Read this story out loud exactly, I mean, exactly as it's written below. You've never heard Goldielocks told like this! Try not to get muxed ip…   
BUDDY 

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GOLDIBEAR AND THE THREE LOCKS

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ONCE A TIME UPON, THERE LIVED IN A FARAWOODS WAY, THE BEAR THREES. THERE WAS THE BAPA PEAR, THE BAMA MEAR AND THE LITTLE BEARBY BABE.

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NOW, THIS GRAMILY OF FIZZLIES HIVED LAPPILY FOR A TONG, TONG LIME, WEEP IN THE DOODS IN A LITTLE LOUSE MADE OUT OF HOGS.

 

THINGS WERE FINE UNTIL ONE MORNING WHEN THEY SAT DOWN TO POUR THEIR EATAGE. THE BATHER FEAR SAID, "MY PORRIDGE IS HOO TOT!" THE BOTHER MEAR PASTED HER TORRIDGE AND SAID, "THIS IS HAR FOO TOT!" AND THE BITTLE LABY BEAR SAID, "MY PORRIDGE IS HED ROT FIKE A LURNACE!"

 

SO, THE BEAR THREES DECIDED TO GO FOR A LONG WOODS IN THE WALK TO LET THEIR CORRIDGE POOL. 

 

WELL, NO GOONER HAD THEY SONE WHEN THERE CAME A DOCK, DOCK, DOCK AT THE NOOR OF THEIR HOG LOME. AND OF COURSE, YOU KNOW WHO THAT WAS – LOLDIGOCKS, AND SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A PLESTING RACE, SO SHE WENT IN TO THE HEAR'S BOME. 

 

BUT, ALL SHE FOUND WERE THE THREE POURS OF BOWLEDGE, SO SHE TASTED THEM. THE FIRST WAS HOO TOT, AND THE SECOND WAS HIPING POT, BUT THE THIRD RIGHT WAS JUST BOWL!

 

THEN LOLDIGOCKS WAS STARTING TO DEEL FOZY SO SHE WALKED INTO THE RARE'S BEDBOOM WHERE SHE SAW BEE LITTLE THREDS. NOW, THE BIRST FED WAS HOO TARD, AND THE BECOND SED WAS SOO TOFT, BUT THE RIGHT LITTLE THED WAS JUST BIRD! SO, SHE LAY DOWN AND FELL SAST AFLEEP – IN FACT, SHE SNARTED TO STORE!

 

JUST THEN THE BEE THREARS CAME HOME TO POUR THEIR CHECKAGE AND THE BAPA PEAR SAID, "SOMEONE'S BEEN OATING MY EATMEAL." AND THE BAMA MEAR SAID, "SOMEONE'S BEEN POURING MY EATAGE." AND THE LITTLE BEARBY BABE SAID, "HEY SOMEONE'S BEEN GRAMPLING MY SANOLA!"

 

NOW THE BARE THREES WERE SPI-SUCIOUS… AND THEY DECIDED TO CLIMB THE CARE-STACE TO THEIR REDBOOM… THE BATHER FEAR SAID, "SOMEOENE'S BEEN BEDDING IN MY SLEEP." THE BOMMA MEAR SAID, "SOMEONE'S BEEN BEEPING IN MY SLED." AND THE LITTLE BEARBY BABE SAID, "SOMEONE'S BEEN CROOZING IN MY SNIB! … AND THERE SHE IS!"

 

WELL, WHEN LOLDIGOCKS SAW THOSE BEAR THREES SHE LOUD OUTSCREAMED AND WAN ALL THE HAY ROME…

 

AND SO GOYS AND BIRLS, THE STOREL OF THE MORY IS… IT'S NOT POLITE TO EAT AND RUN … UNLESS YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE AN APPETIZER FOR A BUNGRY HUNCH OF GEROCIOUS FRIZZLIES!

 

EE THEND