Hey! Thanks to Cwoods1997 for reviewing the last chapter and to Keyla Blue CB for favouriting and following.

Heads up: There's some swearing in this chapter and probably the whole story, which is why I've changed it to a 'T' rating. I'll try not to use it to often though. I think Goldie's the sort of person who swears in her head a lot, but not out loud. [Mama wouldn't tolerate it for one...]

I don't own Goldi and the Bears. This incarnation belong to Dreamworks.

25/02

We finally checked out the pie factory today. Properly I mean, not just breaking into it. There were people running round outside carrying ingredients and pies and driving trucks. They looked terrified as we approached - as they SHOULD do - and one of them nervously asked what we wanted.

"We heard you're looking for new management." I said, leaping of Papa's back.

"Well...erm-" The young girl looked nervously at a tall women with glasses who reminded me of the old women who ran my horrible orphanage. Right bitch she was.

I sized her up immediately. "You." I said, pointing at her. "You in charge here?"

She nodded, mouth looking tighter than a tight thing.

"Wrong. We are. What's your name?"

"Rosemary."

"Well, Rosie, you gonna show us round or what?"

She scowled, but nodded and led us over towards the keyboard and started to type a code in. It was so obvious, I could see see what she was going to do, but I waited because, why not? She typed two numbers in, then her hand darted across to the alarm code on the keyboard and pressed it.

They must have been watching the CCTV or something, because the door opened and 6 guys and two girls came charging out waving various implements in the air. They'd clearly just grabbed the nearest thing to them. One of them had a ladle for crying out loud! Like, what are you going to do? Soup me to death!?

Papa roared and lashed out, catching one of the guys across the face and sending him flying into the wall.

Mama leapt forward and pinned one of the girls to the ground, using her teeth to rip the saucepan out her hands and throw it away. It whacked one of the guys in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Baby easily dodged the knife one of the guys was trying to stab him with and grabbed him round the middle before flinging him at the wall.

I had the other girl run straight at me , raising the ladle in the air menacingly and yelling. I leapt out the way just before she hit me and landed on one side of her. I stuck my leg out, tripping her up, took the ladle of her and whacked her in the back. Didn't want her getting up again, obviously.

There was a yell from behind me [I love it when people yell before attacking. Makes it SO much easier] and I turned to see a big guy running at me with a knife. No time to dodge out the way, so I dropped to the floor and curled up, making myself into a ball. He was so close he didn't have time to stop and tripped over me.

As soon as he hit the floor, I snatched the knife up and pointed it at him. "Try that again. I dare ya."

He didn't and cowered on the floor. I nodded. "That's what I thought." I looked round to see the whole gang of idiots had been taken down and nodded approvingly. "Just right. Now-" I pointed my staff at Rosemary, who looked terrified. "-stop mucking about and give us the tour, right?"

She nodded and quickly keyed in the correct code, so in we went. The inside of the factory was MASSIVE, one of the biggest places I've ever seen in my whole life. Even bigger than the orphanage. [and just about as welcoming]

Everywhere you turned there were pictures of Jack Horner looking smug. Sometimes he had his thumb in a pie and other times he looked utterly deranged. I snorted. "They'll have to go."

The women nodded slightly.

"Could we repaint this?" Mama asked, indicated the hallway. "Purple is so garish."

Rosemary said we could do anything we're like, seeing as we're now in charge. Now those are words I LOVE to hear.

We were shown to the main place where they finish the pies off. Now the kitchen, somewhere else. Production line, that's the word. We were presented with three pies. We all looked at each other then at Rosemary.

"Mr Horner always used to test if the pies were ready by sticking his thumb into them." Rosemary explained. "And now you're in charge..."

The rest of my family looked at me. Well, no way was I sticking my thumb into a pie - it was hot for one thing - so I ordered Baby to do it instead.

"What? Why have I gotta do it?" He whined.

Papa whacked him round the head. "Do as she says."

"Ok, ok." Baby stepped closer and sniffed the air. "They smell dead nice." He said, to the chefs who all smiled. Something tells me they hadn't been complimented on their work before. Then Baby sniffed each one and promptly said. "Yeah they smell fine."

"What!?" I said, hotly. "You don't even know what they are!"

Baby glared and stuck his nose in the air. "I do to - watch." And THEN he points to them all in order and says. "Apple, Pumpkin and Chicken And Leek."

And annoyingly he was RIGHT. I hate it when Baby's right about something - he doesn't shut up about it for AGES.

Papa smiled proudly and clapped him on the back with a: "Chip of the old block, he is."

By this point it was clear the chefs had warmed up to us and even Rosemary was looking less cat-bum like.

"Would you like to see the bedrooms?" She asked.

So turns out there's a whole upstairs bit that isn't technically part of the factory and that was where Jack Horner and the rest of the Bakers Dozen slept, so 14 rooms in all. [I said it was a massive factory.]

Jack Horner had had the biggest room [he needed it. He was MASSIVE.] It had an ensuite and a massive king-sized bed. The only downside is that it was completely purple.

"Me an' your mother will have this one then." Papa said, in a tone that booked no arguments.

The rest of the rooms ranged in sizes. The smallest literally was a bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table with three dwares.

Me and Baby looked at each other, then he yelled. "Last one to the big one's a rotten egg!" And he sprinted off.

I yelled and dashed after him, but he must have REALLY wanted that room because he easily out-ran me. Even me threatening to kill him didn't slow him down.

I got in there and he was already lying star-fish style on the bed, getting his disgusting Baby germs all over it. So I ended up with the third biggest, which was roughly about the size of our ENTIRE cottage. AND it had it's own bathroom To be fair, that was probably what I was most excited about.

So at least we've got somewhere to stay when we work here, and tomorrow we're gonna start putting this place to rights.