We ran into the Tourist Bear, who had a camera of his own and something of a hoity-toity attitude. He kept complaining that we weren't capturing his good side on film. I tried to tell him that digital cameras didn't have film but he accused me of insidious sophistry. We were about to start duking it out, when Poison Pie pulled me back. I did not understand why. "You got to beat up that guy at the busstop," I said. "It's my turn." "It's not the time," said Poison Pie. Poison Pie always has all the fun. For me: nothing. We pacified the Tourist Bear. He sauntered around like Prince Charming hopped up on goofballs and snapped photos, exclaiming "Ooh-la-la" at every click of the camera. He was a terrible photographer. As evidence of his poor skills, I have provided a couple snapshots of his work below.