"I should probably go into town today," Spilt Milk thought. "I really want some new plants."
Mid-day, Spilt Milk decided to head into town on her bike.
"Town sure does seem alive today."
"Hey! Get back here!" A Shopkin blurted.
"Get them, they stole from my shop!"
Up ahead Spilt Milk could see what looked like a cookie running away from the shop.
"Hey you! Yeah, you with the bike, go stop that damn cookie!"
"Uh,,, mhm okay?!"
It didn't take long for Spilt Milk to catch up, but when she did she had no idea what to do.
"Hey, give that back!!" As Spilt Milk said this, she crashed into the cookie causing them both to collapse.
"What the hell..." The cookie cursed.
"Sorry... I just needed to stop you and get back what you stole!"
Spilt Milk felt someone pull her into an alleyway.
"Shhh..." The cookie whispered. "I don't want to get caught, and I bet you sure as hell don't want me to say that you were associated with me, right?"
"I- fine."
A few minutes later it seemed like everyone in the town had settled down and gave up on looking.
"So... what's your name?" The cookie asked.
"I'm Spilt Milk. And you?"
"Kooky Cookie. You know, I've never ridden a bike before."
"Really? Well... if you come back to my property, I could teach you!"
"That would be awesome. But how exactly do you plan to get back without getting caught?"
"Hmm... we could just try cutting through the woods."
"Alright, let's hope we don't run into any bears."
Spilt Milk stared.
"Joking, joking. Sorry."
