Mr. Bean Goes to the Dentist

It was a bright, cheerful Monday morning in Mr. The peaceful English neighborhood of Bean. The sun peeked over rows of red-brick houses, the birds chirped merrily, and a milkman hummed as he delivered bottles.

Inside his slightly crooked, cluttered little house, Mr. Bean sat at the breakfast table in his pajamas. His table was a disaster zone: toast stuck in the VHS player, an egg cooking directly on the iron, and his teddy bear, Teddy, was seated across from him with a bowl of cereal and a tiny napkin around his neck.

Mr. Bean lifted a spoonful of cereal to his mouth, bit down... and immediately froze.

"MMMMFFF!" he yelped, clutching his jaw. His eyes bulged. "Owowowowow!"

He turned around in his chair, looked in the mirror with a wide mouth, and gasped. One of his molars was as swollen as a balloon. With a pencil, he gently poked it. HONK!

He accidentally hit a rubber chicken on the table, and it squeaked in sympathy.

“Tooth-hurty!” he declared, proudly pointing at his mouth.

“That’s the time I need to go! Tooth-hurty! Get it, Teddy? Two-thirty?”

Teddy stared blankly. Mr. Bean laughed alone.

Chapter 1: Mayhem at the Clinic

Mr. Bean changed into his usual brown suit, red tie slightly crooked, combed his hair with a fork, and leapt into his tiny green Mini Cooper. He drove through the neighborhood with Beethoven blasting from the car radio, swerving left and right like he was in a go-kart race.

He made his way to Bell Street Dental Surgery, a well-maintained, cutting-edge building. Instead of parking in a spot, Mr. Bean rolled up onto the sidewalk and stopped squarely on a flower bed, crushing tulips with his tires. He got out, dusted off his jacket, and gently placed Teddy in his coat pocket.

Inside the clinic, the air smelled like mint and disinfectant. Classical music played softly in the background. A little boy beside him whimpered while holding his mother’s hand.

Mr. Bean tried to entertain the child by stretching his face into silly shapes, even removing his own shoelace to use as fake dental floss for Teddy. The child burst out laughing. Horrified, the mother fixed her gaze. Then Mr. Bean spotted the fish tank.

He wandered over, fascinated, and tapped the glass. The fish swam away nervously. He mistook the filter as a futuristic drinking fountain and took a sip—gargling it loudly and spitting it out into a potted plant.

“Mmm. Salty.”

The receptionist, who had been watching all of this with a frozen smile, finally said:

“Mr. Bean? The dentist will see you now.”

Chapter 2: Mr. Bean vs. The Chair

The dental room was a spotless, white, high-tech chamber. A sparkling metal chair sat in the center, surrounded by gadgets, tools, tubes, and blinking lights. It looked more like a spaceship than a medical seat.

Mr. Bean approached it cautiously. He gave the chair a light tap with his foot. No response.

“Hmm…”

He sat down. The chair tilted backward suddenly, his legs flailing in the air like a flipped turtle. He accidentally elbowed a button.

WHIRRR! The chair rose like a lift, spinning halfway around.

“Wooooaah!” he shouted, gripping the armrests.

The dentist entered, calm and cheerful, clipboard in hand.

“Good morning, Mr. Bean. Let’s take a look at that tooth.”

Mr. Bean gave him a thumbs up, then opened his mouth like a lion.

“RAAAAAAHHHH!”

Dentist: “Uh—just say ‘ah’, please.”

Mr. Bean cleared his throat, tried again, and let out a weak, “Aaaaah-CHOO!”

SPLAT. He sneezed directly into the dentist’s face.

The dentist, trying to stay professional, sighed, wiped off his glasses, and began the examination.

“Alright, little pinch—numbing agent.”

The dentist carefully applied the anesthetic—to the wrong side.

Now Mr. Bean’s tongue flopped out of his mouth like a wet towel, completely numb. His speech turned into cartoonish gibberish.

Chapter 3: Drills and Disaster

While the dentist stepped out to take an X-ray, Mr. Bean grew... curious.

Too curious.

He looked at the array of shiny dental tools on the tray like a child in a candy shop. One by one, he tried them out:

He turned on the suction tube and used it as a vacuum to clean his nose.

He picked up the dental mirror and pretended it was a spy gadget.

He gave Teddy a thorough examination, brushing his missing teeth and even dressing him in a small bib. Then, his eye fell on a large red button labeled: "EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN."

“Ooooh...”

He pressed it.

WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!

Alarms blared. Red lights flashed. Sprinklers activated.

Patients in the waiting room panicked. A woman fainted. The dentist, drenched and perplexed, followed Mr. Bean casually strolled out of the room, completely covered in toothpaste foam, dental floss tangled around his legs like spaghetti.

Epilogue: Better… Kinda?

Back at home, Mr. Bean sat on his couch, still buzzing from the experience. His swollen tooth had magically stopped hurting—possibly because of the freezing cold sprinkler water.

He looked at Teddy.

“We did it, buddy!”

He popped a candy into his mouth triumphantly.

CRACK.

“MMMMFFFF!!! NOT AGAIN!”

He grabbed his jaw and slumped over the arm of the couch.

Teddy, lying peacefully beside him, seemed to smirk.

THE END.