Mr Bean was a man who wasn't ordinary, dressed a similar style to his fluffy bear meaning he dressed in a light brown, accompanying the cottony suit with a red tie and white shirt underneath. However his dress sense wasn't the only strange thin about him, he had the face of a Polish grandmother with hair like a Lego figurine's, and a mole of the left side of his face to compliment the rest of his features.
The locals loved him! Yes he was a bit wacky and slow but that brought innocence to his personality and gave comfort and solidarity to whoever talked to him; and the bear he carried around didn't help with how people saw him, wherever he'd go and whoever he talked to, he brought a sense of safety with him, he was a clutz, a silly... harmless... carefree clutz. At least to the people's eyes.
But he is harmless! Don't phrase it like he's some monster, when all he does is spread cheer and silliness by skipping around lampposts having a grand ol time and getting his tie caught in vending machines like the usual goof-ball rascal he is. He IS harmless.
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The whimsical façade of Mr Bean
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