Prohibiton

There was a bear, a bear affiliated with the mafia. The bearfather. The bearfather was uncanny, in the sense that he was a bear that could talk. Now that is beyond explanation. Unless you ask the bear, because he will tell you some sort of nonchalant crap about being an omniscient being; bequeathed to the world by the grease of Taco Bell. 

One of this hairy beast's favorite things to do was to skulk around the local villages and converge upon a dark corner of the taverns. As he scans the dreary meat locker that constitutes the bar he becomes supercilious of its inhabitants. What normally follows is never veniable to any extent. He grabs for his coat pocket, and with a swift movement he disperses 3 kittens into the room. They make quick work of the finite amount of booze and then they run with the bearfather out the door. Never to be seen again, til next week.