There we were, with freshly brushed teeth and wearing our smart jim jams, when a strange sound came from outside - it was an ice cream van driving up the road in the dark, playing his plinkety-plonkety music and patiently waiting for people to queue up in their night-attire to purchase ice creams!
Sorry Mr Whippy, but we bears want to eat ice cream in the daylight, when it is warm, not in the middle of the night when the temperature has fallen close to freezing and it is too dark to see what crap you have put in our cones! COME IN THE DAYLIGHT, YOU MUPPET!
Note: some people actually went out to get ice creams, but it was too dark to see if anyone was wearing a nightie or pair of jim jams!
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