Care Bears Galore

It's Care-a-Lot's grab bag! First one to guess all the names of all the fuzzy wuzzies present will receive a lifetime suply of chocolate icecream.

-Regal Heart: "Chocolate?"

-True Heart: "Chocolate? That's it?"

-Treat Heart: "Chocolate? Did you say 'CHOCOLATE'?"

That's right, Treat Heart! If you can guess the names of all the Care Bears in this picture, you'll receive an entire lifetime supply of chocolate icecream. I'm guessing it'll last -you- about a weekend.

*Bending over to pick up something just offscreen, before standing up to reveal a bag of sprinkles in one paw, and in the other, dangling by the scruff of his neck, Chance Heart Liger*

Would you prefer sprinkles, or nuts?

-Treat Heart: "Chocolate? CHOCOLATE? CHOCOLAAATE! CHOCOLAAATE!!!" *Violently shoving Bears and Cousins alike down to the ground as she quickly exits the scene, still screaming at the top of her lungs, though it continues to die down as she runs furthur and furthur away from the group*

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-Patient Heart: "Well what-"

-Treat Heart: *Suddenly reappearing in the background, knocking over water fountains and overturning park benches, tables, and swings with relative ease* "CHOCOLATE!! CHOCOLAAAATE!!!"

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-Patient Heart: "What brand is it?"

-Crispy: *Opening a large umbrella over herself and the insidious insect dictator* "Boot to the head."

*Scarcely had the young Liger opened his mouth to question this statement, when suddenly the entire Family was subjected to a swift and merciless onslaught of airborne, leather boots. Appearing to be flung this way and that by some unseen force, it was all True Heart could do to raise her voice over the screaming and bellow the sentence; "Every Bear for himself!" commanding the group to scatter*

-Mr. Antlion: *Evil chuckling* "Good. Good."

-Crispy: *By this time having moved herself (and the safety of the umbrella along with her) away from the tyrant, she dances giddily about in a pair of unmatching boots whilst twirling the umbrella above her head 'round amidst the ongoing torrent of footware* "Hey, lookit me Mr. Antlion, lookit me! ♪ Siiingin' in the rain, just siiingin' in the rain ♫"

-Mr. Antlion: *Panicked* "NO, YOU FOOL! BRING THAT BACK HERE BEFORE-"

*POW (RIGHT IN THE KISSER)*