Look as Dad bands up his boots to spare his kidd’s plush toy (humorously named Princess Pottymouth) from a real genuine bear. On the off chance that I were that bear, I would have lost my full, total poo on them.
The show is totally holding. All things considered, Dad. I don’t know why on God’s green Earth you chosen to confront a savage predator for a squishy toy, but at the same time I’m not a parent and don’t completely comprehend the profundity of a tyke’s fury. Possibly we should not insult wild creatures however.