Qsilv

Q, who haunts eBay, happens to see it in the "offbeat" section... recklessly does a Buy-it-Now... anxiously awaits the crumbs, but is much heartened to discover that Nyle has honorably packaged them well and they still have some size and character. So Q daubs them back together with a batch of gently melted finest quality dark chocolate. In fact there's enough to make one nice large circular cookie AND a tiny one -- but that little one never even made it to the marble slab for shaping..... yummmmmmm....!

puzzler

Cheered by the smell of warm chocolate, Puzzler follows her nose to Qsilv's house. Knowing that Qsilv is a kindly, but guilible soul, Puzzler spins her a sob story, about how she had been feeling faint due to her lack of glucose and that if she didn't eat soon, she would surely lapse into a coma, right in front of Qsilv! Without a moments hesitation, Qsilv gave the cookie to Puzzler and insisted that she ate it. Drawing on her vast range of acting skills, Puzzler wearily managed a small grateful smile, as she slowly raised the delicious cookie to her lips.

Qsilv

As it happens, however, Q has a cat who fancies himself a short human and is utterly convinced that all... repeat ALL... food is his equally. This would include not only the usual meat/fish/poultry-ish things, but also artichoke hearts to zucchini, as well as berries, cashews, salad dressing and... you got it... cookies. Most especially chocolate cookies.

In the ensuing rapid-fire struggle, Q noticed a certain sudden sprightliness on puzzler's part, thus laying to rest a good deal of that pleasantly gossamer gullibility quotient.

More to the point, they both lost the cookie, last seen streaking treeward clasped delicately enough in the fangs of a small ocelot-patterned headstrong feline.....

AuntieB

Coincidentally Auntie B happened to be in the shadow of the trees hunting for morels.
Seeing ther spotted cat streak towards me I quickly took off my faux ocelot stole and coiled it on the ground beneath a Dutch Elm tree.
I scooted down low and said 'here kitty kitty' to the stole, pretending not to see Qsilv's cat.
My clever ploy worked.
The racing cat skidded to a halt mistaking the stole for an interloper.
She put the cookie down, arched her back, hissed and slowly stalked the fur piece.
By the time kitty realized she was duped, the cookie was safely tucked away in my Coach backpack.
I retrieved my stole, petted kitty and continued on my way.

AuntieB

I'm headed into town to buy some walnut oil, baby spinach and balsamic vinegar at Dean & Deluca's.
The cookie will be this evening's dessert.

matthew

Hee hee... Rachel stole the cookie... (updates link)

Hazer

Enraged by the brazen theft of the sumptuous cookie, Hazer has not been idle. She has managed to track the cookie as it now comes back into Auntie B's possession. But, being smarter than the average bear, Hazer knows better than to approach Auntie B a second time posing as a long lost sister. Hazer however, suspects that Auntie B may actually have a soft spot for dogs. She stays a safe distance behind Auntie B and waits for the perfect moment to unleash the adorable bulldog Chester. Just before Auntie B reaches the door of Dean & Deluca's, Chester bounds up to Auntie B. As Hazer suspected Auntie B couldn't resist Chester in his little red party hat. She absent mindlessly put down her backpack and reached out to pet Chester. Hazer lost no time in snatching the backpack. She whistled for Chester, who knocks Auntie B flat on her...

matthew

Flat on her what??? Her nephew perhaps???

marg

..back.

marg was actually loitering outside D&D's, enjoying a quiet cigarette, when all this happened. Being very concerned for Auntie B [who she is sure she went to different high schools together with (that is you, Blinky, isn't it ? - do you remember 'Ma Shepherd', our deportment teacher ?)]

Seeing Hazer running up the street with her ill-gotten gains, marg promptly brings into action the rugby-tackling skills that have made England the great country it used to be (marg would have liked to do a Jackie Chan, but found that hurling your body at someone's legs works better, especially if you have the corsage to carry it through [and no, that wasn't a spelling mistake]).

marg retrieves the backpack, but on returning to D&Ds, finds that Auntie B has apparently relocated to a local bar for horizontal refreshment - but each bar she checks claims no knowledge of the dear lady.

Well.. what else to do ? .. marg takes the bag to the local police station, where she signs a chit for it's delivery to her if no-one else claims it in 3 weeks..

lynnspotter

Mhahahaha..... Lynn happens to be working an undercover at the station, and recognizes marg. She is proudly carrying some of her awesome TD art, showing it to the police as she signs the papers. Of course she doesn't recognize me, as I am in disguise! I go to the evidence room, carefully remove the cookie, & slip out the back door......

Hazer

....and straight into the path of the ambulance on it's way to pick up the bruised, battered and bloody Hazer! Luckily the ambulance driver....

marg

.. is the part-time barman at that bar that Auntie B frequents, and believes that Hazer is a wonderful person for having the courage to swipe Auntie B's backpack and false teeth (well, Hazer didn't mention that, but there were several gold ones included)..

Hazer

Not having had time to check Auntie B's backpack, Hazer had no idea that Auntie B's false teeth were firmly attached to the coveted cookie! But it's too late now for Hazer as she lays unconscious on the side of the street. She can't see the backpack sail through the air as marg desperately dodges the ambulance careening past the police station!

marg

lynnspotter, however, still undercover (and doing a very good shadow impersonation) adroitly snatches the cookie and teeth in mid-air, and swerving around an unexpectedly hostile calico cat, legs it down a dark alley..

marius

Sorry about that. Our calico WILL eat anything and is quite the pushy beast. (She will even try to push us off the couch to steal our places so good luck getting the cookie from her.) She likes dark corners away from people but, if you are patient and let her sniff your fingers, she might possibly let you scratch her ears and THEN ... maaaaaybe, you can have what's left of the cookie. Her nickname is Ms. Kittypants cause she thinks she wears the pants in this house. Oh ... and she has ALL her claws!

puzzler

Realising that her acting skills had been less than convincing, Puzzler decided that a little more muscle was necessary, if she were to retrieve her prize. So, she paid a visit to matthew, (not that he has the muscle himself, you understand), but he agreed to lend her his pet tiger. Puzzler headed for the dark corner where she knew calico would be lurking and with the certain knowledge as to who the victor would be in the inevitable cat fight! In the ensuing affray, fur flew and so did the cookie and was deftly caught by Puzzler, who jumped onto a passing bus, out of there. Remembering that she would have to explain to matthew later, that his tiger had been bought by a travelling fair, who had paid for it with gold teeth - matthew liked a bit of bling.

belladonnis

Bella couldnt believe her luck when she saw Puzzler with cookie in hand catch the same bus she was riding! Bella quickly devised her plan and took action even before Puzzler could make it to her seat. Bella stood up and walked forward hand outstreched and pointing "Stop this bus" Bella shouted, "Your going to hit a dog in a red party hat!" Puzzler fearing for her beloved Chester turns wide eyed and as the bus screeches to a halt Bella bumps into Puzzler stealing the cookie! Bella quickly exits the bus with cookie in hand thanks to all the confusion.

lynnspotter

Bella bumped right into Lynnspotter still in her disguise.
She made a fairly good looking guy, & Bella was still feeling flirty! As she was winking at me I grabbed the cookie & took off on my moped.

marg

marg, however, has travelled far and has learned just how to ride tigers.. and being a real cat lover, has rescued matthew's poor abandoned tiger and is in hot purrrrrrsuit..

(and everyone knows that Tiger Cubs beat mopeds any day !)

Being also a talented hockey (and polo) player, she deftly smacks the cookie out of Lynn's hands.. using rather too much force (alas, poor Hazer, who suffered a similar fate)..

..causing Lynn to loose the use of her hands for the next week, but alas, also causing the cookie to sail into the air..

belladonnis

oops...............Chester belongs to Hazer!!!lol