regret it, okay?”

Baloo saluted her, and then crossed his heart. “Cross my heart, and hope to diaper,” he replied.

Rebecca groaned, and went back into her office.

Baloo then wrapped the baby up in its blanket, and placed it into its crib, speaking in baby-talk. “Now you be a good wittle boy for unca Balooie, little mister… ” He paused, wondering what to call the kid since he didn’t know his name. “Old Babaloo is just gonna go get a new tricy for us to take you outsy for a wittle while. Oke doke… Baby Britches.”

The baby gave a little gurgle, to which Baloo gave the kid an affectionate pat on the head, tickled him under the chin, and then tiptoed out of the room.

A few seconds after Baloo had left, a tiny pair of orange hands raised themselves out of the crib, gripped onto the side of the baby’s bed, and struggled to pull themselves up. Less than a few moments later, the head of a cute little baby Fox was sitting up in the crib, a look of pure rage on its face…

‘GENIE!!!!!!’ Don Karnage wailed, resisting the urge to start bawling and accidentally wetting himself.

By Lee Salpietro

Colour By Equigoyle

To Be Continued...

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