“BRING BACK THE BEARD.” – Beard Band Motto
We’ve all heard the tales of the secret society known as the Beard Band. But what really goes on inside their secret meetings? Do they just talk about the latest advances in comb and trimming technology?
Or is it something more nefarious (SPOILER ALERT: It’s something more nefarious)? That’s exactly what I set out to discover when I attempted to infiltrate their ranks.
Sadly, my clever disguise was seen through within two seconds.
but lucky for me I ran into a complete stranger with a glass of mysterious liquid for me to drink.
Surprisingly, the liquid wasn’t poison and actually worked!
I got into the meeting but it turns out that nice bearded stranger wasn’t as nice as he had seemed.
He was, in fact, the president of the Beard Band and refused to give me the antidote for the beard tonic (thus cursing me to have hair constantly growing out of my face) unless I became a spokesperson for the club. Normally, I don’t do celebrity endorsements (at least not ONLY for antidotes) but they had me by the long hairs on this one.
Amazingly, there were several beard related events happening the next day including the opening of a terrible play about noted beard enthusiast Father Time…
…a dedication of a park statue of Robinson Crusoe…
…a Seven Dwarfs exhibit and the premiere of a “Rip Van Winkle” movie (part of the new Washington Irving cinematic universe). One might even wonder if the beard wasn’t already back?
Somehow I managed to bungle each of these public appearances, turning the idea of a beard into a thing of ridicule (much to the chagrin of the Beard Band publicist).
I did manage to catch some crooks with the beard they shot off my face!
But the Beard Band was not happy and decided to go with Plan B.
These radicalized beardists decided to poison the Metropolis drinking water with beard tonic!
I did what any normal, law-abiding citizen with a thirst for beard justice would have done. I took the beard I had cut off to use as a lariat to climb out of a ditch (long story) and threw it for no apparent reason!
Thankfully, because of my illogical actions and…uh…science, my beard somehow turned the beard tonic into a beard tonic antidote and wiped out the Beard Bands beards. Of course, then Superman finally decided to show up and take the credit.
It appeared that clean-shaven goodness had won the day but, alas, we underestimated the power of the Beard Lobby and the lack of clear laws regarding adding beard tonics to drinking water. The Beard Band paid a few fines and walked away without doing any jail time and within a few decades had realized their mad hipster scheme to bring beards back into fashion…
[Cue “X-Files” end credits music]