This Idea Got Green Lit!?! Part 2

I stare back at them, looking for the approval to begin. I feel like a kid who just broke something waiting to catch hell. I shift in my seat. Michael looks back at me and asks plainly, with no expectation of greatness, "So what do you have for us today?"

"Well", I say nervously, shuffling through my folders like a hobo digging through a trash can outside of a Chinese restaurant looking for my note pad, glancing back and forth between the briefcase and the three, "I think I stumbled onto something last night that can really work."

I didn't believe it could really work. I had about as much faith in this idea as I had in time travel or the Cubs winning the World Series.

The older man to the right of Michael clears his throat but says nothing. He just stares right through me like he knows this will be a horrible idea. Like he knows he just wasted 15 minutes of his busy day to listen to my nonsense. My stomach sinks further down, taking all the blood from my face as it goes. I take out my note pad and close my brief case. This is it. I am done for.

"Ok, so there is this family of bears", I start with as much excitement as I can muster. I needed to sell this idea but even I thought it was garbage.

"Bears?", replies Michael with a tone that would crumble Tony Robbins' confidence.

I shift in my seat and swallow down what feels like a ping pong ball covered in peanut butter. Not a good start but it is too late to turn back now.

"Well I have this idea for these Bears, like ten of them, and they all represent feelings and emotions. Like caring and grumpy, love, or the feeling you get on your birthday or from great friends."

I now know I'm finished. I almost feel like I should just stand up and walk out right now. Just stand up, grab everything I own, shake their hands and walk out the door. I continue to spit out the idea like a kid telling his parents that he just brought home a F on his report card, like nothing I can say will ever make up for what I have just done.

"And what do these Bears do?", Michael asks.

"Well, they are like guardian angels trying to help those who need it."

"So, they have wings and are sent on missions by God?" Michael says with skepticism.

"We are not in the business of doing religious television son", says the older man.

I have to think quickly. "Well they are not from heaven or sent by God."

"Where are they from then?"

And without warning, even when my sensibilities are trying to hold me back from saying it like Mr. T not wanting to get on a plane, I say it. "They live in Care-a-Lot and go out to help those in need, on Caring Missions, to help those in trouble, usually kids. They would travel down to earth in cloud cars or slide down the rainbow."

I said it. Then I almost threw up. I just stared in their faces waiting for them to just start laughing or grumbling. I just stared at them like they were the bullies who held the last smartie and I was the fat kid. I wanted them to give me the smartie. My eyes begged for that smartie.

I couldn't take the silence and I just kept going. "And they have Star and Heart buddies that are like the caring thermometer and tell the Care Bears when there is trouble and they sit around a table shaped like a heart and..."

"Hold on."

I was interrupted by Michael who had an inquisitive look in his eyes like he was playing 20 Questions and was one question away from guessing the answer, "How do these so-called-bears fight evil. Like with guns, knifes, maybe Ninja like silent assassin skills?"

"Well," I replied. I thought this answer was going to destroy this whole idea and after I was so close. "Well, first they try and talk it out, but if things look really bad then they all line-up and countdown to the Care Bear Stare."

"They stare? Like an old person would scowl at overpriced milk?"

"No. They would all line up and shoot rainbows out of their chests and it would chase the bad things away."

I finished that last sentence and realized that I just said the most ridiculous thing I have ever said in my life. I sat there and they all looked back at me and smiled.

What the hell just happened? I can't believe they like this!

--The End--

That is how I envisioned the birth of the Care Bears. It had to be the most ridiculous meeting ever. You could imagine the same thing with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Teddy Ruxpin, or Full House. It is just crazy how it all happens. What with they think of next...oh..what's that...Snakes on a Plane...yeah right...what...it was already made...wow...somebody lost a job.

And now for something to pull it all together...