Yogi's Big Adventure (standard:action, 2014 words)
Author: Andrew Dayton	Added: Mar 23 2005	Views/Reads: 4100/2620	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Yogi's nose for adventure almost gets him into more than he bargained for.

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amazement at the sight below.  This canyon, covering perhaps a football 
field in area was completely paved.  A lot of big trucks were parked 
and strangest of all were the people down there.  There must have been 
thirty or forty men moving silently about with either rifles slung over 
their backs or pistols on their belts.  A number of large doorways had 
been built into the hillside and were taller he guessed than if five 
Yogis stood atop each others heads. 

He backed up a few feet and tried to sort things out.  "Yogi my friend
old buddy old pal, this is some kind of pickle dilly of an adventure 
but I don't think I want to see much more of this".  So saying, he 
moved back up to the edge and began spying again. 

A muted klaxon startled him and a flashing red light signaled the
opening of one of the large doors off to his far left.  Four men came 
out pushing a cart that seemed very heavy and loaded with orange 
barrels.  Directly behind them came a man leading a blindfolded woman 
that was putting up a fight and cursing.  Yogi felt something strange 
come over him and heard himself growling.  Not his stomach this time, 
but from deep in his chest.  He stuffed his tie into his mouth and 
tried to listen to what was happening.  The voice of the woman reached 
him, echoing off the walls of the small man made canyon.  "Lousy 
bastards let me go!  I didn't see anything or hear anything.  I don't 
even know who you people are."  The man leading her laughed and then 
stopped walking.  Looking aound to make sure he was being watched he 
slapped her once across the face.  She rocked back, staggered and then 
spit directly onto his shirt.  Work had come to a stop as the other men 
laughed at him.  He turned angrily and yanked her rope.  "One more time 
and I will shoot you myself" he roared.   "You know everything.  We 
have your camera and we caught you listening in on our plans.  For that 
you will disappear forever". 

"So what?" she cried "Am I supposed to believe that you're really going
to blow up the Golden Gate Bridge?  No one would believe me anyhow."  
She was led out to a canvas covered truck and tied to the bumper.  Her 
captor walked away ignoring her pleas of innocence. 

Yogi thought about what he had heard.  Golden Gate was where Ranger
Smith had gone for his vacation.  That meant he was in danger.  Yogi 
knew little of guns and bombs and was supremely unqualified to deal 
with any kind of situation that smelled of danger.  He had to do 
something, but what?  He knew only one thing for sure he had to help 
the blindfolded lady.  "Hold on little missy, Yogi is coming to save 
the day" he whispered to himself.  He slid backward down the embankment 
and moved south along the rim until he came to a small gully.  Sliding 
on his stomach, around chaparral and rock piles, he managed to work 
himself very close to the truck that was his destination. "Psst, hey 
there pretty lady, I suppose you could use some help.  Yogi Bear is 
here to do what he can". She made no reply but her whimpering stopped.  
Yogi slid under the truck and reaching out, severed her bonds with a 
good swift tug of the claws. "I might be able to help you out of this, 
come with Yogi and I'll show you the way out."  He said. She whispered 
back, "I can't.  If they get out with the bombs I'll never stop them 
before they blow the bridge." Yogi thought for a moment.  "Ummm, tell 
me lady, would their bombs be in pretty orange barrels or something 
like that?" "Yes" she said excitedly, "Oh please help me stop them!"  
She slipped her blindfold off and dropped under the truck.  As she came 
face to face with Yogi she froze. "Yogi to the rescue ma'am.  Heh, heh, 
heh" he said, using his winningest smile. "You....you're a bear?" she 
stammered. "And no ordinary bear ma'am.  But just tell me how I can be 
of service." She recovered her poise and looked thoughtful.  "Can you 
drive a .....um, never mind, can you ride in the truck with me while I 
drive?" "I would be delightedly delighted to." Yogi beamed. "OK" she 
said doubtfully, "Here's the plan." Five minutes later they were ready 
to go.  The lady, Lisa she was called, slid behind the wheel and Yogi 
took up station behind the mounted.50 caliber machine gun in the back 
of the truck. "You sure this will make lots of noise and bang bangs, 
lady, I mean Lisa?" he stage whispered. "You bet your furry hide, point 
and shoot and remember, get them barrels!"  So saying she started the 
engine and threw the truck into gear.  As the truck lurched forward 
Yogi yanked on the trigger.   A ripping bellow of flame tore through an 
adjacent truck to Yogi's astounded glee.  He released the trigger and 
swiveled the gun toward a knot of men racing toward them.  They skidded 
to a stop whether from fear or from the grinning furry visage that 
greeted them Yogi didn't know.  He was glad though, he wasn't capable 
of hurting humans but from what he saw of the destructive force of the 
gun he was suddenly aware he might.  If he wasn't careful that is. 

He looked over at the orange barrels that were quickly receding into the
distance as Lisa put the gas to 'er and sped for the exit. "One 
gigantilicious barbecue coming up" Yogi thought.  He squeezed the 
trigger again and walked a line of tracers into the barrels.  The blast 
rocked the truck and blew Yogi's hat off.  When he regained his 
equilibrium he could see that the walls of the canyon were dissolving 
and falling inward to cover the trucks and doors.  The men with the 
guns were scrambling about and making their way out through the gully. 

Half an hour later Lisa pulled over and Yogi walked up to her door.  Her
smile shone at him in the window.  "Thanks Yogi, you're one amazing 
bear." "Just your average bear ma'am, but if I do say so myself it's 
not every bear that has a nose like mine for adventure." She stared to 
speak but Yogi, suddenly alert, interrupted.  "Is that a lunch box I 
see there next to you?" She looked around and picked it up.  "You mean 
this?" "That's the one.  If you don't mind I'll just take that.  It's 
past my dinner time and I'm hungrier than the average bear." She handed 
it over and with a wave drove off.  Yogi opened the lunchbox and stared 
eating a sandwich.  "I think I'll sleep right here.  Tomorrow I'll go 
back to the campground.  I don't mind explosions and fast getaways but 
this sandwich is not as good as the average pickinicker has.". 


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