Tenderheart Bear nodded. "This all sounds perfectly reasonable to me." Ignoring Cheer Bear's rolled eyes, he continued, "So what's the plan?"
Bucholz Bear nodded and started extracting items from his backpack. "You take these infrared goggles and this walkie-talkie," he said, handing them to Tenderheart Bear. "You'll stay out here and keep an eye on where she is in the house, while I sneak in to her office and plant monitoring software on her computer. Good Luck Bear: You come with me, and if she finds us, you hit her with this pepper spray." Good Luck Bear nodded, his Irish blood comfortable with such deeds. "And Cheer Bear? I need you in the living room. If things go s****y, we need you to take her DVD player. That way it will look like a robbery, and no one will ever suspect it was the Care Bears."
"What! That's outrageous!" Cheer Bear protested.
"No it's not.
"That's not the part that's outrageous!" Cheer Bear shouted. "It's the committing a horrible crime part!"
"Cheer Bear! We must never turn our backs on a mission of Caring!" Tenderheart Bear growled. He had a strange look in his eyes, a long buried memory of a lost love suddenly resurfacing. "This is a good idea. She has to know how much we care about her. This is a very good idea."
The three of them ran down the alley, hearts racing.
"Where's the DVD player? Did you not understand that that was the sound of things going s****y?" Bucholz Bear gasped, his breathing labored.
"f**k you!" Cheer Bear squeaked. "Where's Good Luck Bear? Where is he?"
"She shot him!"
"The crazy f****r pulled a knife on her and she shot him!" Bucholz Bear yelled. The three of them ducked behind a dumpster and caught their breath.
"We have to go back and get him!" Tenderheart Beart said, panting.
"He's gone man! He's f*****g gone. Oh s**t man. Oh s**t." The three of them looked at each other, fear etched on their faces.