Ninja Bear

At the Snark residence, a visit from Grandma & Grandpa Snark warrants eating in the formal dining room. Often, dinnertime entertainment is provided courtesy of the Snark children. Typically, they choose the living room, adjacent to the dining room, as their stage.

Holding a plastic scimitar concealed behind her back, Miss Bear stalks her older brother. Of course, Ninja Bear is unaware that the end of the weapon sticks out over the top of her head, so her hostile intentions are transparent.

"Hee-ya!" Miss Bear shouts, swinging the sword high and wide.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Holding his hands in a defensive posture, the brother stumbles backward while enduring a whirlwind of sword strikes.

"Miss Bear is going to get thrown out of school," Grandpa Snark says, observing the epic battle. "Did you hear about the boy who got suspended for biting his sandwich into a triangle and pretending it was a gun?"

"Help! I'm being attacked!" The boy runs through the living room, stumbling backward over the couch. 

"Hee-ya!" Miss Bear screeches, unrelenting.

"No, but I heard about the Kindergartener who got suspended for saving the playground from an imaginary bomb," Mrs. Snark says, sipping her wine.

"I've been destroyed!" The boy falls to the floor where he curls into a fetal position.

"Hee-ya!" Miss Bear strikes her downed opponent again for good measure.

"Ooohhh…" The boy rolls over, knees tucked against his chest, hands crossed protectively over his head. 

Miss Bear promptly jumps onto the boy's back. She whacks him with the sword again. "Horsie!"

"No, Miss Bear!" Mrs. Snark exclaims. "We don't hit animals!"