Cookie Monsters

"i KNOW THEY'RE IN HERE...IF i CAN JUST GET THIS THING OPEN...

MAYBE IF i SHAKE IT HARD ENOUGH.... "

"Psst, Ramsey...just drag that thing out here.  I'll get it open one way or another."

"Sorry guys, you know you aren't allowed in here and the cookies are off limits."

"But Ma, they're OUR cookies and we've decided that they should live out here with us."

"Yeah Ma, we took a vote.  We decided to vote you out of the Cookie Controller office.  It was unanimous Ma, so hand em over."

"Well, it's nice to see such unity of purpose, but you all forgot one thing.  This a farm not a democracy."

"OH THIS JUST WON'T DO.  STAND BACK HORSE, i'M GOING IN AGAIN.  IF THE EARS FIT, i'LL MAKE IT."

"Oh no you don't.  No donkeys allowed in the feed room and no more cookies!"

"OH YEAH?  WHAT IF i GIVE YOU MY SCARY, EARLESS, SPACE ALIEN LOOK.  YOU'LL BE SO SCARED YOU'LL HAND 'EM RIGHT OVER."

"You know, you make a pretty cute space alien.  Especially with that little bit of hay sticking to the bottom of your lip."

Harumph, well that didn't work..."HOW ABOUT MY PATHETICALLY SAD, STARVING, LAME DONKEY LOOK?"

"You know, in my weaker moments, that one might work, but you know what kid?  You're standing on the wrong foot.  NO cookies!"

"Sighhhhh, now we're all sad, sad bereft donkeys.  sigh"