The Bingo Blazooie Hour

In the jungle, a lazy panther was on the prowl for spectacles. Not wanting to admit his issue, he pretended to be hunting for elephants, the only animal he could still recognize at a distance.

Gerald, often quick to make excuses, was unusually honest in that moment. “I need better eye care,” the panther said. “I’m over here!” said his best friend, a lemur named Watkins. Gerald looked down. “What do I do?” “Come with me,” the lemur said. “First, let’s get you fed.”

With a playful look in his eyes, Gerald began growling and licking his teeth. "Hey, Watkins, you're looking good today. Tasty even. Like a five star dish." The lemur raised both of his hands. "Watch it, kiddo. Bite me and I swear I'll make you see those 5 stars." They laughed.

"What're you guys laughing at?" It was Bingo the Flamingo, the most annoying animal Gerald & Watkins knew. Gerald sighed, rolling his yellow eyes, "Nothing, Bingo. Inside joke." The bird strode over, breath reeking. He'd obviously been hunting for shrimp in the walrus pool again.

Watkins sighed almost inaudible my, then burst into a fake grin. “Bingo, is there anything you’d like to tell our viewers about? Anything about fish or anything?” Bingo belched, then looked at the camera. “Yeah, I guess. Um shrimp are delicious?”

Bingo realized he was out of options. He finally told his story, about his years on a fish farm and eventual capture by pirates. “And that’s why they are called bonefish” he said hours later. Watkins turned off the camera with frustration, no one would ever believe this nonsense.