You are Butterscotch, and you have a plan to give that dummy FV-3207 forever-sleepies and get your babies back!
“Mummah nu wookin’, time tu du it.” You whisper to yourself, sneaking up behind FV-3207 and giving it the worstest sorry-hoofies you can muster.
“Owwies! WOWSTEST OWWIES! HEWP! MOM-MEE!” It screams in pain as some weird clear liquid leaks from its not-fluff, as it tries to get away from you.
“Shuddu- Mummah! Dummah Eff-vee-sumfing was bein’ a dummeh, su gib wowstest sowwy-hoofies!” You explain nervously, turning around to see your human mummah tapping her foot and picking up FV-3207.
“Are you okay? What did she do? As for you, you’re getting the sorry stick.” Your mummah frowns, throwing you across the room to check on FV-3207.
You are a baby fluffy! You feel so sickies! You want your mummah!
“Mummah… Peep… Kaff! Kaff! Kaff!” You speak hoarsely, wigging your leggies towards you mummah.
“It oh-tay, bay-bee. Ebewyfing gon’ be oh-tay.” Your mummah smiles at you, holding you tightly before giving you a hug.
“Peep… Mummah? Peep… WAN MIWKIES NYOW! GIB BABBEH SMAWTY MIWKIES!” Another baby demands, stomping his hoof on the carpet.
“Nu am smawty, am jus’ smawt. Smawties am nu gud, teebee am say su.” Your mummah sighs, picking the baby up along with you and rocking you both.
“NU CAWE WHA’ DUMMEH TEEBEE SAY! Wan miwkies NYOW!” The other baby shouts, kicking your mummah gently with his hoof.
“Nu huwt mummah! Kaff! Kaff!” You yell, hugging your mummah’s arm.
“Nu cawe. Wan miwkies! Gib miwkies!” The other baby screams, puffing its cheeks.
“Mom-mee! Bay-bee bein’ bad!” Your mummah shouts, alerting your human mummah to the situation.
“Smawty babbeh wan miwkies NYOW! GIB MIWKIES!” The other baby yells, his attention directed to your human mummah.
“Oh, a smarty baby. FV-3207, give it replication-huggies. You’ve earned it for being a good parent.” Your human mummah directs, helping your mummah hold down the baby and open its mouth.
“Smawty nu wan bad huggies! Nu am fiwwy!” The other baby screams, visibly scared.
“Eff-vee-twee-tuu-zewo-seven git fiwstest wepwication-huggies? Fank 'ou, mom-mee!” Your mummah squeals, climbing into your sibling’s mouth.
What’s she doing, anyways?