Welcome, everybody, to my Halloween story, The Candy Thief! I know, it's been forever since I last posted a story, and I'm really sorry about that. I've been way buys, and I started college, which makes me even busier. But I'm trying to write when I can, so hang in there. As mentioned in the description, this story is based on KudleyFan93's stories and their age-regression. Actually, I'm basically using her characters and the personalities she gave them. So if you are familiar with her stories, then I hope you get that fun sense of déjà vu! I have to admit, though I can't write like she used to, I still feel like I mirror her well enough. Let me know if you agree or disagree! If you haven't read Kudley's stories before, then I'm sorry to say you missed out on some of the greatest stories ever. She closed up shop a while ago, and she deleted her stories when she did. I actually cried when I discovered that. But I'm actually trying to finish one of her greatest stories over, one that I saved onto my computer, and I'm in the process of finishing it now! It'll be awhile still, but I seriously can't wait to introduce it to you! Wow, I'm getting way off-topic. So yes, this story is based on KudleyFan93's style, and I also threw in a few other author references. Maybe you'll recognize 'em, who knows? All right, let's get on to the story!

Chica dragged Freddy and Foxy through the Halloween department in the mall. It had been several months since Goldie had turned them into babies, and now, with Halloween approaching, the temporary mother Chica couldn't resist dressing them up for the holiday.

"Chiiiiiiiicaaaaaaa," Freddy whined, "let's go hoooooome. I'm hungry, and I want a nap! Let's go, while I'll let you rock me to sleep willingly!"

Chica laughed as she slowed to admire a few decorations on display. "Oh, Freddy, we just had lunch an hour ago, and you napped on the way here! Nice try, bud."

"But costumes are for babies!" the little bear argued with a frown of disappointment.

"Hate to break it to you, Freddy-kins," Chica said, fingering a toddler-sized Spider Bear costume, "but you are a baby. Now please quit fussing and stop talking before someone hears you talking like adults."

Out of points to argue, Freddy toddled along dejectedly, throwing bored glances at costumes looming above him.

"Lass," Foxy said cunningly, "I do believe that I have, ah, dirtied me undergarment. I be supposin' that I'll be needin' a change soon, before I get one o' them nasty rashes."

Chica gave the little kit a suspicious and surprised look. It was incredibly rare for any of the FazBabies (aside from Bonnie) to admit that they'd soiled their diaper, much less ask for a change. But she could see no deceit in Foxy's request - or eyes - warning her not to listen.

"Okay, Foxy, there's a restroom right over there. Let's go."

The quartet made their way over to the bathrooms, and all the while Freddy couldn't help but notice Foxy's devilish grin. The bear caught his eye, to which he gave a quiet cackle in response.

"I'll get us outta here in no time, Fazzy."

What was Foxy up to?

"Boys, you stay right here, okay?" Chica instructed firmly. "Or should I put you in the cart?"

"Ooh, ooh, I wanna ride in the cart!" Bonnie squealed excitedly. "I wanna ride in the cart! C'mon, Freddy, you wanna ride with me?"

Freddy dropped his ears and crossed his arms. "No."

Chica lifted a slightly upset Bonnie into the cart bed, where he promptly changed his attitude. "Whoa! I can see waaaaay much higher, now! Cool!"

The chicken giggled at his adorableness, then took Foxy's little paw and led him into the family restroom.

"I wonder what he's planning?" Freddy wondered quietly to himself, idly scratching his bottom.

"Freddy, it's soooooo awesome being way up here!" Bonnie said loudly, looking around the store from his perch. "You shoulda comed up here too! You're missing out!"

"Stop shouting, I'm right here," Freddy grumbled, abruptly turning his back on the bunny. He was determined to remain grumpy, no matter how much he wanted to talk about Bonnie's view. He was the leader of the Fazbears: baby or not, he was supposed to be the one in charge, not Chica! Darn Goldie and his stupid jokes; they were ruining his entire life! With luck T-Chi and Mangle would bring Mari and Goldie along to the Halloween party at the restaurant on the said holiday. Then he could give Goldie a piece of his—

"Bonnie," he suddenly said in a hushed, awe-filled voice, "do you see that?"

"Hm? See what?"

He lifted a shaking paw in the direction of an infant costume aisle. "That..."

"Fred, I dunno what you're pointin' at," came the puzzled reply, but Freddy ignored it and began to slowly approach the aisle. Bonnie noticed this. At first he said nothing, trying to understand what the bear was talking about, but he eventually registered the fact that Freddy was already several feet away.

"Hey- Hey, Freddy? Um, Mommy told us to stay by the cart, 'member? Freddy? Freddy, come back!" But Freddy seemed to not hear his brother's calls. He was entranced by a beautiful little tuxedo and... top hat. Oh, how he loved it. It was a shiny jet-black hat, save for a thin white stripe running along the seam between the hat and its brim.

He reached out to touch it... when he felt a chill run through his spine. Every instinct told him to turn around, while his brain screamed the opposite. Slowly rotating his body, Freddy found himself face-to-face with a giant, blue, furry monster! With a scream he turned on his heels and came running back to the cart, where he collapsed on the floor and began to sob his eyes out. Bonnie, confused and terrified by the fact that something had given his brave, courageous friend such a fright, found himself bawling for his life as well.

Within seconds Chica came charging out of the bathroom, her protective instinct kicking in. "What is it? What happened?" she asked, kneeling next to Freddy and scooping him into her arms.

"Th-th-there was a monster over there!" he cried. "I-it tried to eat me!"

At this point Chica had realized what had happened, but Bonnie, bless his poor little soul, only gasped and began to cry even harder. "It tried to eat my brother! Freddy almost got eated!"

Patting the little cub on his back to slowly soothe him, Chica whispered, "It's okay, Freddybear, it was only a costume. Shhh. It's okay. It's okay."

Eventually both of the babies calmed down, and a sour-faced Foxy came toddling out of the restroom. One look, however, at his siblings' tearstained and snotty faces made his frown morph into a curious, inquiring look. "This oughta be good..."

"An' that's what ye 'n' Bonbon were screamin' bloody murder about? A silly costume?" Foxy asked, snickering mockingly. They were once again wandering the store, but Chica now had her eye on various Halloween decorations. Freddy frowned at the fox and lightly punched his arm once he was certain Chica wouldn't see. After all, he didn't want to get punished.

"Hey, excuse me! I'm a baby, I can't help getting scared of stuff easily. Besides," he said with a shiver, "it looked really, really scary..."

Foxy laughed and began to mock him. "Ooh, th' big, scary costume is gonna get yeh! Run fer yer lives! I canna believe that yeh didn't even wet yer big-boy pants, Fazzy! Yer so brave!"

The little fox collapsed into a fit of giggles, causing Chica to halt reluctantly and wait for him to get back on his feet. As she looked around out of boredom, though, she discovered a large Halloween-themed cookbook. Even on a 30-percent-off sale! She snatched one up and began enthusiastically flipping through the colorful pages.

"So, what was that whole deal back there, with you actually asking Chica for a change?" Freddy asked Foxy once the kit had calmed down.

Foxy sighed and kicked the ground in annoyance. "Y' see, I'd planned that whole stratagem out from th' start o' the day. I tossed th' diapers outta her baby bag b'fore we left. Turns out th' lass keeps spare 'uns in her purse! Can yeh believe? That kills th' whole purpose of a baby bag!"

Freddy shook his head dolefully. "Yeah. It seemed a good plan, though." He punched Foxy's arm again. "So what are you scared of, then? Everyone has a fear of something. What's yours?"

Foxy grinned and shook his head. "I ain't afraid o' nothin', Fazzy; baby or-" He suddenly stumbled back and released such a high scream that it made Freddy's ears ring. "M-M-Mooooooommmmmyy!" he hollered, scrambling over to the chicken and clutching her leg for dear life.

Slowly Freddy turned around, the dreadful feeling of déjà vu overcoming his brain. There, looming far above his head... stood a clown. A big, shiny red nose, a frizzy rainbow wig, a pair of giant shoes, the whole stereotypical deal. The cub squealed in delight at the clown's odd, humorous expression and clapped his hands.

"Sorry, ma'am," the clown apologized, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn't mean to frighten him."

"It's all right," Chica said as she patted Foxy's head reassuringly, "you didn't know. As a matter of fact, I didn't know he didn't like clowns until just now!"

The clown reached behind him and pulled out a handful of miniature candy bars. "Sorry, little guy," he said softly. "Here ya go; you can take two."

Nervously Foxy edged closer to him and quickly snatched two treats from his gloved hand. Bonnie and Freddy, meanwhile, anxiously squeaked in anticipation. The clown chuckled and passed each baby one candy. "There you go! Have a nice day, ma'am!"

"Thank you, you too!" She gave her 'kids' a thoughtful smile. "Well, wasn't he nice? Foxy, did he scare you?" The kit gave a tentative nod, still holding tight to her leg. This only made her laugh, much to his resentment.

"You're so silly! Let's keep shopping, guys. Why don't we go pick out some candy?"

Taking the chorus of cheers as a yes, Chica turned and pushed the cart toward the candy aisle. Freddy and Foxy, tailing along a few feet behind, chatted—well, argued is a better term—during the walk there.

"Oh, I'm Foxy the big, brave pirate!" Freddy mocked. "I'm never scared of anything—except for silly old clowns!" He gave an exaggerated laugh to mock the embarrassed kit even further.

"Shut up, Fazzy," he complained, thankful his crimson fur covered his burning cheeks. "He simply startled me, that's all. An' don't forget—ye got yer knickers all knotted up just over a little costume that warn't even movin', or didn't wear a big, scary nose, or didn't have a manic, murderous look in its eyes..."

He suddenly stopped and blushed even harder than before. Freddy laughed again. "Uh huh. He only startled you. Your attempted insult just proved that to be a lie."

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"Here we are, boys!" Chica interrupted. Just in time, too, as she was on her final nerves with their pointless bickering. Though, she thought, it wasn't as if they argued any less in their adult bodies.

"Yaaaaay!" came the excited reply from all three babies as they turned into the aisle stocked high with sweets. At Bonnie's incessant whines she lifted him out of the shopping cart, and he immediately hurried over to his 'brothers'. The little ones ran up and down the row, pointing and shouting at various sugary treats. Meanwhile, Chica selected a few bags of assorted candy, made sure to grab a small treat for herself, and turned to the babies.

"Boys, I've got the candy! I will let you all pick one treat- Freddy, put that back. There's no way you could eat that much chocolate. Foxy, put that tub away! I know you love Red Vines- no, not even if you share. Get something small, like Bonnie did!"

The cub and kit turned to the said bunny, who held a little tube of M&Ms. Muttering things that Chica wouldn't approve of under their breath, they put away their original selections and found smaller versions of them. Once they'd had their treats approved they were placed in the cart - after some debate on whether the candy would be safest in their arms or the cart - Chica crushed their high spirits with one word: costumes.

Freddy gulped. "Could you repeat that, please?" he asked nervously. Foxy nodded weakly in agreement.

"I said, now let's go pick out your costumes, and then we can go home and help Mike set up the decorations!"

"Noooooooo!" the cub and kit cried in unison.

Chica threw her wings up in exasperation. "Why don't either of you want to wear a costume? You never seemed to mind before!"

"I wanna costume, Mommy," Bonnie piped up, instantly earning him dirty looks and the nickname 'Suck-Up' from his 'siblings.'

"I know you do, Pumpkin. I was talking to those two guys down there, the ones that wear frowny faces all the time."

The two in question began to babble off angry excuses at the same time, making Bonnie cover his ears.

"One at a time, one at a time! Foxy, you go first. Freddy, you go next. Why don't you want to dress up, sweetie?"

Foxy glared at Freddy, who happily returned the gesture. "This wee bilge rat here tol' me that ye planned t' dress me up as Mangle. And I'll have yeh know right now, lassie: I. Ain't!"

"Actually, I only reminded you," Freddy said in a sly tone. "If you don't recall, it was Bonnie who told you that. Over the Fourth of July, remember?"

Bonnie dropped his ears and cowered behind Chica. "I-I was only k-k-kidding, F-Foxy..."

Chica stroked the top of the poor kit's head reassuringly and turned to Freddy, looking none-too-pleased with him. "And what's gotten into you that makes you so costume intolerant, Frederick?"

Freddy winced a bit at the full name, but he held his firm composure. "Foxy told me that you were going to stick me in a Little Red Riding Hood costume, and that he was going to eat me! But I don't want to be Little Red Riding Hood!"

Bonnie gasped loudly. "Freddy... You would choose to get eated instead of dressing up like Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Mm-hm!" the cub said defiantly, making Bonnie gasp again.

"You're so brave, Freddy..." he said softly, looking in awe upon his 'brother.'

Chica shook her head in disbelief and annoyance. She'd thought that her friends had kept their adult minds when their bodies were age-regressed, but she was beginning to question that idea. "Boys," she said in a tired voice, "I never said any of those things. You can be whatev-" She quickly caught herself before she made a fatal mistake. "You can dress up as almost anything you want, okay?"

She sighed in relief at the cheer that went up from her little ones. This would go a lot smoother, now that she had their full cooperation. She backed out of the candy aisle and began touring the store again, pointing out all the costumes that she found cute—which were all the ones that none of the Fazbabies wanted. But, after only forty-five minutes of pointing, arguing, and pleading, all three babies had finally selected their costumes. Freddy was to be a magician, Foxy a zombified crew-mate from the Pirates of the Caribbean, and Bonnie had selected—with the gentle urging of Chica—a little jack o' lantern costume.

They finally paid for everything (Chica made sure that Freddy didn't hear the amount she paid, as to avoid him getting upset and lecturing her on the importance of wisely spending money) and exited the store. After a few minutes of begging the Fazbabies had convinced Chica to allow them some time to play on the mall's playground. And there, who should they meet but Mangle, Blue, and Teddy.

"Mangle!" Chica squealed, rushing over to give her friend a loving squeeze. "What are you guys doing here?"

Mangle chuckled. "Chi's decorating our restaurant right now, so she kicked us out for the day. I figured we could go to the park, but since it's so cold outside, I thought here was a good substitute. What are you doing here? Halloween is in two days; shouldn't you be decorating, too?"

"I came out to get candy, the little ones' costumes, and a few more decorations and props. Mike is setting up the pizzeria now, though. Ooh, I can't wait for Halloween! I just love the spooky sense in the air, and all the neat costumes..."

Mangle grinned and nudged her with her elbow. "And all the chocolate you can eat without getting judged for it..."

The two females shared a laugh and began to talk about various other topics, while all the babies chatted in a giant plastic tunnel next to the slide.

"So, what are you babies doing here?" Blue asked, boredom dripping from his tone. "Getting all of your fattening sweets and silly dress-up clothes?"

Teddy laughed and punched his arm. "You're one to talk," he said with a grin. He turned to the three other Fazbabies. "He was just begging me for a taffy. Chi gave me a few since I'd been helping her out around the pizzeria."

"Saltwater taffy isn't just some bloody, calorie-stuffed piece of garbage like caramel and lollipops," Blue grumbled, crossing his arms.

"So, are ye two goin' t' dress up as well?" Foxy asked curiously. Really he just wanted to make Blue feel embarrassed, but there was a part in him that begged for an answer.

Teddy frowned. "Yeah, Chi's making us. Mangle is, too, but at least she has a bit of sense in what looks too... well, stupid is the word I'm looking for. I'm going to be a mob boss, and Blue..." He began to chuckle, which escalated into a giggle, and eventually he was having a full-on laugh attack.

Blue blushed and punched him in the arm to try and silence him, but to no avail. "Tell them, Bluey," he snorted.

"Yeah, you can tell us, and then we can tell you what we're gonna be!" Bonnie said excitedly.

Blue groaned, hid his face with his ears, and muttered some unintelligible garble.

"Say again?" Freddy asked, the suspense of it making him tremble. If Blue's costume both humiliated him and made Teddy laugh that hard, then it was bound to be something hilarious.

"Speak up, lad!" Foxy growled impatiently. "We ain't got all darn day, here. 'Sides, we'll see it on Hallows Eve anyhow, so yeh might as well come out 'bout it now!"

Finally Blue looked up at the roof of the tunnel, took a deep breath, and... "A hobo! Those ghastly females are forcing me to dress as a gosh diddly-darn hobo! Okay, are you happy now?"

Pinching himself to suppress a laugh, Freddy glanced at Teddy, in hopes of him silently confirming it. Then again, Blue certainly didn't have very much of a humorous side to him. Teddy tried to be sympathetic, but he couldn't even manage to pat the bunny's arm without cracking up again.

"Why'd they choose you a homeless guy costume?" Freddy asked slowly, as to not let a giggle escape from his lips.

With a scornful wave of his paw in no specific direction Blue scoffed, "Chi claims that I have the 'looks' of one. Which I find rather offensive!"

Teddy shrugged. "Or maybe she's getting revenge for you always being so bratty," he said with a grin.

"Prolly both reasons," Foxy snickered. Then he grew serious. "Tis a shame we canna celebrate Hallows Eve t'gether, us 'n' the Toys. That'd be great fun!"

Now Bonnie grew wistful. "Oh, yeah, that would! Then Chi could make those super yummy brownies, and Mangle could tell us sorta-spooky stories, and we could play with Teddy and Bluey and Mari and Goldie! If only there were two Halloweens a year . . . "

" . . . If only there were two Halloweens a year," Chica sighed. "Then we could spend one together and one with the public."

"I know what you mean," Mangle comforted, "but we do still get to spend all sorts of holidays together! Easter, Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, and Thanksgiving and Christmas, too, and those last ones are coming up fast! Halloween isn't really a family-related holiday, anyhow. But I do wish that we could spend it together. We just can't. We could have an after-party, if you wanted, next Sunday! Since we're always closed on Sundays."

Suddenly an idea began to form in Chica's head. Maybe... Maybe... "Maybe we could have a before-party!" she said, her voice slowly picking up speed. "Tomorrow, this Sunday! Then we can still have all of the decorations up, and we can have our own, personal, family party! And we can invite Jeremy, and Fritz, and the Shadow brothers with Goldie and Mari! What do you think?"

With a thoughtful grin Mangle pulled out her cell phone. "I think I'll call Chi right now and see what she thinks. If she gives the green light I'll call up everyone else. I can't wait!"

Author's Note

Well? What did y'all think? I'm really anxious to know! I love KudleyFan so, so, sosososososososo much, and I had SUCH a great time writing this! Kudley, if by some MAGICAL chance you're reading this story, I just want you to know that you are legitimately one of the greatest authors in all of history, and you mean the absolute world to me, and I hope this story isn't all that bad (I actually wrote it last Halloween, and I have done ZERO editing). Thanks for reading! I'm going to post three chapters, all 2-3 days apart, the final one on Halloween, so expect updates soon! See all of you amazing people real soon!