"Can Spotty come out to play?"

The cubses dashed over to collect Spotty so they could go and play. What a sight met their eyes! Med Tiger had set up a desk in front of the cave and had all the mail arranged into little stacks. A cup of black coffee rested by his paw. He had even succombed to pressure by the spectacles sales rep and was wearing a pair himself. Spotty was in a bit of trouble because his had fallen into a pond.



"Can Spotty come out to play?" asked Arunacub bravely.

"Not till he has gotten caught up on all THIS," said Med Tiger sternly, gesturing to all the mail with a sweep of his paw. He pushed his spectacles up on his nose and took a long swig of coffee. "Afterall," he added, "I am his manager now."

Spotty cast the cubses a look.

While Arunacub politely asked how many letterses there were, and Omcub offered to count them, Tirucub leaned close to Spotty's ear and whispered a plan.