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Post by 625 on Sept 29, 2018 22:04:42 GMT
Boo Boo dried himself off with a borrowed towel, he'd been raised with a more civilized approach after all. He left the towel on the branch where he'd found it and raced after Yogi. "Did you see it, Yogi?" he asked. He hadn't. He found Yogi at their closet, pulling out scuba gear, a net, and a harpoon gun. Whereas Boo Boo was glad to be safe and on dry land again, Yogi was clearly thinking with his stomach, though to be honest, so was he. Several minutes later, he was back at the shallow end, decked out in scuba gear. "Yes! I'll stay up here, safe and sound, and wait for you to resurface." Thankfully, Yogi wasn't cruel enough to suggest he should be the bait. Boo Boo hoped he would resurface. He really didn't want to deal with whatever was down there.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Sept 30, 2018 3:35:32 GMT
“Now you wait here ‘til the coast is clear!” With that, Yogi submerged, looking for some food. After spending a few minutes underwater, a friendly-sized figure appeared from the water, removing his mouthpiece. “He’s not here,” he said, “but I see a passage that we may both like! Come on!” He submerged again, waiting on his friend.
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Post by 625 on Oct 5, 2018 17:34:50 GMT
It was only for a few minutes. Boo Boo was worried the creature had eaten Yogi. He sighed with relief when the other bear reemerged from under the lake. He hadn't found the creature but he had found an underwater passage. Though they'd have to make other plans for dinner, at least they wouldn't have to deal with it eating them. Curiosity overwhelmed anxiety that he might encounter the behemoth again. Boo Boo slipped his mouthpiece in, entered the water, and followed Yogi.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Oct 6, 2018 14:02:24 GMT
Yogi had the foresight to carry a waterproof lantern with him so they could see where they were going. He opened it up and swam into a crudely-formed tunnel. Inside he went, making certain Boo Boo was right at his side. Just because he felt like it, he gently stroked Boo Boo’s ear as he swam—partly out of friendship; partly out of reassurance.
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Post by 625 on Oct 15, 2018 9:09:48 GMT
Boo Boo couldn't contain his enthusiasm as he followed Yogi into a crude looking tunnel. Yogi had brought a waterproof lantern down with him, so lighting wasn't a problem. As they swam further and further in, Yogi stroked his ear. It was one of his typical gestures of friendly affection. "Have you already explored this tunnel, or are we going to see what's at the end together?" Boo Boo asked.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Oct 21, 2018 22:27:19 GMT
"You got me what's at the end," Yogi said. Something to at least make the trip worthwhile. The fishermen wasting their lives after that big catch will never have truly lived. It could be treasure…or absolutely nothing but a trap at the end. That fish could simply love to dig tunnels. Indeed, the path had begun to narrow even more slightly as they got further. Fortunately, they had reached the end. It felt more comfortable; there was much more room for them to work. They could even swim up to a surface, but what kind of surface was it? And what awaited? "Shine some light on this mystery, Boo!"
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Post by 625 on Oct 23, 2018 3:09:35 GMT
Boo Boo would've swum ahead of Yogi if the passage hadn't narrowed. He really wanted to see what was at the end. He hoped it was treasure. He and Yogi could pay for a thousand meals with it. He zipped through the tunnel's exit into a larger space, then began climbed to the surface. "Ok Yogi" he said, taking the water lantern and slicing through the darkness with its light.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Oct 29, 2018 14:02:32 GMT
Well, it wasn’t treasure—not in the traditional sense of the word. It was a pile of knick-knacks, anywhere from a few obviously empty picnic baskets to even a pair of musty jeans, stockpiled throughout a few months. Yogi crawled out of the water and waddled over to the pile, rummaging through for anything at least worthwhile. He was able to pick out Boo Boo’s lost rod from atop the pile. “Well, at least we’ll have broken even today,” he smirked, setting it down next to his companion. He found a wetsuit, too, and in just his colors—if only it wasn’t two sizes too small for him. Pity; he didn’t want to keep getting his clothes wet. “Find anything good yet?”
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Post by 625 on Oct 31, 2018 2:21:40 GMT
When he burst out of the water and took in a grateful breath of air, Boo Boo found a dry land at the water's edge, and while Yogi searched through another pile, he started sifting through one closer to him. Nothing interesting. Except...He turned to see Yogi with his lost rod and a wetsuit that he bemoaned as too small for him. He could probably fit in it, but he actually preferred to feel the water on his fur. "Nothing except this green metal chest. But it has a lock on it."
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Nov 7, 2018 14:45:49 GMT
It wasn’t hard to open, of course. All they had to do was find the key that came with it, and everything would be super. That, or throw a heavy rock downward at the lock, which Yogi managed to do without skipping a beat. “Did that help?” Yogi said, winking, as he went back to looking over the pile. It was like one big rummage sale to him, only with nobody else looking.
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Post by 625 on Nov 9, 2018 4:05:36 GMT
Boo Boo was searching for the key when he heard stone crashing against metal. He turned to see that Yogi had thrown a rock at the lock. He examined it. "No..." He replied. Boo Boo was getting more eager to know its contents every minute that lock was still affixed to the latch. The key had to be somewhere around here right? He eagerly delved into the nearest pile, tossing the contents here and there in his frantic search for the key.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Nov 18, 2018 23:10:47 GMT
Yogi was hit by several of the items. "YEOOOOWWCH!" He looked up and saw Boo Boo trying to find that key. It could've been anywhere, though, and Yogi really didn't want to wait that long. Thinking that the former owner of the box still had the key, and that there was no way something that small would've wound up in a junkpile, he tried the rock again. Several times. This time, the lock was forced open. "Saved you a few minutes," Yogi smiled, winking.
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Post by 625 on Nov 22, 2018 16:56:32 GMT
There was still a chance, he hoped, that the key could be found in one of the piles. But it became clear that was not the case. Still, Yogi's attention had returned to the box and he'd managed to open it with another rock. Boo Boo eagerly rushed over and examined the contents. A pile of papers. His enthusiasm sank. Boo Boo picked up several of the papers and looked them over. There were newspaper articles, pages talking about the history of Jellystone Park, and a deed to a now abandoned home situated near the lake. "Woah..." He whispered. It wasn't treasure but it was still interesting.
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Post by Joey Gatorman on Nov 26, 2018 12:41:58 GMT
Looking over the papers, Yogi wondered how documents like those wound up in the hands—or fins—of a packrat, that is to say, packfish; an even better question was, why were the documents near the lake to begin with? He was happy to have come across the discovery, but it didn’t help the fact that he was still hungry and aching for fish. “I hate to shorten this special occasion, but we’ve drifted pretty far from our mission, so to speak!” He got ready to go back underwater. “Though, ya know, we could take the chest back with us!” It was only fair, after all: he was taking a rod and a better pair of fins back with him.
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Post by 625 on Nov 27, 2018 21:34:14 GMT
the papers had also caught Yogi's interest, and he too, was now perusing them. It was apparent that the oversized fish had brought everything here, and as it couldn't go on land, the chest had to have ended up in the lake, or near it for the fish to get its fins on it. Boo Boo believed the owner may have deliberately dropped the chest underwater, or had it with them when their boat sank. His hunger was almost completely forgotten, Boo Boo's curiosity was a greater hunger. Yogi wanted to leave before the fish returned, and thankfully, was willing to take the chest along. Boo Boo deposited the papers back into the box, closed it and affixed the latch. "Hey Yogi, can you take one end." He said, as he slipped his mask back on. He grabbed a metal handle at one end of the chest and prepared to dive back underwater.
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