The Berenstain Bear Scouts and the Evil Eye Read Online Free PDF

Bigpaw.
    â€œDo the thing with the Bear Scouts, chief,” urged Ralph. He set up the cardboard Bear Scout cutouts on the ledge.
    â€œYour nose is swollen,” said McGreed. “Why is that?”
    â€œMosquitoes bite Bigpaw’s nose,” said the big fellow. “Bigpaw hate mosquitoes,” he said, looking around for some. “Where mosquitoes? Bigpaw bash ’em!”

    â€œThey’re right there,” said McGreed, pointing to the Bear Scout cutouts.
    They were very good cutouts. They looked exactly like the Bear Scouts. But to the deeply hypnotized Bigpaw they looked exactly like mosquitoes. “Bigpaw hate mosquitoes!” he roared. “Bigpaw bash ’em!” He rushed at the Bear Scout cutouts and beat them to a pulp.
    â€œStop! Stop!” cried the scouts as they poured out from behind the rocks. “Those are bad guys! Don’t listen to them! Don’t listen to them!”
    â€œIt’s those infernal Bear Scouts,” snarled McGreed. “They foiled our last scheme. It’s time to put an end to them! Bigpaw, deal with those mosquitoes!”
    Bigpaw looked at the scouts. “Bigpaw hate mosquitoes. Mosquitoes bite Bigpaw’s nose. Make it itch. Make it sore.” He moved toward the Bear Scouts, swinging his clublike banjo. But it seemed to Ralph that the big guy’s heart wasn’t really in it. Ralph began to worry a bit. What was it that the magazine had said about the power of hypnotism?
    McGreed urged Bigpaw on. “Bash ’em! Smash ’em!” he shouted. “Give those rotten mosquitoes what for!”
    Bigpaw was about to do just that. He had backed the scouts up against the mountain and was about to smash them with his mighty banjo. The scouts realized that their friend was hypnotized and didn’t know what he was doing. “Don’t, Bigpaw! Don’t!” they screamed. “We’re not mosquitoes! We’re the Bear Scouts! We’re your friends! We love each other!”

    That was what Ralph was trying to remember from the magazine: that there was one power hypnotism couldn’t overcome—the power of love!

    And so it was that Bigpaw did not smash the Bear Scouts. Because what it said in the magazine was true. Just as Bigpaw was about to strike, the power of love broke through. Bigpaw looked at the scouts as if for the first time. “You not mosquitoes,” he said. “You Bear Scouts. You my friends.”
    â€œI think we’d better get out of here fast,” said Ralph. He and McGreed began to edge toward the getaway cave.
    Bigpaw turned to Ralph and McGreed. “You not Bigpaw’s friends!” he said, raising his banjo. “You bad guys! Bigpaw not hurt Bear Scouts. Bigpaw hurt bad guys!” With that, Bigpaw charged.
    â€œRun for your life!” screamed Ralph. The miserable, scheming twosome streaked for the cave. They got there a split second before Bigpaw hit the cave entrance so hard that the mountain shook and the cave collapsed. There was a rumble inside the mountain.
    â€œThose guys never bother Bigpaw again,” said the big fellow.
    Brother put his ear to the mountain. “Those guys will never bother anybody again,” he said.
    Bigpaw knelt down and held up his great palm. “Way to go!” said Brother as one by one the Bear Scouts stepped up and high-fived their enormous friend.

Chapter 13
Big Barking Dog
    It was too much to say that Ralph and McGreed would never bother anyone again. It was fair to say that the collapse of the cave and the rockslide that followed would put them out of action for quite a while. The rockslide followed Ralph and the great singing expert all the way back down the secret, twisting, turning passageway and dumped them, tattered and torn, in Weaselworld. Ralph crawled out of the rock pile before McGreed came to and made a fast getaway. He certainly wasn’t going to hang around and let McGreed turn him back