My Rightful Father: Stanford Cordell Francis
If you are reading this, you’re here to be entertained, educated, and rightfully informed about the nature of Bonjour Bee in its entirety.You’re here to learn about Stanford Cordell Francis and his family of hard working activists, artists, authors. You’re here because you’re looking for information about the man who was able to live through his life as a newly, fully free man.I regret to inform you
Stanford Cordell Francis is Dead.
This should not come as a shock but his life wasn’t long lived. He wanted to be here for a long time, and live long enough to see the good time.He got neither.His life was snuffed. Taken from him with cruel, uncaring hands. Hands that I myself have never expected to treat him with such disregard. Like he was replaceable. Expendable.Purely Dispensable.What you are about to soon see is the truth behind the Monarch March. The truth behind those he had proudly called family.My name is K.B.
The Monarch is a parasite.
I am a Lavender Child.
A Blue Monarch doesn't exist.
| Entry Number | Entry Date | Entry Time | Source Author |
|---|---|---|---|
| 0001 | 6.19.2026 | 1:16 AM | K.B. |
It is not a butterfly.
0001 - Rightful Son, K.B.
I feel it is only fair to clear a few things up here. I had no intention on butting into this archival project. Into this half truth of a restoration. However I believe it is fair that whoever see this receives nothing less than the entire truth. I have yet to see anything that is planned for this archive and it does make me feel less hollow at the fact that Stanford's work is being remembered in a positive light. But I cannot allow this to occur with the implication that everything was mostly peachy in his life.I found out about this project a few months ago from a puppetry Telegram chat. General chats that I'd mostly ignore unless talk about Between the Lions would spark which was a lot more likely than one may think despite its dwindling popularity. Bonjour Bee was dwindling far lower than Between the Lions however, so the fact that it was brought up was baffling in a sickening sort of way. Not because I hated it or what it did for us, but because I always had a gut feeling that something was wrong.I grew up being taught that Bonjour Bee's creator, Stanford Cordell Francis, was a man full of love even to those who so openly wrong him. And knowing that Stanford himself could have been my father, of course I grew up watching Bonjour Bee on loop. I felt closer to what could have been mine, especially since my dad, Anthony Benedetti, worked on the show himself. I was always confused why he wasn't as popular as one may imagine a show co-creator could be, though it was never my place to ask.
It was my place however to be a nosy kid especially with how much was shared with me."Look K.B., this is the episode we recorded in real snow so the shivering voices would be as accurate as possible!""Did I ever tell you how this episode was almost scrapped? Stanford fought tooth and nail to have this aired.""I still have the original sketches for this commercial. It was my work he approved for it!"My Dad talked quite a bit.
A lot actually.
But I listened just as much.Whenever I was given the chance to see the original artwork Stanford made, I felt a sense of connection in his pencil strokes. I felt the love everyone spoke so highly of.Even his writing. His journals of ideas, but entries of his life were written with such a gentle hand I felt like the words would disappear and fall apart if I read them too fast. Though one thing I never questioned was why he made excuses for people who hurt him.People opposed him, people who opposed his family, even his own family that opposed his march that STILL worked on the show with him.It was an infuriating read. It made me sick knowing Stanford likely smiled through so much suffering just to make a show. Sick enough that I stopped watching it entirely in 2004.So to see it resurface so casually in 2025 was as nauseating as it was fulfilling. A small handful of strangers on the internet were talking about my rightful father's work. His messages. His skills. They all wanted to make the archive, to make one single space where the show could be preserved forever.Despite the eating sensation in my gut telling me not to, I joined them.I'm one of their coders, one of their archivers and their only source that contains primary sources from Stanford himself. They didn't even ask how I have all this. I don't know how I'll hide this page from them but I'll find my ways. As long as the main website is pretty enough, they wont think to look too hard.Folks on the internet are idiots after all.Yourself included. That's why you're here. As of writing this, you found a website that looks like a newspaper and found interest in it.Thank you for your interest. You're still a fool to me, but a lesser fool I suppose.A lot lesser.
So I'll be a lot kinder to you, eventually I'll find time to take photos of Stanford's things, clean them up and share them.
I hope it'd be something that makes him happy. Him and Anthony.I hope I'm doing the right thing.-K.B.
6.19.2026