The small group of individuals who have the pleasure of wearing the Bucky the Bison costume have an extremely coveted job. They were specifically hand-picked to represent Bucknell’s mascot and are in charge of maximizing school spirit. However, they are under immense pressure to remain anonymous. As Spiderman’s Uncle Ben once said, “With great power comes great responsibility.”

So, when an anonymous Bucky mascot walked into his 9 a.m. class after falling asleep in his Bucky suit, he found himself in grave danger. If his classmates found out his true identity, he could lose the job. To make things worse, there had never been a Bucky the Bison representative that had revealed their identity in the history of Bucknell, and he didn’t want to be the first person to do so.

Unfortunately, the Marketing 201 professor had a knack for cold-calling students, even when they didn’t have their hands up. Bucky thought he was in the clear after making it through the first 45 minutes of the class and was truly surprised that none of his classmates had tried to talk to him.

However, to Bucky’s dismay, the professor looked straight into his costume eyes and said, “Bucky, can you summarize last night’s textbook reading for us?” 

All heads turned to Bucky. The class eagerly waited for him to speak, desperate to figure out who was underneath the costume. This was a crucial moment in Bucknell’s history: a century-long mystery was about to come to light.

Bucky froze—he didn’t know what to do. So, he did the first thing that came to mind. He ran as fast as he could out the door. He kept a full sprint out the doors of Holmes, past the library and to the front doors of the ELC. But to his dismay, he turned around to see that his classmates and professor had followed him! They had pursued him all the way to the ELC, as they were desperate to uncover the quandary that had been plaguing them for so long.

So, in Scooby-Doo fashion, they held Bucky down and took off the head of the costume. Everyone gasped. It wasn’t a faculty member, it wasn’t a staff member and it wasn’t a student. So, who was it, you might ask? 

It was President John C. Bravman, and he was grinning from ear to ear. He had finally been caught, except now he was ready for the glory.