As we were on the road with Roadie driving Beary was sitting in the other couch while Henry was sitting in a chair.

"Hey Henry? Molly is Fred still in show business?" Beary asked me and Henry looked at each other.

"Well."

"Sorta child." I smiled a few minutes later we were in a building where Fred works at as we looked over the rails and see him playing his harmonica.

"Look there he is!" Beary smiled I grinned as I listen to Fred playing his harmonica he still got it.

"Stage dive, stage dive!" I heard him say my eyes winded as he forgot that there was no abundance to catch him as he jumped in the air and fell with a big thud making us all winced or flinched.

"Oh Fred." Henry groaned shaking his head as we walked down the stairs.

"Wish i can play some more." I heard Fred said groaning.

"I think we'll able to help with you that." I said Fred looked up and his eyes winded as he saw both me and Henry with Beary.

"Henry? Molly?" Fred asked.

"Get the band back together?" Fred asked taking his hat off.

"Your Fred Bedderhead THE Fred Bedderhead!" Beary said.

"Uh who is this guy?" Fred asked. "That's Beary." I said. "And he's right." Henry said. 

"But how are ya gonna get people ta come ta the show Hen? Mol?" Fred asked.

"Why don't you call Rip Holand Hen?" Beary asked. "Rip Holand, Rip Holand the guy who stole the band from me?" Henry asked angrily.

A few minutes later Henry went to ca Rip while he did that me and Fred get to catch up.

"So how you been Fred?" I asked. "Fine, just playing my harmonica." Fred chuckled.

"I've heard you still got it big guy." I smiled. "Thanks I maybe a little rusty but I still got it."

I smiled.

"He said he'll do it!" Henry said walking towards us with Beary following.

A few minutes later we were in the tour bus again as usual Roadie driving.

"You know Fred your the only one who wrote to us do you know where the other boys are?" Henry asked.

"Zen never gave up the honey hangs out at the bar in Nutville." Fred explained.

"Ooh that's a nice scrap book you got there Beary." Fred said I looked over and saw it he was right it was nice."

"Thanks, I've been working on it forever." Beary smiled. As he turned the page to fine a picture of a younger Fred with more hair that he had before.

"I like this one you used to have a lot of hair." Beary said. "Well uh I uh hey look at this one."

I giggled Henry rolled his eyes.

"Winning that talent show us our big break." Fred said making me shivered but smiled.

"What's an arm musician?" Beary asked. "Oh that's Benny Bogswaggle." I said.

"He was real talent." Fred said making me nod

"But was a bad loser." Henry said making me nod in agreement. I shivered as I remember he hit Zeb with a chair and was hitting on me while I was going out with Ted.

"He hit Zeb with a chair." Fred said "and was hitting on Molly when she and Ted we're going out."

It was a few hours later it was almost night time as we walked into a bar Henry walked up to a woman that had short brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, she was wearing a red long sleeve shirt with a brown open vest and jeans.

"Excuse me?" I asked the woman turned around "do you know if there's a Zeb Zoober here?"

"Zeb Zoober the guy who keeps sleeping on my floor, the guy who owns me $500 dollars?" The woman asked "and the guy who keeps calling me Cha Cha?"

"Set me up Cha Cha!" We heard the voice as the woman turned with a raised a eye brow and a scowl.

"Sounds like him." Henry said making me smiled as the boys walked away.

"Thanks." I said as I followed them.

As I saw Zeb using a machine to itch his back making him go up and down I giggled while Henry chuckled.

"Hey there Zeb." Henry said Zeb used his paws to lift up his hat and saw me, Henry, Fred and Beary.

"Fred, Molly, Henry?" Zeb asked surprised "is that you?"

A few minutes later we were sitting in a table talking to Zeb.

"So what you say Zeb give up the honey." Fred started. "And come with us?" I finished.

"Guys even if I wanted to I couldn't I own Cha Cha a lot of money." Zeb said. Beary walked away towards the woman making us confused.

"I'm hungry. You wanna split an order of Salmon fingers?" Fred asked making Henry groaned.

"Oh Fred."

"Or how about Twigs and berries?" Fred asked Henry sighed.

"Same old Fred." I asked smiling he rolled his eyes chuckling.

"What's that boy doin?" Zeb asked. "I don't know." Henry shook his head sighing.

As Beary walked up with a smile on his face and turned to Zeb.

"Your THE Zeb Zoober!" Beary said startling Zeb. "Well I uh." He turned to me "who is this guy?" He asked.

"Well that's Beary." I said Henry nodded.

"Ladies and Gentleman, can I have your attention here for one minute? Now, as most of you know, Zeb Zoober owes me a whole heap of money." The woman said making all of us agreed with her "Now, if he wins, he owes me nothing, but if he loses...I get to keep the Country Bear tour bus. This should be good." The woman smiled before walking off the stage.

Everyone looked at him and Henry stood up and said, "Son, that bus is our only means of transportation!"

"Not to mention, that's where I raised my kids." Roadie said making me confused at that.

"Plus, I don't think you've all seen the house band." Zeb said I could tell he was a little nervous I put my paw on his shoulder to calm him down.

The man who played a guitar started singing.

Man:
Hey, there, bear, I know you'd like a little honey
But your credit's no good, man: you're outta money
I heard you can play the fiddle with the best
Well, I'm here a-putting you to the test
I'm hereby challenging you to a duel
Between my guitar and your fiddle
You fuzzy fool!

The guitar guy was pretty good but nobody was good as Zeb with his fiddle.

Zeb:
For a local bartender, in the neighborhood
I'm a little rusty now, I'll admit
But I ain't afraid you, not one bit!
I hereby accept your challenge to a duel
Between your guitar and my fiddle
You crazy fool!

Both: I'm only in it for the honey
It makes my head feel kinda funny
Zeb:
Gimme that golden nectar
Straight from the bees
Bartender, won't you give me some of that, please!

Zeb started playing but he wasn't too good as he was ten years ago we all cover our ears but Beary was still cheering on.

"I better call a cab!" Fred said to me and Roadie.

Guitar guy:
Well, hey, there, Mr. Fuzzy, well, I guess that settles that
Leave your tour bus parked out front
And the keys under the mat

Zeb:
Well, hold on just a minute, hold that jive
Because I can feel this fiddle bout to come alive

As Zeb played his fiddle beautifully we were all cheering for Zeb as he won the bet he fell down dead faint.

After a few minutes after we got back on the bus we were playing I was humming the song, Zeb playing his fiddle and Fred playing his harmonica.

After we're done Fred said to Beary.

"I got this from my father." Fred chuckled.

"Zeb, hey Zeb." Henry said as Zeb turned around "I was wondering whatever happen to Tennessee?"

"Saw him a couple years ago. He's still the same heart-broke, mixed-up, psycho basket-case crybaby." Zeb said

"So what's he doing?" I asked.

"He's a marriage counselor."

"Huh?" Henry and I asked surprised.