Goldilocks and the Three Parking Spaces

"Someone's parking in my space!" said Goldilocks, as she drove into the Morrison's carpark, the morning after a Big Night Out On The Town.

"Ugh?" said Aurora, whose face was stuck to the passenger side window with a small pool of sleep-induced dribble.

"I said...!" said Goldilocks. "Oh never mind, this one'll do."

She was just about to pull in to the adjoining space, when a family of bears nipped in, in their Citroen Bearlingo.

"Hey!" shouted Goldilocks, followed by some choice language most unbecoming of a fairytale character.

"Porridge-munching maniacs," she concluded, as she hightailed it to the other end of the carpark and handbrake-turned into a space that had just been vacated by a dwarf in a Datsun.

"Huh? Wha-?" said Princess Aurora, around a mouthful of drool-matted hair.

"Go back to sleep," said Goldilocks, as she switched off the engine and put on the handbrake.