The Care Bear thing reminded me of a Simpson's episode I saw recently, the one where Homer was attacked by a bear, and developed a phobia about anything to do with a bear. In one hallucination, it went something like this:
"Are you a Care Bear."
"I'm an Intensive Care Bear."
"Why does a bear need a crowbar?"
"I don't like to get my hands dirty."
One of the best Simpson's ever.
Speaking of bears . . . I wonder if they needed the .45-70 Marlins? (I think by now we all know who I mean by "they".)