Happy Thursday, everyone! It's me, Tucker! Twice before on this blog, I've shared the trials and tribulations I've experienced in the never-ending story I like to call The Quest for the Cookie!
So yesterday, I was here at Mom's office taking a nap on my fuzzy blue bed (it is so soft and cushy, and never fails to send me off to Dreamland!) ....
|Me, dreaming of cookies ...|
when all of a sudden I heard Mom say ... "Come on, Tuck, let's go to the cookie bank!"
Well, as you can imagine, I was ALL IN when it came to that plan! A cookie bank! How had I not heard of such a place before?!!!
|Me, ready to go to the cookie bank!|
I could just imagine the vault ... rows upon rows of delicious cookies brought there for safe-keeping ... big ones, little ones, fancy ones with icing and sprinkles on top! Friends, my mouth was watering! But as far as I knew ... I had not made any deposits in the cookie bank ... so how was I supposed to make a withdrawal? Were we going to HOLD UP the cookie bank?!!!!! Mom is not a violent sort, and is normally a law-abiding citizen, so I couldn't imagine that was her plan, but I decided if it was, I would stand by her side and support her, just like I always do. We could be a regular Bonnie and Clyde team, robbing cookie banks all over the place and then going on the run. But then I remembered that Bonnie and Clyde eventually died in a bloody shoot-out ... and that didn't sound like such a good time. I decided that I would have to talk to Mom about this if it appeared she was in fact going to hold up the cookie bank to get me some cookies. After all, we already had at least seventy two bags of them at home in all different flavors, so I figured we were good for awhile.
I gotta be honest ... I was pretty nervous there for a second. Well, imagine my surprise when we pulled up to the regular old green paper bank and pulled around the side to the same drive through we always go to. Phew! Mom wasn't about to take me on a crime spree that could only end badly. That's when I realized ... I'd been mistaken. I must have been dreaming, like the Traveler's commercial dog! Mom must have said "Come on, Tuck, let's go to the bank and get a cookie!" That made a lot more sense!
But as you might remember, there have been times when I have been bitterly disappointed at this same drive through window ...
So I put on my most earnestly adorable face. Like this:
|Hello there, Nice Lady In the Window! Would you be so kind as to send me a cookie through the cookie tube?|
|Praise the Cookie Gods! My adorable face worked!|
But that wasn't all! When Mom got her deposit slip back, there was a whole 'nother envelope with THREE MORE COOKIES INSIDE!
YES! It was a good day!
You may also like:
Part One: Excuse Me Miss ... You Forgot My Cookie!
Part Two: The Cookie Gods Are Smiling!