Once upon a time, Goldilocks had kind of, sort of, not really broken into the bear family's house. She ate their porridge, broke Baby Bear’s chair, and slept in their beds.

Lost in her deep slumber, she was unaware as the three bear family returned from their morning walk, surprised to find their front door left ajar.

Papa bear was the first to notice something was amiss. "Someone’s been eating my porridge," he boomed. He was pretty miffed about it too.

Mama Bear, rolling her eyes at him, went to her bowl. “Someone’s been eating my porridge too!” she exclaimed. Clearly, the crime scene was widening.

Baby Bear, already guessing what he would find, whimpered, "Someone’s eaten all my porridge!" That was no surprise, his porridge had honey and berries in it. Way cooler than plain oat porridge.

But the curiosity didn't stop at the breakfast table. It then moved onto the living room. Papa Bear’s sturdy oak chair was untouched, which made him feel very important.

Mama Bear’s chair, slightly less sturdy but still in one piece, was exactly how she left it. But Baby Bear’s teeny, tiny chair was another story.

Baby Bear looked at his chair, now in pieces, and then back at his parents. “Someone's broken my chair!" he exclaimed. He considered starting a detective agency.

The Bears, now slightly unnerved, decided to check the final room—their bedroom. Papa Bear checked his bed first, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed."

Mama bear sighed. It wasn't like they couldn't change the sheets. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too." At least they hadn't borrowed her favorite quilts.

Baby Bear, now expecting the worst, whispered, "Someone's sleeping in my bed right now!" And there she was – Goldilocks, all curled up and comfortable.

The three bears huddled together, and after much discussion, decided on a humorous plan to wake up the uninvited guest. A bit of payback was in order.

Papa Bear had the honor of setting their plan into motion. He squeezed into Baby Bear's old clown costume, the one he used on his last birthday.

Mama Bear found some leftover Halloween makeup and set to work on Papa Bear's face. After a few minutes, he looked like a truly terrifying circus performer.

Baby Bear giggled at his father's transformation but he was last to get ready. He found a giant banana costume that he got from a school play.

So here they were, three bears dressed in ridiculous costumes ready to give Goldilocks the fright of her life. They couldn't wait to see her reaction!

They carefully crowded around the bed where Goldilocks lay fast asleep, totally unaware of the surprise that awaited her. With a sly wink, they cleared their throats and started to sing.

They sang in a terrible, off-key chorus, shaking the bedroom with their growling voices. They might not have won any music awards, but they certainly had the intended effect.

Goldilocks' eyes shot open, and what she saw was beyond anything she'd ever imagined. She blinked once, twice, but the bizarre sight just wouldn't go away.

There stood a clown with a scary painted face, a witch, and strange banana-like creature serenading her in a creepy manner. She screamed, jumped out of bed, and made a dash towards the door.

The bears couldn’t hold back their laughter. They laughed so hard, they had tears streaming down their faces. They watched as Goldilocks dashed out the door and disappeared into the woods.

As the laughter died down, the bears looked at each other. They couldn’t believe their plan had worked! “Well, that’s one way to deal with trespassers,” Papa Bear chuckled.

Mama bear chuckled back, “It should be a while before she decides to break into another house!” Meanwhile, Baby bear was already thinking about his next amazing costume.

After that day, the Bear family became famous in the forest for their unique way of dealing with intruders. And Goldilocks, she learnt her lesson and wouldn't dare to invade anyone’s house again.

And what became of Baby Bear’s detective agency, you may ask? Well, let’s just say he’s currently investigating The Case of the Disappearing Honey-Pot. And that’s another story for another day.