Ann’s Being: We’re in a forest environment. Trees, rocks, plants everywhere. A stream nearby.

Cub’s gone into adult form. Dressed fancy, too.

Park: Cub, go show Walker your outfit.

(NOD)

Walker: Hm, quality fabric . . . I like the contrasting textures. And, ooh, are those leather gloves? Daring!

A bit too flashy for me, though, I must say. Let’s have a more traditional suit, shall we? Not that a modern cut would go amiss.

Ann’s Being: Consider it done, boss.

Let me show you to your seat.

Walker: Thank you, dear.

(URGH, UGH, MANLY GRUNTING)

Walker: Leather gloves, hm?

Park: It was his idea.