I love the futility of what's happening. (Inexplicably, this method and the small cage the zookeeper leads the bear out with, somehow don't manage to result in the poor man's death.) The bear, who was sleeping comfortably, just seems okay with it. It's a visual contradiction.
The grocer's smart alecky wit aside, what's important to keep in mind is that Benjamin knows that the watermelon means pressure and responsibility - getting it home without it being destroyed by his femme fatale arch nemesis - and the levity upon which the grocer draws probably doesn't help. Also, I like that the warthog is the grocer. Because it just makes sense.
Mr. Plumbean is in a blissful state of peace and happiness. And his house looks AWESOME. Bottoms up!
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