Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.
"Mama, s'maddy nyam me porridge!!" he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his bowl, and it is also empty.
"A who eat mi porridge?!!" he roars.

Mama Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells at the top of her voice, "Ah me get up first and wake up evrybody else ina de house. A me mek de tea. A me wash up di dish dem and put weh everyting. A me go out inna de cold morning air an get de newspaper. A me set de table. A me feed di dawg dem. An a now unuh decide fe drag oono sorry bear-ass downstairs and grace mi kitchen wid unuh grumpy self! Well mek mi tell oonu dis once an far all ... MI NUH MEK DE **** PARRIDGE YET!!"