This is his day off.
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Why doesn't somebody tell me these things? Send someone after him.
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Begging your pardon, your majesty, but executioners union local 33 and a third would be very much annoyed if we did.
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Maybe we'll get saved yet, Jim.
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Maybe. What a way to run a kingdom. Here we have three very insulting people to execute and the executioner is taking a day off. I. Well, I'm flabbergasted.
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But your majesty, how is it?
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Quiet.
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Where's my royal secretary? Here I am, your majesty. Take a proclamation. Be it known hereinafter and from this date henceforward that the royal executioner shall not underline not. Shall not take his day off if it is the day of an execution, and furthermore.
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Excuse me, your majesty, but how can the royal executioner not take his day off on the day of an execution if he starts off on his day off before it becomes the day of an execution? Do I make myself clear?
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Absolutely. What do you mean?
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Well, the royal executioner left for his day off this morning, and this did not become a day of an execution until this afternoon.
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Oh, very well, then. Don't take a proclamation. You see if I care.
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If things keep up at this rate, we may have a chance yet. Jimmy.
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That's what I think.
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Well, but why doesn't somebody do something?
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I'm sorry, your majesty, but the inkaboo constitution is very rigid in the matter of executions. I'm afraid we're lost without the royal executioner to officiate.
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Ahem. Well, why don't you just sort of call the whole thing off, huh?
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That'd be elegant. Sure you don't want to have an execution anyhow?
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We do so. And don't you speak until you're spoken to. This here now execution has got to go on.
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What'll we do? Possibly we could postpone the hooray.
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Hooray.
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Now what's the matter with you?
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I've been trying for 10 years to remember what my official position is, and it just dawned on me sudden, like. Hooray.
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Hooray.
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Oh, cut the hooray business and tell us who you are, if it makes any difference.
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Oh, but it does, your majesty. I just happen to remember that I'm the assistant royal executioner. So there.
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We're sunk children. They'll dunk us like doughnuts.
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Oh, I don't want to be pushed into that awful big old ink well. Me neither. I'll fight him first. Come on.
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No, no, no, you don't. Hold him, man.
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Leave me alone. Ouch.
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Now don't do that again, blotter face, or I'll scratch you to shreds.
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Did you hear that? This little runt says he'll scratch me to pieces.
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And he will, too. Garrah.
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Garrah.
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Oh, make that thing stop making that funny noise, will ya? And for the love of ink, get on with the execution.
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Very well, your majesty.
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Garrah.
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Just a minute. What's that person doing anyway?
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He's a cinnamon bear, and that's his growl. Yeah, and it scares people, like everybody. Ugh.
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Fiddlesticks. Doesn't scare me at all, but I find it most annoying. Kindly desist, will you? And in the name of 10,000 pen wipers, please proceed with the execution.
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Of course, your majesty. Are the prisoners in line to be shoved up into the immense inkwell, captain?
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Well, sort of, but they won't stand still. Here, you, all of you put your arms around each other so the executioner can push you in with one push.
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Oh, dear.
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There already.
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Now I'm awful scared, cinnamon bear.
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Just. Just be calm, like me, Judy. Something always happens.
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Sure, like in storybooks. The marines will come. Maybe.
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What is holding us up now?
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I'm rapidly losing my patience.
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Pardon, your majesty, but I temporarily forgot how the ceremony begins.
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Well, you better remember in a jiffy, or I'll have you dropped into the ink well when the royal executioner gets back from his day off.
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Yes, yes, your majesty.
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Oyes.
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Oyez. In the name of his majesty, king blotto iii, I, assistant executioner, do hereby prepare to shove these prisoners into the black depths of the immense inkwell.
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Go on, go on.
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Your majesty will please forgive me, but I can't just remember the exact wording of the execution.
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Absurd.
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Why, I'll have you.
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Please, please. Couldn't I just skip over that part and shove them in right away, your.
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Majesty, unless the executioner proceeds according to custom, the execution may not be done.
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Oh, this is the last straw. Oh, dear. Let me see. Maybe I can remember how it begins.
One for the money, two. Two for the show. Oh, splendid. One for the money, two for the show. Three. Three.
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Jimmy and I know that one. You bet it's one for the money, two for the show, three to make ready.
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No, no, don't, Jimmy. You're just helping them throw us in this awful ink.
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Well, Jiminy crickets, I forgot.
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Your majesty. Your majesty, I remember it all. Now. May we pray proceed with the execution?
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By all means. And make it snappy.
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One for the money, two for the.
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Show, three to make ready, and ho, ho, ho.
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Who interrupts our magnificent ceremony of execution?
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Why, it's the crazy quilt dragon. Where?
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I see him. And bless my stocking, if he hasn't got reinforcements.
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Hooray. We're safe.
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Company, prepare to defend yourselves.
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Crazy quilt's got a company of scissor soldiers. They'll cut the inkaboo bladders to Pieces.
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Well, let's try to get through and meet Crazy Quill. We can't. We're completely surrounded by these awful Inca Boos.
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They're gonna try and hold us up.
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And let em boys mow em down.
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Here we are, Crazy Quill.
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Hold on, friends.
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We'll break through.
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Call for reinforcements.
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Bring out the artillery.
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That's the shot, Crazy Quill. Give him the work, Garrah. Here he is, Chance. Crazy Quill.
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Oh, you got here just in the nick of time, Crazy.
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Glad we did. But the fight's not over yet. The Inkaboo captain just called for the artillery.
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Aw, these scissors soldiers will fix them, all right.
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I don't think so. Scissors can raise havoc with ordinary inkaboo blotters. But they're not much good against the artillery.
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Just as soon as there's a big enough break in the line, we'll run for it.
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Garrah Adam boys, here comes the Inkaboo artillery.
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Look, they're big fountain pens.
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Right. And they squirt ink.
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Gee, look what they're doing to the silver soldiers. They're slipping and sliding all over the place.
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Oh, that's what I was afraid of. They can't cut a thing when they're wet.
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Hooray.
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There's a break in the Inca Boo lines.
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Come on, let's run for it. All right. But where are we going? We can't just run and run.
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Of course not. The anchor boos will catch us.
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Well, just keep running. I think I know a safe place.
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Where's that?
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The Root Beer Ocean. We'll all jump in and the Inca Boos won't dare follow us because they get soaked and fall to pieces.
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Wonderful, Crazy Quilts. Let's run even faster. Yes, but what about Cinnamon Bear? He can't jump in the Root Beer Ocean.
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Mercy, no. It would be the end of me and my extra special stuffing.
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Don't worry about that. You can all climb on my back and I'll swim.
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You crazy quilt, you're a lifesaver.
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Oh, not yet I'm not. We've still got to make it to the beach. Let's go.
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Oh, there's a rupee roshan.
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I was afraid we'd never make it. Oh, gee, here come those incapoos.
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All right, up on my back, all of you.
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Okay, Crazy Quilt, I'm on. How about you, Jimmy? Right behind you, Judy. Me too.
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All set for the takeoff?
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All set, Crazy.
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And here we go.
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Woo just made it. Boy, are those icaboos mad. Yeah, but they don't dare follow Us.
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We're certainly grateful to you for saving us, Crazy Quilt.
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Oh, sure, it was nothing. I just wanted to show you how. How sorry I was about the Silver Star.
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Oh, I'd almost forgotten about our Silver Star with all the excitement and everything. Yes, but we still got the finance to put on top of our tree. Or Christmas won't be Christmas.
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Well, do you think I've redeemed myself enough to be allowed to help you look for it, my friends?
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Crazy Quilt. As one Cinnamon Bear to a dragon, I'd say yes. What do you think, children?
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Sure. Crazy Quilt's one of us now. And we're glad to have him.
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Oh, my friends, I am touched.
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I don't know how my stuffings will occur. Strange what a big wave that was. Are you all right, Cinnamon Bear?
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Hunky Dunkey.
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Jimmy, look over there. Isn't that our Silver Star? Oh, sure enough. It's floating on top of the Rootbeer Ocean. As nice as you please.
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Eureka. Swim over that way, Crazy Quill, so Jimmy can reach out and grab it.
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Right you are, skipper.
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Now just a little closer, Crazy Quill. Ooh, what's that? Wow.
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It's a big whale. A blue and white polka dot whale.
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Ogs Vodkins. It's Wesley the wailing Whale.
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And he came up right between us and our Silver Star. And he sees it too. And he's opening his mouth. Oh, he swallowed it right up.
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Well, if it isn't one thing, it's another. This is certainly a pretty pickle for our young friends. No sooner do they escape the Inca boos and find their precious silver star floating serenely on the root bare ocean than but a blue and white polka dot whale with an appetite has to come along and gobble it up. Let's listen next time and see what happens. Never can tell, you know.
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And Doug, here we have the Limu emu in its natural habitat helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug Limu.
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Is that guy with the binoculars watching us?
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Cut the camera. They see us.
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Only pay for what you need@liberty mutual.com.
Savings ferry unwritten by Liberty Mutual Insurance Company and affiliates excludes Massachusetts.
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Date: December 7, 2025
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
This episode continues the classic children’s holiday adventure, "The Cinnamon Bear." In this installment, Judy, Jimmy, and their magical companions are on a quest to recover their lost Silver Star for their Christmas tree. The action picks up as they face imminent danger from the Inca Boos, only to be rescued in the nick of time, which leads to an unexpected twist involving a polka-dot whale named Wesley.
In this fast-moving and whimsical episode, Judy, Jimmy, and their friends narrowly escape doom through a mix of comic incompetence from the Inca Boo officials and timely intervention by Crazy Quilt and his scissor soldiers. Just as their luck appears to turn with the recovery of the Silver Star, the appearance of Wesley the polka-dot whale pulls them into a new and unexpected challenge, keeping listeners eager for the next chapter of their adventure.
For more classic radio adventures, stay tuned for the next episode of "The Cinnamon Bear."