(No, not Bare, you naughty people you - Bear!)

In Chapter Four of The Giant Gnat of Sinatra, a trio of writers languish in a cell in the Sultan's dungeons, charged with plagiarism, lese majeste, claim jumping, four-flushing, pogo-sticking, square dance calling and aggravated mopery with intent to gawk.

The worst charge is close harmony in the first degree. You have to agree - impalement's too good for them.

The bear's got his trolleys and his catgirls - oh, and his catgirls on trolleys. I think he's happy.

The Bear Motorman ©  marmelmm . Story by The Three Writers, who really should have known better.

Art by  rabbi-tom at MFM 2013.