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eager cubs about his day. Apparently, he had had another run-in with the Air Pirates who were after his cargos again.
“…And then, I pulled back on the stick and went into a steep climb. Up and up I went.” Baloo was saying. “Until I heard their engines splutter and then— SPLASH, they fell right into the water! Ha, ha, ha! And then I eased out of the climb and flew home without any more problems.”
“Wow, Uncle Baloo…” Jeffery murmured, gazing up at Baloo in awe.
“How come the pirates’ engines died?” Chris asked, frowning in puzzlement.
“The CT-thirty-sevens are not meant for steep climbs,” Kit said at once. “if you climb high enough, they won’t be able to follow. And they don’t call Papa Bear the best pilot in the world for nothing.” He added happily.
“Mmm-mmm, that was good, Mill—uh, Melissa.” Baloo said, “But do ya got any more?” And without waiting for an answer, he went over the refrigerator and opened it. “Oh boy, pizza!”
“Baloo, no!” Melissa cried, but too late, Baloo had crammed the whole slice into his mouth. “Oh, how rude! I just treated you to dinner and you repay me by eating my pizza?!”
“Hey, relax, lady.” Baloo said, waving a hand. “You can make some more.”
“Why, you—!” Melissa looked ready to strangle Baloo, but Jeffery intervened, stepping in between his Mom and his Uncle ‘get-in-trouble-a lot’ Baloo.
“Mom, calm down.” Jeffery said, holding his Mom back. “I’ll make you some more tomorrow, I promise, as long as you don’t kill Uncle Baloo.”
Melissa sighed in defeat; she knew she could never come between Jeffery and his favorite uncle, so Baloo was spared from her wrath…for now.
“Alright, Jeffery dear,” she smiled. “Now, why don’t you boys clean up while Baloo and I have a talk—I’m not going to hurt him.” She added as Jeffery gave her a sharp look. “We’re just going to talk, that’s all.”
As the three cubs started clearing the table, Melissa pulled Baloo into her office and closed the door.
“What’s up?” Baloo asked, pulling his arm out of Melissa’s grip.
“Well, I gave Chris a physical examination today.” Melissa said. “He’s fairly healthy, except….haven’t you noticed how light he is compared to Kit and Jeffery?”
“Well yeah, it’s one of the first things I’ve noticed about him.” Baloo said frowning. “Did ya weigh him?”
“Yes, he weighs forty-five pounds.”
“WHAT?!” Baloo yelled, outraged.
“Keep your voice down!” Melissa hissed. “And I’m afraid it only gets worse, he’s obviously been malnourished, living off Thembrian gruel his whole life.”
Baloo was now furious beyond belief, anger exploding inside him. He whirled around and slammed his fist against the wall, creating a dent in it.
“BALOO!” Melissa shrieked, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the place where she kept her first aid kit. “Don’t do that, you’ll break your knuckles.”
“I’m fine,” Baloo insisted, trying to pull his hand away, but Melissa was stronger than she appears and wouldn’t budge.
“You are not fine, now come over here.” Melissa said firmly, and she begun wrapping Baloo’s hand in a bandage.
“How could they do that to him?” Baloo asked miserably. “That Simba guy seemed alright to me, he was nice and all, he doesn’t seem the type ta let those kids live on daily gruel.”
“I don’t know, Baloo.” Melissa said sadly. “But Chris needs to gain at least twenty-five pounds and be on a life-long ban from gruel of any kind. How does that feel?” she asked as she finished bandaging his hand.
“Fine…” Baloo grunted, holding up his bandaged hand and looking at it. “So, looks like I really gotta beef Chris up a bit, huh?”
“Yes, but just don’t overfeed him or make him eat when he says he’s full, it could make him sick.” Melissa advised him. “His stomach is small because of malnutrition and he won’t be able to eat as much as Kit and Jeffery can, he only ate half the lasagna that was on his plate, Kit had to finish it for him. Well, lasagna is very filling anyway, so I should be glad he ate as much as he did.”
“Yeah… Okay, I won’t overfeed him.” Baloo promised.
“Good and you’ll have to take him to the doctor tomorrow morning,” Melissa said, handing him a card. “I’ve already made him an appointment with Jeffery’s doctor. He’s a very good children’s doctor.”
“‘Dr. Bagheera’,” Baloo read from the card. “But didn’t you already check him out?”
“I’m only a nurse, Baloo.” Melissa said. “I’m not qualified to give Chris prescriptions for medicine he might need or injections, he’ll have to see a doctor for those.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right,” said Baloo, already forgetting that doctors and nurses were in totally different fields. “Something tells me Chris’ not going to take injections very well... ‘Dr. Bagheera,’ wait a minute! Isn’t that Baggie, one o’ my old school friends?”
“Well, as I didn’t go to the same school as you did, I wouldn’t know,” Melissa said. “You’ll just have to find out tomorrow.”
The next morning, Baloo and Chris were walking through the town, hand and hand, with Chris gazing around the city in awe and admiration.
Kit wanted to accompany them to the doctor’s office and be a source of comfort to Chris if he needed it, but Baloo said no and sent him off to school. Needless to say, Kit was not a happy camper about that, and he left home for school, slamming the door behind him in anger.
“Where’re we going, Daddy Bear?” Chris asked curiously, wondering why he was out with Baloo today and not at school with Kit and Jeffery.
“Well, Lil Buddy, you have an appointment to see Dr. Bagheera this morning.” Baloo said gently. “And we’re going to see him.”
“Why?” Chris asked, with innocent child-like curiosity.
“Well, we gotta check to see if you’re healthy, that’s all.”
“But Aunt Melissa said I was fine, I just need to put on a bit more weight.”
Baloo sighed. “Millie’s the one who made the appointment for you, it was her idea.”
“But why?” Chris asked again.
“Well…” Baloo was at a loss for words, this was like talking to Molly. “Well…because, uh, because, uh…because Millie’s only a nurse, she’s not qualified to give you medicine when you need it… yeah, that’s it.”
A few minutes later, they’ve arrived at the doctor’s office. Baloo went over to the front desk.
“Excuse me, Miss?”
A motherly-looking swan peered up at him over her glasses.
“Yes? How may I help you, sir?” she asked kindly.
“I have a Chris Cloudkicker here; he has an appointment to see Dr. Bagheera.” Baloo said, as though he had memorized what he was saying by heart.
The swan checked her records of people due for an appointment that day.
“Ah, yes,” the swan said, closing her book. “We were expecting him today. Have a seat; the doctor will see him momentarily.”
“Thanks ma’am.”
Baloo went and took a seat in the waiting room while Chris wandered off to a corner where there were some toys and younger children playing,
He approached a golden retriever puppy, who appeared to be about Molly’s age and was wearing a red-and-white striped shirt and a pair of navy-blue overalls. He was playing with a set of blocks.
“Hi, I’m Chris.” Chris said to the puppy. “Can I play with you?”
“Okay!” the puppy said brightly, and he handed Chris some of the blocks. “I’m Jason.”
“Nice to meet you, Jason, and thank you for letting me play.” Chris said, accepting the blocks Jason offered him.
“You’re welcome.” Jason said, smiling. “I’ve never played with a big kid before; they all think I’m too little to play with.”
“Oh, you’re not too little,” Chris said, putting a comforting arm around the pup. “You’d have to be a baby to be too little, and you’re not a baby, are you?”
“Nope!” Jason said proudly. “I’m not a baby, I’m six.” And he held up all six fingers.
“And I’m twelve, but I’d still play with you.” Chris said kindly.
And they started playing, building castles with the blocks. Then they got some knight figures and horses and started playing castle invasion.
After a while, Jason’s mother came over to get him, as it was time for him to see the doctor.
“Mommy, come see my new friend, Chris!” Jason said excitedly. “He’s a big kid like
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