NEVERMIND. I CAN'T TAKE IT! NOTE: IN THIS CHAPTER FREDDY'S LISP TAKES OVER VOWELS. WHEN HE DOES LISP.
"Okay. You've kept me up all night, and I'm frustrated." Goldie paced back and forth in front of his brother, except this time the cub had a concerned face. "I'm swrry... I dwdn't mwwn tw!" Freddy apologized, his lisp almost taking himself over. "I gwt scwrwd!" Freddy again was fiddling with his hat, unsure of how to make his brother feel better (although he forgot Goldie's his brother). "I know you were scared. But you can't go and take things that aren't yours!" Goldie stopped to look at the poor bear. He felt like such a jerk now. He scared his little brother who was no older then 1 year old, and now he was acting like his mother. "I knww, bwt I nwwdwd Fweddy tw fwwl all bwttwr." Freddy was definitely losing control over his lisp now. "Okay, fine. I forgive you. But promise me you'll try not to lisp anymore," Goldie held out his pinkie to Freddy. "What does that mwwn? Oops.." Freddy blushed. "Wrap your pinkie around mine and you can never, ever break the promise." Goldie just felt like a 6 year old now. Nodding, Freddy tried to wrap his furry finger around Goldie's, but being a few months old meant he struggled. "Here~" Goldie was singing now? Was it just him, or was the lack of sleep killing his dignity? "There we go." Successfully, Goldie had oddly wrapped the two fingers together. They both let go. "I can talk like you now!" Freddy happily cheered. Suddenly, a thought came to Freddy's mind. "I don't want to grow up." Freddy spit a bit when he talked without lisp- but that didn't bother Goldie. "Why not? It's really fun," Goldie was fake laughing now. "You get to play with big toys and you learn to walk. And guess what? No more crib or teething!" Goldie tried to think of things that would want him to grow up. "No. I want to stay little forever."