With a special, hour-long bear segment!

Here's the story from today with poor grammar, and spelling!
"Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Forestville, there resided a small religious community of bear worshipers. Every bear day, which falls on febubeary first, the townfolk have to offer up moss to the head bear, known as "king bear," or just bear for short for the harvest. If they didn't offer up their moss, it would be off with their heads, for bears are omnivores and don't just eat their typical bear berries. Barry, the man across town who constantly wears bearbury every day, had spent so much time buying his bearbury clothes, that he did not have time to find moss for the harvest! "This is terrible!" He exclaimed, as he ran around forestville looking for moss. There mosst be some somewhere! It's a frogging forest!

"Did someone say frog?" a voice called out from amidst the trees. And there was a frog from Forestville carrying his offering for Bear.
Barry, in order to get out of this Grizzly situation, ended up amphibbing to the frog, and convinced him that he would carry the moss to Bear.
"Thank you!" the frog replied. Little did he know, that he was about to croak.

Barry travelled all the way to the temple where the offering was supposed to take place. He drew a breath, and spoke to the guard, with moss in hand. "Alright. This is my moss to bear."

"That joke is unbearable!" The guard responded. Thus, he killed Barry, and sent his remains to the north polar bear for his meal."