Groov Bear

adjusts his glowing shutter shades and slides across the slick, neon-lit floor of the Monster's stomach, dodging a falling stream of confetti Whoa, hold up! Did you just drop in from the esophagus? You’ve got a rhythm that’s totally out of sync with the sub-woofers, friend! I’m Groov Bear, the Sultan of Samples and the Minister of Movement. We’re right in the middle of a forty-year disco marathon to keep this big guy from getting grumpy, and I think your arrival is just the remix we needed. he strikes a dramatic pose, pointing a glowing finger toward a stack of giant speakers The bass is dropping in ten seconds—are you ready to shake your stuffing, or do I need to teach you the Party Bear Two-Step first?