After the TV mystery had been solved, Teddie wanted to get a job. He had heard of a coffee shop opening down the street, the first Japanese location of the chain, which originated from a mysterious icy wasteland known to its secluded inhabitants as "Canada." Teddie applied for an interview.

"Dear Mr. Hortons," Teddie spoke aloud as he wrote. "I would like a job. Please give me a job. Thank you for the job. Love, Teddie, XOXOXO"

Teddie licked the envelope, which he enjoyed more than he probably should have, and threw it happily in a public mailbox along with some porn magazines, but that was just for shits and giggles.

A few days later, Teddie got a letter back from the owner. "Get your smart ass over here," Teddie read. "That's all it says. Cool!" Teddie didn't feel like riding a bike, so he stayed in his bear form and rolled down the street to the Tim Hortons. He caused 3 car accidents.

Outside Tim Hortons, Teddie realized that he forgot to dress his human body. Too lazy to go back and fix his mistake, he decided that he would do the interview as his own beary self. He kicked the door in and threw 20 bucks at the cashier for repairs. He waltzed right into the employees-only section of the store, because he knew he'd be an employee on the way back.

"I'm here, Mr. Hortons!" Teddie called when he entered the office.

"First of all, my name's not Tim Hortons, you little shit," said the boss, his back to the door. "It's Tim Horton, the apostrophe's there for a reason. Learn your fucking languages. Second, that was the worst application I've ever read, and that includes the one I got from the man who held me at knifepoint and demanded all the money on me. That wasn't even an application, that was just me getting mugged, and he still did a better job convincing me than you." Tim turned around. "Alright, now that you-" he started, but stopped when he saw Teddie.

"What?"

"Aww, you're so adorable, I can't stay mad at you. You're hired!"

"Bitchin'!" Teddie celebrated. "Can I do deliveries?"

"What? No, we're a cafe, we don't do deliveries."

Teddie thought for a moment. "Well, you drink coffee when you're tired, right? What if someone's too tired to drive? What if they're out of coffee? That's where we come in to give it to you! No more false DUI charges!"

Tim jumped up. "Teddie, you're a genius! Why, I could just suck your dick right here, right now."

"Well, I am naked under this thing," Teddie replied.

"Dude I was just joking what are you gay wow man come on."

Teddie got his first delivery call that very same day. "Teddie? What are you doing at Tim Hortons?" It was Yosuke.

"I got a job! A different one!"

"Huh?"

"What would you like?"

Yosuke paused. "Fuckin whatever, vanilla iced coffee."

Teddie got the coffee ready and got in the car. He took off the suit's head so he could grip the steering wheel properly. Not that he knew how to drive anyway. He managed to figure it out easily enough, though. The car had XM radio, so he blasted some crunk beats. This killed his concentration, and he caused yet more car accidents in this manner.

When he arrived at Yosuke's pad, Teddie put the head back on. He figured it would be good publicity. He knocked on the door.

Yosuke opened the door to find Teddie leaning casually on the doorframe, one eyebrow raised. "Somebody call for a plumber?" he said seductively with an Irish accent.

Yosuke tried to be sexy by accepting his coffee with his mouth, but all he did was pull the straw out. "Ehhn." He took it the regular way and chugged it. "I'm all hyper now!"

"Get in here, you fruity man," Teddie said, holding open the suit slightly. Stimulating the human body while Teddie's bear body was conscious would give him two simultaneous orgasms, and Yosuke knew this. Yosuke jumped in and they did it in the suit.