Those F***in’ Teletubbies.


Whoopdee-doo, today is an anniversary of sorts for me. Let me tell you that relating this bit of news is no walk in the park for me, nor should it be for you, as it is not for me. And by my command, anything that is difficult for ME must therefore, in turn, be difficult for YOU.

That is just the way life goes for you. Good luck with it.

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Twelve years ago today I was approached by Anne Wood, creator of the show Teletubbies. She had an interesting idea of having four peculiar beings called “Teletubbies” and their furry little bear friend (me) as stars for a children’s show that would revolutionize the world. Being a Bear-of-the-World and always anxious to lend my brilliantly genius paw at revolutionizing anything, I enthusiastically accepted the proposal.

At first the reheasals went well. The Teletubbies were very kind to me, especially Tinky-Winky. I think Tinky-Winky wanted to do a little “Tinky-Winky” WITH me, so I made sure I was never alone with him. Laa-Laa was sweet, as was Po, and Dipsy and I got along swimmingly because he loved to get smashed and chase chicks on a nightly basis.

But then things started getting ugly.

Po, who was normally very generous with her scooter, started to deny me any rides. Dipsy would not let me wear his hat, claiming “health reasons,” but I knew he was just being cruel. Laa-Laa would put her orange ball away whenever I was close by. Tinky-Winky stopped making advances on me.

I felt ostracized.

I was utterly shocked when the first episode aired. The working title of “The Teletubbies and Sherman Bear” was changed, and my figure was digitally moved from the rest of the group. Here is a screen shot of what actually aired.

Look at that travesty. It is as if they did not even TRY. I was embarrassed, shamed, and insulted. After about three episodes, I was asked to leave. Although I was not surprised with this, I was hurt and confused. To this day I do not know what caused this turnaround.

My friends tell me it was because they were all jealous of my all-wise and all-knowingness.

My manager tells me it was because they felt threatened by my incredible talent, and that it was obvious I was stealing the show.

My agent tells me it was because I demanded 3.5 million per show.

I just can not figure it out.

Well, whatever the reason, I hate those f***ing Teletubbies. And you do NOT want to cross a little stuffed bear… especially an all-wise and all-knowing little stuffed bear.

But dammitall, they ARE cute.

Good day
– Sherman

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