A Little Becky Will Do
By Douglas Helm and "Tuxedo" Will Wolfshohl

Those characters that are original and the story "A Little Becky Will Do" are copyrighted ©2009-2010 by Will Wolfshohl and Douglas Helm.

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Chapter 7 "Hello Little Cousin!"

'I can't believe I'm not six!' Rebecca Cunningham dwelled fiercely as she listened to Molly chatter away about Lucy. 'How can I be younger than my own daughter?' Yet the evidence seemed compelling. "I know she's Lucy, sweetie," she said softly, "I gave her to you, remember?"

"You were a grownup then," Molly observed. "She hasn't met you since you got little." She grinned. "So like I said, Lucy, this is Mommy..."

"Becky, Molly, call me Becky. We aren't playing house now."

'Becky? Mommy hates that name.' The golden-furred cub frowned. As far as she knew, only Baloo could get away with calling her mother that. Even Crystal's mother called her mother Rebecca! It seemed to prove that not only was her mother little but also she was acting very strange. She glanced towards where Baloo and the doctor were talking in low tones about something. She then smiled as a rogue thought suddenly struck her. "Hey!" she announced to the younger bearess, "I know what we can play!"

"What?" the brown-haired cub wondered. She too had a wary eye on the adults.

"We can play doctor, Becky," she supplied. The larger girl paused a moment to see if her mother would scold her for calling her by her first name before continuing, "You can be the doctor and give me a checkup and after, since I'll be a VERY good girl, you can give me a lollipop!"

"Nice try, Molly," her mother countered with grin, "But I'm keeping this one!" She held the treat out triumphantly. Her daughter pouted.

"Why can't I get a doctor visit?" the golden-furred cub whined to herself. She really wanted a lollipop.

Rebecca felt slightly guilty. She was about to offer the hard-earned treat to her daughter and then thought better of it. 'No, Molly was rude to me this morning.' Even still, she couldn't help feel this was a cheap excuse even though part of her wanted to eat the treat herself. Turning her attention to where Baloo and the doctor were talking, the brunette made a face. 'I wish I knew what Shere Kahn told the Doctor. Why would Dr. Pierce think Molly was me at first? She's much too big for kindergarten...' She still couldn't wrap her mind around their size difference. 'Does that mean he thought I looked four?' She grimaced, even saying that to herself made her stomach turn. 'Why the rouse? Unless Kahn actually thinks that Dr. Zivaldo won't be able to change me back. No, he's not that stupid a man. Irritating but not stupid.' She sighed. 'I don't have to worry about going to school.' Snorting, Rebecca muttered, "Who am I kidding?"

"What?" Molly wondered, "Kidding who about what, Mo... Becky." The little girl held her breath waiting for the explosion but it didn't come. 'Gosh, maybe Mommy IS sick.'

"Ms. Cunningham," Kit questioned softly, "What's going on?"

"Kit, I hate to say this but I think until we get this sorted out, you'd better call me..." She considered making it 'Rebecca' for a moment. Most of her friends called her Becky until high school though. Then her preferences slowly changed. Before that, 'Rebecca' was something only her parents would call her. "Call me Becky," the little brunette advised. It seemed more fitting.

"But I wouldn't feel right."

"I know, Kit, but it was hard enough explaining it to Dr. Pierce." 'Kit deserves an explanation. He saved my life.' "Having an older boy trotting around calling a 'little kid'..." She made a face referring to herself as such. "Ms. Cunningham would put a lot of people to wondering." 'I definitely understand what Molly sees in Kit.' She blushed.

The preteen looked unhappy but agreed by saying, "Okay, B-Becky, so what's going on?"

She noticed Baloo and the doctor coming over her way. "Kit, me 'n' Molly are just playin' with Lucy," the five year old answered trying to sound child-like then giggled.

"It was nice meeting you, Rebecca, Molly," Dr. Pierce declared. "Good-bye and stay healthy!" With that, the pediatrician left Higher for Hire. As soon as Baloo had shut the door, he let out a huge sigh.

"Papa Bear, what the heck's happening?" the confused sixth-grader hissed.

"Yeah!" Molly agreed, "Mommy's telling me 'n' Kit to call her 'Becky'!"

"Yeah and she's calling you 'Uncle Baloo'," Kit added. "So what gives?"

"We're trying to keep out of trouble," the smaller girl supplied. "But before we explain... Baloo, is it really true? Am I really five?" She hoped that the doctor might have retracted his statement.

"'Fraid so, Beckers. He had a chart and everything. Dr. Pierce told me he first thought Molly was you and that she was five."

"NOOOOOO!" Molly growled, screwing up her face and stomping her foot, "I'M SIX!" She quickly added, "And a half." 'I ain't no baby.'

"We know, Pigtails," the large pilot reassured Molly. "Anyhow, Becky, he figured you're healthy, if a mite small." Rebecca grumbled something that made the older girl giggle and Kit blink. Baloo wisely chose to ignore the barely audible remark. "He did say you were a precocious child."

"Pre... Pre... What's that mean?" Molly wondered.

"It means she's smart for her age, Molly," Baloo clarified, not mentioning he had had to ask that question himself.

"He thought I was smart for my age?"

"Yeah, he figures you could skip a grade or two." Rebecca couldn't help but puff herself in pride. Rarely did a man deign to tell her that she was intelligent.

"Okay, so now about all this other stuff?" Kit almost pleaded.

"We're trying to keep this under wraps so it won't cause problems for us," Rebecca explained. She didn't want to think of what the press would do if they got a hold of it. She'd likely end up in some government institution for the rest of her life.

"And that's the last thing us or ol' Kahny wants," Baloo put in.

"Huh?" Kit and Molly asked.

"That's right," Rebecca chirped. "Molly honey, we have to pretend, until I'm big again, that Baloo is my uncle, and that he's your daddy. And I'm your... li-little cousin almost sister... Becky."

"My daddy? Really?" Molly sounded excited. "Isn't that neat, Kit?"

"Um I s'ppose," was the preteen's reply. He did look plenty dubious though.

"Are you okay with this Ms... er-Re-Becky?" Kit asked, blushing as he stumbled over his desire to stay polite to the woman who was almost a mother to him yet do as she requested.

"Not much I can do really, Kit. Darn, I thought for sure I was at least SIX!" The child gave a disgusted snort. "I don't like what's happening either but there's not much we can do until Dr. Zivaldo cooks up a solution." 'If there ever is a solution.'

"Once Kahn gets Zivaldo to figure out a fix for his doohickey, we can go back to normal." 'The sooner the better.' He sighed. "Until then, Kahn wants us to keep it under our hats."

"Oh, I get it. It's a cover story like in those spy shows," Kit deduced. "We're playing make believe to cover up what's really happening, right Papa Bear?"

"Right," the big bear agreed.

"Mr. Khan wants it this way and I agree," Rebecca seconded. She walked over to her daughter and looked up into her blue eyes. "So Molly, would you do this? Please? It's really important."

"Sure, I can!" the older girl chirped with a grin. She gently patted her mother on the head and asked, "Does this mean I get to boss you around, BECKY?"

"Just a little." Baloo warned, "Just remember, Pigtails, your mom is going to get big again soon. I wouldn't push her too hard or you may never eat Frosty Pep again."

Molly turned to Rebecca who nodded. She was horrified that she might earn herself a lifetime ban from her favorite treat. The world might as well end if that calamity ever came to pass. Meanwhile, Rebecca had backtracked to a previous comment. "So the doctor said I might be able to skip a grade?"

'She's back on that.' "Sure, if you test out well in school in the next couple years."

"Why even worry about it, M-Becky?" the preteen asked his boss, "I mean we're gonna get you back to normal way before school starts." Unfortunately, Rebecca Cunningham didn't share the twelve year old's optimism.

Baloo looked down at the little girl holding his hand and smiled faintly. 'These two are so different. It's hard to tell they're mother and daughter.' Shortly after leaving Higher for Hire to head to the Cunningham apartment, Rebecca had taken Baloo's hand (ostensibly for looks) and walked contentedly beside him. Molly however, kept rushing ahead and frowning when Baloo called her back.

After the fifth time this happened, Rebecca scolded, "MOLLY ELIZABETH CUNNINGHAM! YOU STAY WITH BALOO!" Passers-by smiled; some even chuckled at the little girl scolding her big sister.

"Fine, MOMMY!" Molly retorted grumpily while crossing her arms, "But if you don't hurry, we'll be for-ever!"

"The kid does have a point, Becky," Baloo told the youngster.

"Well I can't help it if my legs are short!" Rebecca said defensively, "Blame that on Karnage!"

"Now don't you be gettin' sassy, little lady," he scolded. Molly giggled.

"Sorry," the five year old apologized and then for anyone listening added, "'Uncle Baloo'. I didn't think my apartment was this far though..."

"Like ya said, Becky, you got littler legs. But we can fix that in a jiffy," he declared. Before the little girl could inquire as to this magical solution, he lifted her from the ground and seated her on his shoulders.

"I'm too old for this, Uncle Baloo!" the five year old protested. She glanced downward then at the ground, which looked twenty feet away. She gave a squeal of terror before wrapping her arms about Baloo's head, thus covering his eyes. "I'm gonna fall!" she whined.

"Nah," Baloo assured her while gently removing the youngster's hands from his eyes. "Don't ya worry. Ol' Baloo would never let his little niece fall."

Molly had come back to the duo by then and commented, "That looks like fun. Me next, DADDY!"

"Well," the large bear declared, "Maybe if you're a good girl and hold Ba... Daddy's hand, I'll give you a ride back to the office."

The blond cub considered that for a moment and then gave in. She couldn't let her mother one-up her. 'Piggyback rides are for babies,' Molly scoffed as she was led by the hand down the street. She looked up at her kindergarten-sized mother atop Baloo and mentally shook her head. 'Mommy's acting so weird. One minute, she's scolding me and the next minute, she's being a baby.' It did look like her mother was having fun though. The little brunette was apparently pretending Baloo's ears were the yoke assembly of an airplane and she was "flying" down the street.

'Maybe if I'm good, Mommy will play with me later. She can be Danger Woman's faithful sidekick!' It would be fun having a sidekick who could actually do stuff, unlike her doll Lucy. 'Crystal won't play Danger Woman with me anymore.' That was mainly because Molly never allowed her friend to be Danger Woman. In the six year old's opinion, nobody was more fit in the role than she was.

"Rebecca," Baloo snapped a half-hour later, "Hurry up. We don't have time for a fashion show." His little boss had just come out of Molly's bedroom wearing yet another outfit. Being a typical male, he couldn't see what had been wrong with the last half-dozen outfits.

"Baloo, I'm trying to find something decent," Rebecca explained. 'Something to make me look older.'

"They all look fine," Baloo remarked.

Molly, who'd been sitting on the couch patiently until this point, decided to put her two cents in, "Mo-uh Becky... Hurry! I wanna go play." She had already picked out several pairs of overalls for herself.

"In a second, honey," Rebecca replied and tapped her chin, "Maybe some of Molly's older stuff will fit me." 'I got her some great stuff that she barely wore.' "I put them in boxes though but I can't remember where they are. Maybe up in the..."

"We don't have time to go looking either," Baloo firmly pointed out.

"Well, none of my normal clothes fit."

Baloo sighed. 'Why can't women be simple and wear shirts and pants like the rest of us?' He shook his head. "Beckers, I still don't get why you even tried your clothes. You knew darn well they wouldn't fit." 'Even most of Molly's stuff is loose on you.'

"I thought I could use a blouse like a dress, Baloo," she offered.

"And it looked ridiculous."

"Yeah, Becky, just like a circus tent!" the golden bearess piped up. That was what her mother told her the last time that she'd played dress-up in her clothes. And she's littler.

"Well what you have on now will do," Baloo seconded. "Time's a ticking and that cargo ain't moving on its own. You're the one always worried about OUR reputation."

"And when did you come so responsible, Baloo?"

"As the responsible adult," Baloo began.

"HAH!" was the bearess' retort. The big bear glared down at the petite five year old. "Oh, what a scary look!"

"Re-bec-ca..." The tone caused her to giggle. "You think it's funny?"

"Sure, how many times have I had to nag you about getting work done? Now you want to actually do work. What happened?"

"People can decide to change," Baloo said sternly with a scowl while crossing his arms.

"Oh... that reminds me, Uncle Baloo." Rebecca turned and started skipping toward Molly's room. "I saw that pretty blue on white Easter dress..." When she realized Baloo was following her, she stopped and turned to frown at him. "What are you doing, mister?"

"Proving I can be responsible, my little niece," he responded. Lifting up the girl, he started carrying her towards Molly's bedroom.

"What do you mean?" the brunette asked nervously.

"I mean that you obviously aren't going to make a choice so as the RESPONSIBLE adult here, I'm gonna make it for you so we can go."

Kit Cloudkicker wiped his brow as he and Wildcat maneuvered the last of the crates into the hold. 'It's packed to the gills!' the cub thought as he looked around, 'And to think we gotta come back and pick up more this afternoon.' He frowned and glanced at his watch and then the sky. 'Where's Baloo? He said he wouldn't be long.'

"Everything's tighter than a rusty bolt, Kit," Wildcat reported as he squeezed between two crates.

"How are the engines?"

"Purring like kittens," the lion replied. "And the tanks are full."

"That's good," Kit said. "I wish Baloo would hurry and get back."

"He'll be okay," the mechanic assured him, "He's fought Air Pirates ya know."

"Yeah but I don't know how he'll handle two little girls."

Wildcat had an answer for that one. "Read them a story and put them down for a nap."

Thankfully, from Kit's perspective, he heard a familiar voice approaching the Higher for Hire office. Running out of the plane and up the dock, he spotted Baloo, Molly, and Rebecca coming down the street. 'Oh no...' Kit moaned upon seeing Molly's Danger Woman outfit - colander, red cape, and spatula. She was riding atop Baloo's shoulders proclaiming at the top of her lungs "Evil doers beware!"

'Poor Baloo!' The preteen nearly snickered when he caught sight of Rebecca. It wasn't the fact that the recently regressed owner of Higher for Hire was sitting atop some clothes in a little red wagon Molly owned. It was being pulled by Baloo. It wasn't even the fact that her shoulder-length hair was now in pigtails much like her daughter's. It was the puffy pink dress with white lace that she was wearing that made him snicker. 'Boy! How'd Baloo get her into THAT!' However the big bear had managed it, little Rebecca was looking less than pleased at her predicament. 'She does look kinda cute.' He wondered sometimes if Rebecca was a little too tomboyish.

"Go bludgeon someone else's eardrums for a bit, Pigtails," Baloo ordered as he set the child on her feet and gave her a gentle push towards the office door.

"I'm Danger Woman, Daddy!" Molly protested.

"So I've noticed, pumpkin," Baloo answered dryly and then turned to Kit, "Cargo loaded, Li'l Britches?"

"Sure is!" Kit answered. "You set, Baloo?"

"Yeah, just gotta make sure Wildcat will stay inside to handle any customers that show up."

"I can do that!" Rebecca volunteered from her place in the wagon.

"I said show up, Beckers," he corrected to the youngster. "You can handle the phones okay, but nobody will wanna talk to a little kid about business." Rebecca had to admit that Baloo was right. After a moment, she got out of the wagon and followed her daughter (now cousin) into the office.

Kit took the opportunity to whisper, "So whose idea was the pigtails?"

Baloo grinned. "She was taking forever dressin' so I chose an outfit for her. She got sassy so..."

"Pigtails," Kit surmised, "You realize she's gonna make you pay when things get back to normal."

"I dunno, kid, I think she likes them actually. They're like Molly's," Baloo countered. "Come on. Let's finish up so we can pull chocks."

Rebecca Cunningham was trying to focus on paperwork as she sat at her desk but things kept distracting her. She glanced up after she heard Molly's giggling floating in through the open office window. Wildcat's laughter followed. 'This is SO boring!' the five year old businesswoman whined, 'But there's no way Baloo could do this right.' Even as she thought that, her eyes wandered wistfully towards the open window and the sunshine outside. 'It's not fair!' If she were really a little girl, she would be out there playing too without a care in the world. Another giggle from her daughter drew the former adult off of her desk chair toward the window.

As she approached it, she couldn't see anything. At her new stature, the petite girl's eyes did not clear the windowsill. 'Darn, I'm too short now...' she thought as she turned away from the window, 'I can fix that!' Marching into the small kitchen, she went over to the table. 'I'll just take this chair out and then I can see what those two are up to!' It would have been far easier to simply go outside but her pride would not allow her do that. She had told Molly to go outside and play so she could "work in peace". Therefore, the boss of Higher for Hire did not want to explain to her inquisitive six year old why she wasn't working.

'Molly thinks being a grownup is great,' the pigtailed brunette groused and grunted as she drug the chair back into the main office. It was much heavier than she remembered. 'She doesn't realize that grownups have to do stupid, BORING, paperwork just so that you can buy stuff. Kids get to run and play all day.' Rebecca paused. 'Maybe I should give her an allowance... and make her save up for Frosty Pep...' The thought of ice cream made her think of a sundae and that, of course, led to an intense craving to have one. 'NO!' she told herself sharply, 'It's too early in the morning. Rebecca Cunningham, you're just going to check on Molly and then get right back to work.'

Maneuvering the chair under the window, Rebecca knelt atop it, thus enabling her to look out the window. Out in the harbor, she spotted two tugboats attempting to maneuver a large ship and became fascinated by their actions. Her mind started to wander and soon she forgot completely about checking on Molly.

Meanwhile, the call of nature interrupted Molly Cunningham's play outside. She was heading back inside when she spotted her mother at the window. The golden-furred cub frowned. 'Mommy said she had to work, but she's just staring...' She stopped and turned following her mother's gaze to see what she was looking at. There were only a few boats and seagulls, i.e. nothing interesting to look at. 'Grownups are weird,' the six year old decided. Turning back, she was surprised to see her mother was gone from the window. 'Mommy's not grownup though.'

The little girl frowned. 'How'd Mommy see out the window?' Molly knew she could barely see over it herself. The girl got her answer after she entered the office proper and turned towards the stairs. There she spotted a chair next to the window partially blocking the stairway. 'Oooo!' the bear cub thought as she pulled the chair to the side to get by. 'If I did that, Mommy would be SO mad! And she always scolds ME for not sitting on a chair properly.'

Still fuming at the unfairness of it, she hurried upstairs and was dismayed to find her mother already in the bathroom. "Mommy," Molly whined while crossing her ankles, "Are you almost done?" There wasn't any response. "Mommy!"

"Um...?"

"Becky!" Molly asked while flexing her knees.

"Uh, oh Molly honey, what is it?"

"Are you done? I gotta go!"

"Oh sure, Molly," her little mother replied and quickly finished up. "I don't know what happened," she explained as she washed her hands, a rather stressful and tedious process to Molly who was still bouncing in the doorway. "One second I was fine and the next!"

"I know...!" the restless six year old squirmed, "Can you hurry? Please?"

"Right... Sorry," Rebecca said with an apologetic look and left the bathroom.

"Close the door!" Molly shouted. Giggling, her "cousin" complied.

'What's the big deal? We're both girls.' Before her adult part could mount a protest, she was distracted by the ringing of the telephone. "Okay okay, I'm coming!" she shouted as she ran down the hall. She started down the stairs but made herself slow down and hold the banister. Those steps were a lot higher. "Stupid thing I said I was coming!"

Going over to her desk, the five year old brunette lifted up the receiver and grabbed a pencil at the same time, before answering, "Good morning. Thank you for calling Higher for Hire. This is Rebecca Cunningham. How may I help you?"

"Well, aren't you a polite little girl," came the voice from the other end of the phone, "Is your mommy or daddy around?"

She frowned at the phone. "I'm the owner of Higher for Hire. How may I assist you today, sir?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the phone before the caller chuckled. "Come on, sweetie. Please let me talk to your mommy or daddy. I need some cargo shipped Friday and I want this done right. I have no time for children's games."

"I'm the boss here," Rebecca hissed grumpily.

"I'm sure you are, little girl," was the reply with a chuckle. "Well, I'll call back later I suppose... if I don't find another cargo company first."

"Sorry sir... Just... Please hold a second and I'll get Uncle Wildcat," she pleaded. 'I can't lose business!' Putting the receiver down, the five year old sprinted for the door. 'Now where would Wildcat be?'

"How do you think Ms. Cu-I mean Becky is doing?" Kit asked as they were eating lunch. Both bears had decided to eat lunch on the go rather than find someplace to stop over. They were flying at 10000 feet about an hour out of Cape Suzette.

"I just hope Molly doesn't rope her into some harebrained idea," Baloo replied before stuffing another half sandwich into his mouth. After chewing for a few moments, he washed it down with some soda pop. "You know," the big bear commented while unwrapping another sandwich, "Beckers did a decent job on makin' us lunch." 'It's not up to her normal standards though.'

"Mine isn't bad," Kit agreed, "I just can't tell what it is." He gave it another sniff and then took another bite. 'Tastes like tuna fish and hot peppers...'

Baloo just grinned, "I know what ya mean. Anyway, I think Rebecca'll do okay except if any customers show up. I just hope she can act really good then."

Kit glanced at his chart and then the compass. "Five degrees port, Papa Bear. We're drifting."

"That's what I get for driving with my knees," the gray bear grumbled. He wrapped the remains of his sandwich up in wax paper and stowed it before taking the yoke with both paws.

His navigator nodded. "So, uh Papa Bear?"

"Yeah, Li'l Britches?"

"I was wondering... What's this Clem thing? You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna."

Baloo sighed but then chuckled and shook his head slowly. Glancing at his watch, he settled himself more comfortably and explained, "Okay, Kit... See... that was one time when MY pride got the better of me." He smiled faintly. "Becky entered herself and the Seaduck into a race. I don't rightly remember what the fight was about we had but she went off and entered it. 'Course, I wasn't gonna let anything happen to my baby here..." He gently patted the yoke. "But Beckers didn't want me involved so I dressed up as... a girl."

"What?" the preteen demanded.

"Just to keep an eye on her." His companion started to laugh at the image his big friend cross-dressing. "Yeah, it was pretty ridiculous, called myself Clementine. It was a good thing that I did join up. One of the other pilots, a guy by the name of Cold Hands Luke, was trying to hit on Rebecca and when that didn't work, he tried to sabotage the planes so he'd win."

"You guys won, right?"

"I hope to kiss a duck we did," Baloo declared, "Or I should say Miss Clementine and Rebecca won it. So every now and then, Becky will bring it up."

"Thanks for trusting me, Papa Bear." Kit finished his lunch with a smile and the occasional chuckle. He looked down at the ground and spotted several lakes. "I bet there would be some nice fishing around here."

"You're probably right, kid," the big pilot agreed.

The duo was silent for a few minutes before Kit asked, "Think we'll ever get back to normal, Baloo?"

"Hope so, Li'l Britches," Baloo replied, "But if I learned one thing being around Becky, it's not too early to plan for the worst."

"What do you mean?" The preteen cub asked his friend.

Baloo took a deep breath, held it, and then allowed it to ease out in a long sigh. "Kit, I think I'm gonna let you land our next stop."

"Me?" Kit squeaked even as fear and excitement boiled within him.

Rebecca yawned mightily and then blinked. "I don't know why I'm so tired," she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes. "I didn't do that much today."

"Playin' is hard work," Wildcat offered as he gathered up the dirty dishes and put them in the sink. "Maybe you should take a nap."

"But what if a customer calls? Or they come to the door?" the little brunette protested.

"None of 'em wanna talk with you, Becky," Molly pointed out. She hadn't meant the remark to be cruel. She was just pointing out a fact. Nevertheless, the smaller girl suddenly felt her eyes misting over.

'I'm not going to cry! They're all stupid thinking I'm a little kid. So I LOOK like a five year old,' she whined as she blinked hard to clear her vision, 'That doesn't mean I AM a little kid!' Molly didn't see it.

"I think Molly should take a nap too," Wildcat suggested seeing Rebecca upset.

"Hey! I'm not a baby!" the golden-furred cub protested.

"Nope but yeah gotta recharge your batteries, Molly. And after your nap, you can play some more!" the mechanic offered.

"I..."

"I think that's a good idea, Wildcat. I am sleepy for some reason," the five year old brunette agreed. "Just an hour and then I can play with you, Molly. What do you say?"

"Well... Okay Becky..." the older cub agreed reluctantly.

"Maybe when Baloo gets back, we'll get Kit to take us for ice cream," Rebecca offered as a compromise. "I mean if we take a nap now, we won't be sleepy when he gets back, will we?"

"Nope!" Molly agreed. The six year old got off her chair and went to the door before turning back, "Well, hurry up, Becky!"

'Hah!' Rebecca thought, 'I might be little but I'm still sneaky!'

Moments later, both young bearesses were up in their room. Rebecca pulled off her dress and climbed onto the bed where she lay down with a yawn and closed her eyes. Molly laid down beside her mother and hugged the younger girl as she snuggled closer.

"Sleep well, Molly."

"You too, Becky," the six year old replied and closed her eyes. The golden-furred cub laid quietly and listened to her mother's slow breathing. After a few minutes, she could tell her mother was sound asleep. Smiling a little to herself at her deception, Molly eased herself up and moved quietly off of the bed making sure not to disturb her mother. She was about to leave the bedroom when she decided to do something nice and put her doll Lucy down beside her slumbering mother.

'Danger Woman has to go on a super secret mission!' Molly had already decided. 'I'm a big girl and don't need no nap.' She quietly donned her Danger Woman guise. ''Sides, 'little Becky's' asleep. She won't ever know I didn't take a nap and I'll get Frosty Pep and a date with Kit!' This thought made Molly practically dance out of the room as she carefully closed the door behind her.

Coming next in Chapter 8 "A Cookie and a Piece of Toast"

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