Gary knew that his days on Diff'rent Strokes

Gary knew that his days on Diff'rent Strokes were numbered. Charlotte had told him long ago that

“Fame and riches are fleeting. Stupidity is eternal.” Gary wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he found Dana Plato's company much more relaxing. One day on the set

had given Little Coleman enough experience to realize that what might be right for some may not be right for all. Finally, he understood what Willis was talking about.

blood-stained sweater (the one with the cute snowman on it), and hopped onto his Vespa. "Last time I buy marshmallows on credit", he mumbled as he flicked his lighter and started

on his next pack of Marlboros. He merged into traffic and headed north on the I-35. Two minutes later, he saw sirens in his mirror. "I ain't got time for the fuzz," he growled.

Fuzzy Wuzzy pulled up beside him. "What're you growling about, Smokey?" The bear in question flicked a cigarette into Fuzzy's car, setting fire to the pleather interior. Fuzzy swe

sweated in his his fur suit. This forest fires demonstration was going horribly wrong. Smokey was now pulling out a joint, smoking nonchalantly.

Immediately DEA agents rushed on the scene and shut Smokey's whole show down. Smokey was detained and harshly interrogated, but he wasn't a snitch and wouldn't give up his source.

It wasn't over yet, but Smokey was just one spokesbear (smokesbear?) to countermand the oppressive anti-literature forces of Farenheit 451. That bear was again and still my hero.