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he’d grown up in and lived in all his life. “I doubt it,” he muttered. “Probably one of them big ol’ chain stores that sells everything a bear doesn’t need. Like Bearmart or Bears Roebuck. The kind that chases all the little mom-and-pop stores out of town.”
    â€œNot likely,” said Fred. “They don’t use Day-Glo paint to announce new Bearmarts. But I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
    â€œâ€™Fraid so,” said Gramps. “Hey, why don’t you cubs meet me at the Bearsonian after lunch? I can show you around the special exhibit.”
    Brother was tempted to say yes. Gramps may have been a slow walker, but he could be a real fast talker. And an interesting one, too. The Great Bear War was kind of a hobby of his. He knew everything there was to know about it. He could tell you about all the famous battles, and about the lives of the great generals, like Ulysses S. Bear and Grizzwall Jackson. He even knew the Gettysbear Address by heart.
    But then Brother remembered that this was the first day in quite a while that he and Fred had had a chance to spend time together—just the two of them. So he said, “Thanks, Gramps, maybe next time.”
    â€œOkay, you two,” said Gramps. “But remember: this week only …” And he ambled off down Grizzly Avenue in the direction of the Bearsonian.

Chapter 3
    Dullsville No More?
    Brother and Fred spent several days hiking, fishing, and playing catch before they decided it was high time to take another look at the mysterious building project on the corner of Bruin Street and Grizzly Avenue. Maybe construction had already begun. And maybe they could figure out what it was all about.
    As they approached the corner of Bruin and Grizzly, the cubs could see that things were progressing. Or, rather, they could hear that things were progressing. From behind the multi-colored fence came the sounds of high-powered digging equipment and cement mixers. Then they noticed a new sign on top of the fence. It read: AT LAST! EXCITEMENT COMES TO BEARTOWN! A FABULOUS ENTERTAINMENT CENTER GOING UP ON THIS SITE!

    Brother and Fred looked at each other in astonishment. “An entertainment center?” said Fred. “In Beartown? I must be dreaming. Pinch me.” Brother obliged. “Ouch! Hey, I’m not dreaming!”
    â€œCome on, let’s have a look,” said Brother.
    They raced across the street to peer through the cracks in the fence. They saw huge mechanical scoops and shovels lifting and hauling dirt from a vast hole in the ground. A fleet of cement mixers was lined up alongside, churning merrily away.
    â€œThey’re getting ready to lay the foundation,” said Fred.
    â€œWow! Whatever it is, it’s gonna be huge!”
    With their noses pressed against the fence, the cubs traded guesses about what the new entertainment center would be like. Maybe it would be an amusement park with cool rides and a funhouse. Or maybe a sports center with miniature golf and an arena for rollerblading. Or an enormous arcade, with every kind of pinball machine and electronic game ever invented. Or a multiplex cinema, with twenty screens and shops and cafés. Or a huge theme restaurant, all made up like a rain forest or a prince’s palace or a haunted mansion …

    The possibilities seemed endless. They couldn’t wait to find out which one it would turn out to be!
    Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long. Just until later that afternoon, in fact. When Brother got home from rollerblading with Fred, he found Papa relaxing in his easy chair in the living room. That afternoon’s Beartown Gazette lay folded neatly on his lap.
    â€œPapa,” said Brother, “have you seen anything in the paper about the new entertainment center that’s going up downtown?”
    â€œEntertainment center?” said Papa. “You mean that thing with the Day-Glo fence at Bruin and