Well, that's it for me and Teddy.  I'm sure I won't be around by the time anyone reads this so.  Here is where you may say your goodbyes.....

Just then a man walks up behind Mr_Bean and he feels the cold steel of a gun against the back of his head.

AAAAAHHHHH NOOOOOOOO  DON'T SHOOT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH.  IT WAS TEDDY NOT ME! KILL HIM!!!

BANG!

Champ notices the distraught man with a gun to his head in the street.

He then looks at the gunman and says be sure not to get any brain matter on the street light please.

EM witnesses the terrible act.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO.....TEDDY!!!!!!"

Jamie3641 quickly turns back around the corner where he was watching the whole thing.

Wiping tears of rage from his face he swears to avenge his fallen friend.

Trys to figure out what he witnessed

Canislupus walks down the street casually, examining the world around him with interest until he stumbles upon the unfortunate death of Mr_Bean. "Hmm...I'd ask questions, but that really isn't our way..."

He walks down the street the other way mumbling something incomprehensible about waking the woods.

Prestige watches the whole event go down while he finishes smoking his cigarette. He puts out his smoke on the lamp post and walks away shaking his head.

"Interesting afternoon... "

-Prophet- sees the murder but in this thing of ours it's best not to ask questions, he lights a cigerette and a takes a drag. "Well that's rather... unsual." walking away to the nearest pub.

Hearing the screams of Mr Bean, DOMq makes his way out of the coffee shop and heads over to the seen of the crime...

The dead body on the ground is no sight, the blood spilling out all over the sidewalk and the teddy all reddish from the blood! he picks up the body and lays it on the side to the wall and closes Bean's eyes while mumbling

"sleep well"

He takes off his jacket and places on Mr Bean's head-torso and waits for the ambulance...

M_Stracci sees the whole event unfold. He runs over the the dead body of his old friend, and his torn-up plush companion.

"Strange, almost as if he knew hee was going to die. Damn"

M gets down on his knees.

"I'm sorry, Beanie, I couldn't help you"

Ah, Mr. Bean.  What fun we had gallavanting around and making fools of nearly every business owner in New York.  But I know your type.  I'm sure that your family will be back in no time, and I'll be robbing places with him or her and back to my old form before you know it.  Looking forward to it.

Too bad that, sometimes, there just aren't remedies for these simple mistakes.  Rest easy.