Someone - probably Arthur - had introduced Aida to the ‘Teddy-Bears’ Picnic’ song, and ever since, Martin and Theresa’s lives had been soundtracked almost constantly by their daughter singing the chorus, over and over again. Nobody was saying it wasn’t adorable - but by the seven thousandth rendition, it was getting a little tired, to say the least.
Matters were only compounded by Douglas recommending, in the young princess’s earshot, a little wood on the outskirts of Fitton - visible from Douglas’s house - and perfect, he claimed, for teddy-bears’ picnics.
“I hear they like Saturdays best,” he said, casually. “That’s if you’re interested in that sort of thing.”
Aida was definitely interested, and so off they went, that Saturday, all four of them: Martin carrying the picnic basket, Theresa carrying the baby, and Aida carrying Toby, the large stuffed bear Arthur had given her when she was tiny. He was still so large in comparison to his five-year-old owner that she had trouble seeing in front of her as she walked, but refused any and all offers of help.
They had a pleasant walk through the woods, with baby Carlos cooing happily and Aida chatting amiably to Toby (addressing him by his full name, Toblerone, when the discussion became more serious). Then, they came to the clearing Douglas had mentioned, and found, to Martin and Theresa’s surprise and Aida’s unbounded delight, a group of bears, all shapes and sizes, gathered around a rather enormous picnic blanket. Each bear had a little plate in front of its paws, and the hamper in the centre was overflowing with food.
“Wow!” exclaimed Aida, running over. “Uncle Douglas was right! It’s really real!”
Martin and Theresa looked suspiciously around, but saw nobody… until there was a ruffle in the bushes opposite, and Arthur emerged, followed by Douglas, both grinning madly.
“Fancy seeing you here,” said Douglas grandly.
“I can’t believe…” Martin said, still gazing around. “Thank you, Douglas, this is really… lovely.”
“Well,” said Douglas, shrugging, as the others took their places between bears, around the edge of the blanket. “Since you have the indecency to move back to Liechtenstein tomorrow, I thought it was only fair that we make you feel very, very guilty about it, by being extra nice.”
Martin hummed. It was going to be difficult, moving back after a blissful three months on his old soil - but that was how it had to be. They had always known it would be temporary - Theresa still had responsibilities, and he had his job. Aida needed to start school. There was no getting around it. “She’ll remember this forever, you know,” he said, watching Aida pour an imaginary cup of tea for Toby, who was now perched between two bears Martin vaguely recognised from Arthur’s bedroom.
She seemed to sense him watching her, and looked up. She patted the piece of blanket next to her. “Come and sit down, Daddy. We need to sing the song before we start.”
And thus, the umpteenth chorus was sung: for every bear that ever there was…
He couldn’t imagine how he’d ever thought the words were tired.
What if, when Benny said what happens in purgatory stays in purgatory Dean instead doubled over laughing. Because he wasn’t thinking about all the sex he and Benny had had, he never talked about it, but if asked he would have admitted it freely. Just no one ever asked.
Instead he thinks of the stuff he wouldn’t want anyone to know. Like the time he tripped over a headless corpse and fell so that he was kissing the detached head. Or the time Benny didn’t whistle in the hall of the mountain king, but teddy bear picnic - getting it stuck in Deans head for a month. Or the time Dean, Cas, Benny were just so burned out Dean suggested they play hide and seek and Cas said, what the hell do you think I was doing all those months? Or Dean doing this amazing John Woo style kill - only because he fell down a hill. Benny’s pants falling off right when he’s trying to lecture Cas about being bettet at paying attention to their environment. Cas getting his weapon stuck in a tree. Dean losing I Spy - constantly.
What if what needs to stay in purgatory wasn’t how pure it was, but rather how absurdly fun it could sometimes be?
This is when Mona proposed the Dollhouse idea to A.
It’s so funny how quickly Mona was able to redeem herself to the girls and to the audience. Remember in Season 3: Ep. 13 ‘This Is A Dark Ride.’ The show starts off with Mona in Radley. She is painting a mask for Halloween and she is singing ‘Teddy Bear’s Picnic.’ Here are some lyrics I found online:
“If you go down to the woods today You’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the woods today You’d better go in disguise!
For every bear that ever there was Will gather there for certain, Because today’s the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic.
Picnic time for Teddy Bears The little Teddy Bears are having A lovely time today. Watch them, catch them unawares, And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily gad about. They love to play and shout, They never have any care; At six o'clock their Mommies and Daddies Will take them home to bed, Because they’re tired little Teddy Bears
Every Teddy Bear who’s been good Is sure of a treat today. There’s lots of marvelous things to eat And wonderful games to play.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees They’ll hide and seek as long as they please ‘Cause that’s the way the Teddy Bears have their picnic…”
She stops singing and it is revealed that she is talking to someone in a black hoodie (possibly A, or “Charles” lol), and starts to talk about Halloween. She says, “…But I love Halloween. All the dressing up, being other people, tricks and treats, treats that turn into tricks…”
Remember at the end of the Season 5 finale when the camera zooms out. The girls realize they are trapped in electric fencing and we see them surrounded deep in the middle of the woods.
I am SO CONVINCED that Mona came up with the Dollhouse when she was in Radley and this is how she revealed her plan to A.
I think the liars are the Teddy Bears. And Mona is telling A about the day they will have their “picnic”. Telling A they need to be in disguise if they want to be apart of it. She’s describing the games and how “fun” it will be. And assures A that no one will find out where they are because they will be hidden deep in the woods. I don’t know what six o’clock has to do with it, but I’m assuming it has something to do with the extremely tight schedule A has the girls on every day. Maybe it means in 6 months?
When the liars find Mona dressed up as Ali, the audience is under the impression that this is A’s way of torturing Mona. But how could it torture Mona for her to do the very thing she loves to do? She loves to dress up and be other people. Sure we could say she hated Ali, but if she hated Ali so much why would she spend so much time molding Hanna to be just like her?
It is possible that A or “Charles” or whoever, wants to play with the girls like dolls and Mona is the brain behind A. We all know A couldn’t do these things alone, and maybe A never even had to come up with a single plan.
I hope I’m wrong and Mona is really on the Liar’s side, but I can’t forget all the work and effort she put in to make their lives a living hell lol
SIDE NOTE/ SIDE THOUGHT: Remember at the end of the episode when Mona is back in her bed at Radley and the camera moves down and you see the mask of Ali underneath her bed? There is then a flashback of a hand coming out of the dirt of the octagon garden thing. THAT HAD TO HAVE BEEN MONA’S FLASHBACK. Because even though it was a mask of Ali it was MONA’s mask, she was wearing it all Halloween night on the train. I’m thinking Mona was wearing an Ali mask the night that she disappeared. And she had to have been there. And whoever was buried in that flashback wasn’t Ali. I mean, why else would a flashback come from a mask lol
If you visit Nome, Alaska, this summer, head out Kougarok Road and find solitude at the BLM Salmon Lake Campground. This tucked-away little gem, located at mile 40, is popular with locals and visitors alike.
The primitive campground features six campsites, fire rings, picnic tables, bear-proof trash bins, a natural boat launch and a new outhouse built in 2015. What you WON’T find: lines of RVs, dump stations or fees. The campground opens in late June and remains open until October, depending on snow and road conditions. While in the area, look for the historic Wild Goose Pipeline, a wooden structure built to carry water for sluicing from Grand Central River to nearby claims during the gold rush.
Salmon Lake is spawning grounds for the northernmost run of sockeye salmon in the U.S. The lake also contains Arctic grayling, Dolly Varden, least cisco, round whitefish and burbot, so bring a fly rod. Birders, bring your binocs. Bluethroat, red-necked grebe, red-throated loon, long-tailed duck, red-breasted merganser, mew gull and glaucous gull may be spotted here.
A solid #mypubliclandsroadtrip camping pick for solitude, endless views and amazing wildlife!
All was quiet now, and that was just how you liked it. Days spent working for the Avengers as live-in nurse/cook/impromptu therapist tended to be long, hectic and heavily laced with a WTF factor. It was only to be expected, of course, because they were the lovably neurotic superheroes they were. And you loved your job, truly. But you still treasured those few silent hours after everyone sane had gone to bed (Tony was usually in the downstairs lab, but you couldn’t here him from here.) Your bedroom was filled with the soft golden light of the bedside lamp, and you sat propped up in bed, re-reading a very worn copy of your favorite book. The only sounds were the humming of the Tower’s technology and the faint traffic far below. A night breeze idly blew the curtains in from the open window. You felt the day’s tensions start to ease away from your shoulders as your breathing came more evenly. The door was cracked open a litte (technically you were still on duty) but you didn’t think anything would happen tonight. Thump. A sound from the room adjacent to yours. Bucky. You pursed your lips, hand hovering ready to dog-ear your page. Did he need help? “No!” The single word, heard through the wall, conveyed immense terror and pain. “No no no please no…” Something in your heart twisted painfully. Ever since Steve’s long-lost friend became an Avenger, you’d had a feeling about him - he might be scary, might have done terrible things as the Winter Soldier, but he was also a good man, worth saving a hundred times over. Broken, maybe, but you’d always loved the people who needed the most help. Bucky had been doing much better lately - watching movies with the team, learning about the modern world (he was a surprisingly quick study) and - tentatively - smiling, laughing even. He was easy to talk to, once you got over your initial shyness. But at night, all bets were off. He couldn’t defend himself against the memories there, and you’d heard him crying out in the night. Usually Steve was the one who comforted him, calmed him down, reminded him he was safe. But Steve wasn’t here. He’d gone on an overnight mission with Nat and Clint, and had asked you to keep an eye on Bucky while he was gone. Hence, the open door. A sharp cry from the next room startled you; you rose from the bed, heart hammering. Would he recognize you if you went in there? Try to hurt you? Ugh, why were you such a coward? He needed your help! “Please don’t make me, please no…” Bucky’s hoarse voice trailed off. You snapped the book shut and slipped on your shoes. That did it. Hastily tying your hair back, you hurried into the hall and refused to hesitate when you turned the handle on the next door. The room was dark, lit only by faint flickers of city light from the window. Everything was neat and in order - the desk and chair, clothes hamper, even the pictures on the wall. Against the far corner, the bed was a different story altogether. The pillows were strewn about, sheets twisted and the duvet was mostly on the floor. Bucky slept uneasily, the sheets twisted around him. He was shirtless (but now was so not the time to be admiring how gorgeous his pecs were) and his metal arm was raised above his head as if in defense. He’d cut his hair short again, and kept his face clean-shaven - said it helped him remember. But his handsome face was screwed up with such terrible pain that every endless year as the Soldier could be seen etched there. You swallowed, throat stinging. Tears pricked your eyes. Poor baby. He mumbled something under his breath, inaudible but just as desperate, just as hopeless. “NO!” He shot up in bed, eyes wild, breath ragged. His gaze flicked rapidly around the room, then settled on you. He scrambled back against the wall, curling in on himself. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please don’t make me.” “Bucky,” you whispered. “It’s okay, it’s me. You don’t have to do anything. You’re safe now.” You took a step closer, lifting a hand in comfort. His face flashed animal rage, and the sound he made was more a growl than anything else. Tears spilled from your eyes and your voice shook as you began to sing. “If you go out in the woods today, you better go in disguise.” Despite the shaking, your voice was sweet and soothing. Bucky froze. You continued with the next line that Steve had told you they’d both heard as little kids. “If you go out in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise.” Bucky swallowed hard, jaw working. His eyes were still wide and wary, but his stance had lost a tiny bit of its tension. You reached out a hand, still singing, and slowly, slowly settled it on his sweat-sheened shoulder. His chest heaved, but he didn’t shake you off. The lullaby he’d heard as a baby seemed to calm him down, though his breath still shuddered. Moving at a snail’s pace, you settled on the bed beside him and kept up the song. You didn’t break eye contact, watching him and knowing he could easily kill you. “Today’s the day, the teddy bears have their picnic.” The last note trailed into silence, and still you watched each other. Slowly, so slowly, awareness came back into his eyes. Then he shuddered and gave a hoarse kind of sob, and crushed you to his chest. He buried his face against your shoulder and held you there like a lifeline. His bare skin was clammy with cold sweat and he shivered, gooseflesh rising where your hands brushed. You laid your head against his shoulder and stroked his hair with feather-light fingers. “Shhhh. It’s okay, baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you. I’m here. Shhh.” “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “Damn, Y/N, I could’ve killed you and I"m sorry and I didn’t mean to hurt anyone -” “Shhhh.” You cut him off as his speech became more frantic. You shifted and sat back to look at his face, so strong and yet so vulnerable. “Like I said, it’s okay. You needed help and that’s good enough for me.” He let out a long, drawn-out sigh. The barest trace of a smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “Some people might call that stupidly reckless.” “Some people might be right,” you countered, “but they’re usually assholes, so that doesn’t count.” The smile got just a little bigger, and you couldn’t help smiling in response. “Do you want me to stay?” you asked before you could talk yourself out of it. A flicker of unease crossed his face; he glanced down at his metal arm self-consciously. “Are you sure you aren’t -” “Nope.” You cut him off again. “Not at all. Shove over.” He shook his head in disbelief, but made room for you in the bed. You grabbed a pillow from the bedside table and pulled the blanket up off the floor, then snuggled against him. “I may be tiny, but I’m great at keeping nightmares away.” Bucky gave a disbelieving laugh, looking down at you. Then he shrugged and settled down to sleep again. ************* When Steve walked in the next morning to check on Bucky, he found the two of you still sleeping peacefully, snuggled up to each other in the most innocent of ways. With one arm around you as he slept, Bucky’s sleeping face was peaceful, relaxed. He was smiling.