That same night, Brad is sleeping, curled up in his bed Tuukka made, which is a cardboard box you can find in a package of water bottles and a blanket for comfort. He then wakes up, looking around the dark room. "Aiy, chihuahua, I'm now hungry," he mutters to himself. "I shall go find a midnight snack."
He jumps out of his bed, landing on four paws and crawls out of the room, sliding down the railing of the staircase onto the kitchen counter top that is below the cabinets. He is able to see well in the dark, since he is a honey badger and honey badgers have night vision!
"Hmmm..." Brad scratches his chin, thinking hard of what he wants to eat. "Where's the...honey?" He looks up at an open cabinet, spotting a jar of honey in it. "Aha! Found it!" He gets onto his two legs and slides on top of the counter top towards the cabinet. Then he climbs on the side of it, crawling into the cabinet. He grabs the jar of honey and hugs it. "Yay!" Then he smirks. "Now bread." Brad throws the jar, which was luckily plastic, at the main counter with a soft THUMP! "Stay there!" he tells the jar.
Brad makes a leap over to the refrigerator, holding onto its black handles for life. He tries as hard as he can to pull open the door, but it was too hard for him. "Oh my..." With one final grunt, the door swings open, making him lose grip of the handle. "Yay...!" he exclaims, trying to get ahold of the handle again, but couldn't. "AHHHH!!!" He falls onto the ground, but then climbs into the fridge, grabbing the plastic bag of bread with his mouth. "Fof feh." He climbs up onto the counter top, laying the bread next to the honey, which was laying on its side. (Got it.)
"Okay, now let's get cookin'!" Brad presses the jar's side with his paw and places it right side-up. Then he tries to unscrew the lid, but had the hardest time since he has paws, not hands. "Oh my burritos, how can I get this open?" Claws pop out from his paws. "Aha!" He places his claws beneath the lid and pops the lid open, letting it fly off the counter. "That works." He puts his claws away.
Brad looks down into the pool of the golden, sticky liquid. "Hmmm..." He dips his paw into the jar and takes it out, looking at it excitedly. Then he walks over to the bread and starts spreading the honey on the bread while whistling Bailando.
A few minutes later, Brad finishes making his honey sandwich. "All good!" He takes a bite of it, tasting the sweet goodness of the honey. He loves it so much that his tail beings swishing back and forth, accidentally knocking the jar of honey onto the tile floor with a loud CLANCK!!! Brad's eyes widen as he looks down at the jar, which was luckily closed. "Whew, that was close!"
Meanwhile upstairs, Tuukka is sleeping until a loud CLANCK!!! that snaps him out of his slumber. He gets up begrudgingly and storms downstairs into the kitchen, which is dark. He hears some chewing and turns on the light, catching Brad eating red-handed.
"EEPP!!" Brad stops eating with a frighten look.
Tuukka just stares at him seriously.
"Heh, heh..." Brad pulls his sandwich close to him anxiously.
"What Brad doing?" Tuukka asks.
"Eating." Brad drops his sandwich onto the countertop.
Tuukka crosses his arms. "At two o'clock in morning?"
"Yesss." Brad makes an embarrassed look with his tail wrapped around his bottom paws.
"Hmmm..." Tuukka thinks for a moment. "Just don't make sound." He turns around and walks back upstairs.
"Okay, okay, sorry, sorry... Wait! Can you turn off the light...?" Brad just stands there all alone in the light. "Oh well." He picks up his sandwich and continues eating. "Yummy!"

The next morning, Tuukka, Brad, and the pony are gathered at the countertop, making their own sandwiches.
"Here is sandwich for Pony." Tuukka gives a carrot sandwich to the pony, which looks at it cross-eyed.
It just takes the sliced carrots out and eats those, leaving the bread on the plate.
"Tuukka want honey." Tuukka reaches for the jar of honey and unscrews it. He looks down at it with disgust. "What is black stuff?"
Brad looks up from eating his honey sandwich. "What black stuff?"
"This." Tuukka takes a spoon and scoops up a spoonful of honey that is covered with black fur.
"Oh, whoops! That must've been me... Heh, heh..."
Tuukka shoots Brad a serious look. "Use lusikka next time." He pushes the jar over to Brad and reaches for the raspberry jam. "But never use jam." (spoon)
"Oh, so this is mine?" Brad points to the jar of honey.
"Yea. Tuukka don't eat fur. And you don't eat jam." Tuukka unscrews the lid of the jam.
"Yesss!!!" Brad dunks his sandwich into the jar and eats it. "I don't know why, but ever since I've turn into a honey badger, I've always been craving for honey!!!" He dips his paw in the honey and licks it off it the paw.
Tuukka and the pony looks at Brad weirdly.
"Whaaa?" Brad looks at them with narrowed eyes. "Eat your breakfast--don't mind me."
So they continue eating breakfast.