It took me only a few minutes to get there, and when I did I kicked the front door down "Come out come out wherever you are..Betty!"
I turned around only to find her baking my new soon to be batch of brethren.
I gasped " How dare you continue this witch craft sick woman!"
She then threw down her spatula but I continued ranting.
"MY NAME IS HENRY COOKIEBOTTOM, YOU SOLD MY BRETHEREN, PREPARE TO DIE!"
She glared at me. "That's a rip off from the Princess Bride! I'm getting sick of you anyway!
She spun around "OH ALEJANDRO!" she yodeled
A raspy voice came from the kitchen " Yes my betty babe'"
"DONT CALL ME THAT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!" she protested
"Anyway I want you to execute this old cookie...babe!"
"Yes MA'M!"
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The tragic life of a misshapen cookie
ParanormalHenry's life takes a plunge when the baker dosen't roll him properly. He is looked at in disgust because of his misshapen body. It is up to him to get his revenge on the baker! How far will Henry go to be a normal cookie? This story is made by Willo...
