Cookie Chaos

They stood across the table from each other, staring at one another not moving. At last, the one with the scraggly beard and hair blinked as his blue companion laughed, as his friend was tricked, since he can’t blink anyways.1

“We make cookies NOW,” he laughed, heading off towards the kitchen. “C is for cookies, c is for cookies.”2

“Blast that monster and his cookies,” Captain Jack said while taking a swig from his bottle of rum that he always kept with him.3

“Cookies! I like the cookie!” came a high pitched squeal as a squirrel came down through the chimney, covered in soot.4

The squirrel ran around the living room shouting “cookies!” before running into the side of the couch. “I like the cookies!” he shouted one more time before running up into the chimney.5

“That was just weird. I better lay off the rum,” Jack said shaking his head. He looked at his bottle and gave a shrug, taking a deep drink of it before joining the Cookie Monster in the kitchen.6

“I hate cookies,” Jack mumbled as he took a step inside the kitchen. Immediately, he felt something hit his chest and break. Looking down, he saw an egg oozing its way down his front.7

“How can you hate cookies? They are good for you, uh huh,” Cookie Monster said as he mixed something in a bowl.8

“If they’re good for you, then why are you not allowed to eat them on the show?” Jack countered, taking another swig of his rum.9

“It’s a conspiracy! They wanted the cookies all for themselves, so Cookie Monster doesn’t get any. CONSIPRACY!” he shouted as he threw flour, eggs and sugar up in the air, coming down and making him all sticky.10

“Cookies!” came once again the high pitched voice, and a second later the house shook as the squirrel crashed into the window, leaving a black streak as he slid down the window.11

“That’s one crazy hyper squirrel,” Jack said while shaking his head. “He needs some rum to help him feel better.”12

“He doesn’t need rum. He just needs some love!” said Cinderella who burst in through the kitchen. “Gus-Gus, Jacques, please help the squirrel.”13

The two mice that were sitting on her shoulders saluted before the jumped down and made their way over to the sliding glass door where the crazy squirrel was laying down, just about unconscious.14

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him Cinderelly,” Jacques said as him and Gus-Gus dragged him inside by the tail.15

“But I like the cookie!” the squirrel shouted out with a paw raised in the air, before he dropped it and splayed out like he was road kill.16

“I still think that some rum would’a helped him out,” Jack muttered.17

“You think that rum is the answer to everything,” Mushu hissed as he entered the kitchen, flicking his tongue out in annoyance. “So, what is everyone gathered in the kitchen for?”18

“Cookies!” said Cookie Monster happily.19

“You know what would make them better? Some rum!” Jack said as he took the bottle and poured some rum into the mix.20

“You just ruined the cookies!” Cinderella yelled while putting her hands up to her face.21

“We’re all gonna be happy tonight!” Mushu said while dancing in his little corner.22

“The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” screamed Chicken Little as he ran through the open door, frantically running around the kitchen.23

“Excuse me while I handle this,” Mushu said as he set his sights on Chicken Little. “I can’t wait to have some chicken for dinner!”24

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not food!” yelled Chicken Little as he ran out the door from which he came.25

Cookie Monster put the dough into the oven to cook them, anxious to eat his delicious cookies while Cinderella hit Jack on the head with a frying pan for putting rum into the mix.26

Ten minutes later, the cookies were done. As Cookie Monster removed them from the over, the aroma floated throughout the house.27

“I like the cookie!” the squirrel came barreling out of one of the rooms, knocking over various plants and dishes as he made his way to the kitchen.28

He stopped when he came to the tray, for all of the cookies were standing on two legs and trying to walk around. It didn’t go too well because of the rum they had in them. They were running into each other, tripping over their own two feet.29

“the rum made the cookies come to life!” Cinderella gasped in horror.30

“I love the cookie!” the squirrel exclaimed, his eyes fixated on one particular cookie.31

“If you love them, why don’t you marry them!” Mushu said sarcastically as he came back in, looking angry.32

“Do you Squirrel, take this lovely cookie to be your lawfully wedded wife, until death do you part?” asked Larry the cucumber dressed as a minister who appeared out of nowhere.33

Squirrel nodded, drool dripping out of his mouth.34

“Do you Ms. Cookie, take Squirrel to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?”35

“I do,” she said, batting her eyes that popped out of her face.36

“I now pronounce you Squirrel and Cookie. You may now… kiss the bride?”37

Squirrel ‘kissed’ his bride, but it was more of a lick then a kiss. His eyes then went crazy, and he began chomping down on her.38

“I guess that marriage is annulled,” Mushu said, watching the whole proceedings, very amused.39

“I like the cookies!” squirrel shouted as he turned on the rest of the cookies.40

The cookies began screaming and running around, trying to get away from the crazy hyper squirrel.41

“My cookies!” Cookie Monster shouted as he tried to save his cookies.42

When Jack awoke from being clonked over the head, he scrunched his eyes in confusion at all the chaos around him. The crazy squirrel was hanging from a blade on the ceiling fan while cookies were running loose on the counter tops as Cookie Monster tried to save them by putting them in a container. Cinderella was busy scrubbing the floor from the mess that everyone made while Chicken Little came running in again screaming.43

Jack’s head hurt from all the screaming, so he wanted a sip of rum to make it go away. He put the bottle to his lips, but nothing came out. He sat there crying, upset that there was no more rum until the noise became too much.44

“Just shut up, the lot of ya!” he yelled, finally losing it.45

Everyone froze in place, stopping what they were doing except Chicken Little who ran back outside and his faint cries of, “The sky is falling,” could be heard.46

“Now, can somebody please tell me… WHY IS ALL THE RUM GONE?”47