The Country Bears Page #2

There's Flat and Scruggs,|Liver Lips McGraw, Gomer.

Jimi Hendrix opened here|for Vanilla Fudge.

But nobody, but nobody was like|the Country Bears.

Huh! Place would be packed--|people sitting everywhere

even up in the rafters.

You know, sometimes I'd climb|up there just to hear the notes.

What notes?

The music.

The millions of notes|that floated up there...

Some of the best|darn notes ever.

Well, why don't you stop them

before they start|to tear the place down?

Why?

$20,000, that's why.

You don't got it,|I don't got it.

Good-bye, Country Bear Hall.

I can't raise that Kind of cash.

Four days from now, this place|comes a-tumbling down.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

I got it!

I heard that some people have|a higher purpose in life.

Well.

I belong here.

I belong here helping you save|this place.

Nah.

And we can do it with a concert|to raise the money.

We can get the band|back together!

Get the band back to...!

Uh-huh.

Get the... get the...!

Oh, that's the stupidest thing.

Never in a million years.

But this place-- it's historic.

No.

The notes in the rafters.

-No!|-I know they'll do it.

-Oh, come on now.|-They could play a show.

Now, stop it, okay?

Just forget it. Stop it.

But wait, you're not...

I said stop!

It's over.

Uh...

Dumb Kid.

Stupid idea.

Get the band back together.

You could do that.

Oh, look, even if we found them,|uh... a concert?

Yeah, you need equipment

and tickets and promotion|and... everything.

I don't know.

I could do that.

Oh, Al.

Look, let's face it.

In a week from now,|some teenager's

going to be teaching us|how to operate a deep fryer.

We could do that.

Does he have|any distinguishing marks

something that we can|recognize him by?

I-I...

Yeah.

He's got thick brown hair...|all over his body.

Uh, you know, I think I may have|a recent photograph of him

if-if that would help you out.

Oh... he looks like a...

fourth grader?

-That's right.|-Yeah.

Cutie pie.

Okay, you know what?

I'm going to go to my room now

and, uh, I'm going|to stay there till I'm 18.

Okay, we're all done here.

Are you going to find him?

Ma'am, we're going|to do more than that.

How are we going|to do more than that?

Huh?

What are we going to do,|find him twice?

All right.

Let's get mobile.

There's a town down the road

Where I ain't been before

Nobody knows my name

Or what I'm looKing for

Maybe things will be|a little different

'Cause it can't stay the same...

I'm gonna ease on down the road

Hmm?

Where nobody knows my name

If they think about me tonight

I know they won't miss the pain

'Cause I'll be taKing it|down the road

Where nobody knows my name

Yeah.

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