How To Get A Cookie, By Cloudtail [Grandmas]

How To Go To Jail for Attempted Cookie Robbery

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Cloudtail: *Is stomping around camp with an angry look on his face* We have squirrels! We have mice! We even have a frog that someone stole from the ShadowClan prey pile as a dare. *glances at Brackenfur* BUT WE HAVE NO COOKIES!

Brackenfur: *holds paws up in a show of  peace* I didn't start this cookie-free club. That would be the she-cats over there *points at a group of chanting she-cats that are holding up "LOSE THOSE EXTRA POUNDS" and "GET RID OF ALL FATS: TOP TEN LIST"

Cloudtail: Is that the group "Clickbait IRL"?

Brackenfur: *sighs* Sadly. . . Anyways, they banned cookies from the camp so that we could all loose weight or something.

Cloudtail: NONE OF US ARE FAT! *jumps to prove his point; belly fat wiggles*

Ferncloud: *is holding up the "LOSE THOSE EXTRA POUNDS" sign.* See! Everyone, look at Cloudtail. He's a prime example of a fat-addicted, troubled, and obese cat!

Cloudtail: I am not obese!

Ferncloud: *clicks her tongue* Looks like someone is in denial. . .

Cloudtail: Looks like someone doesn't have a brain.

Dustpelt: *runs into the camp* DON'T CALL MY MATE OBESE *is panting*

Cloudtail: She called me obese. . .

Dustpelt: oh... *walks away slowly*

Cloudtail: *clears throat* Anyways. . . do you want to rob a cookie bakery with me?

Brackenfur: That was rather quick. And no.

Cloudtail: Whyyyyyyyy. . .

Brackenfur: Because I'm an undercover cop! *pulls out waffle gun and loads it with syrupy goodness* You're now under arrest!

Cloudtail: But I was just joking! *puts on begging eyes*

Brackenfur: *narrows eyes; tucks away waffle gun* Fine. *pulls out iPhone and starts texting Sorreltail*

Cloudtail: So does that mean you'll rob the bakery with me :D

Brackenfur: *drops phone* NO! *pulls our tranquilizer gun and shoots Cloudtail*

Cloudtail: *dizzily* Cookies. . . *falls over*

Brackenfur: *drags him off*

Ferncloud: *is chanting with her group of McDonalds-deprived she-cats* SAVE US FROM THE FATS! SAVE US FROM THE FATS!

Some time later. . .

Cloudtail: *wakes up inside jail cell* That scumbaggin', dirt, no-good, rotting son of a gun of a pun that's kinda gum(my)! He locked me up, and I never committed a crime. 

Brackenfur: *is sitting outside the jail cell* I can hear you, ya know.

Cloudtail: Is that supposed to change anything?

Brackenfur: I would hope so.

Cloudtail: Well, it doesn't! *pulls out PANCAKE gun* Let's fight

Brackenfur: *shakes his head slowly and stands up, taking a few steps toward Cloudtail* Let's not. . .

Cloudtail: *presses tip of pancake gun in between bars* Let's fight!

Brackenfur: Let's not *slowly reaches for waffle gun*

Cloudtail: *presses trigger, and a syrupy mess flies out of the gun's nozzle, spraying all over Brackenfur* I SHALL ESCAPE! *turns gun toward lock; covers entire cell in syrup and pancakes and whipped cream and strawberries and hungry Rios* I guess not.