Cookie Cartoons Novels & Stories

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

*3 Years Later* Waylon was getting the ingredients ready to make Dante’s favourite cranberry and white chocolate cookies. Three year old Lucario ran up to Waylon and hugged his leg. Looking at his annoyed parent he asked, “Daddy, what are you going to make?” “I am going to make cookies for your dada,” Waylon answered. Lucario beamed at him, “Can I help too please daddy?” Waylon sighed heavily, “Okay sure, go fetch your apron.”

she asked, suspiciously. “Cookies,” Michael said, offering the plate like a knight presents a recovered crown. Rebel narrowed her eyes. “From?” “From the store,” Mex said quickly, too quickly. Then signs “Gina.” Rebel’s took a cookie, bit into it, and closed her eyes a second longer than necessary. “Horribly good, at least it's not poisoned” she said. Catya took one, too, and sat on the arm of the sofa, watching the boys rebuild the fort with fabric swatches now declared to be banners. Her gaze asked me a question I answered with a nod: yes, we’re okay.

I settled beside her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo…something floral and clean that made my pulse quicken despite the domestic tranquility of the moment. "So," I said to Caesar, who was watching me with curious eyes, "what other adventures have this muffin had?" "Oh!" Caesar perked up immediately. "One time he met a cookie who was sad because nobody wanted to eat him!" "Why didn't anyone want to eat the cookie?" I asked, genuinely curious now. "Because he was shaped funny," Caesar explained with the gravity of someone sharing state secrets. "Like a squiggly line instead of a circle." "That's terrible," I said seriously. "What did the muffin do?"

Nishant said teasing her more making her whine. "Babe tell him to stop." She said stomping her foot to Myra who stood there smiling at both of them. "What is chuckies and chuks?" She asked. "They are my favorite cookies and he has been teasing me about it ever since your wedding." She complained. "You still eat that cookies?" Myra asked controlling her laugh making her done with both of them. "The ones with dinosaur packaging." Nishit said adding in fuel making everyone laugh. "Jiju they are bullying me." She complained as Zeeshant just shook his head at them.

, Ariv said teasingly "Why did you call me?", Cookie asked grumpily. "Ahmm! Do you have some food in your kitchen?", Ariv asked as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "Why?", Cookie asked confusedly. "I forgot to give food to her and I don't have time to cook. if I take food from here then Mumma will ask me thousands of questions", Ariv said and Cookie laughed. "Aunt Pashika and Bullet Trains are competitors", Cookie said and Ariv growled lowly in annoyance because she was mocking his lovely mother.

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Leon smiled, “Do you want some? I can bring you some for tiffin tomorrow. We’ll ask my teacher to heat it up for us. He’s super chill.” Coco made a face. “Leon, I want something else. I want cake pops, chicken fried rice, and pizza. And I also want a peanut butter banana shake to drink. Can you tell Mom that you’re craving all these things and want them for tiffin?” “I’m allergic to peanuts,” Leon reminded her. Coco rolled her eyes. “Why are you so useless?” Leon gasped, pretending to be offended. “You! I’m sacrificing my tiffin for you every day, and you’re calling me useless!”

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.