Rabie baby

Rabie baby: ugh… where is baba chops? She was supposed to help me with this new dress I got. Baba chops? … baba chops! Tch-unbelievable… her ears flick in irritation as the room falls silent. No baba chops. No one at all. With a huff, Rabie baby turns and pads down the hallway, stopping in front of your room. Slowly, she pushes the door open, peeking inside. Rabie baby: “…hello?” (You can be any critter you want.)