"Oatmeal Scotchies, anybody?" Artie asked, as he entered Pete's bedroom for Team Movie Night. Of course, everyone instantly replied in the affirmative, making him chuckle as they sat back to watch one of the greatest adventure films of all time: The Goonies.

. . .

It was a few weeks later when Myka first began to notice it. Only after another three weeks did she bring it up, as she wanted to be sure about her suspicions. But she was right. She was most definitely right.

"Has anyone else noticed that Artie never lets anyone help him make cookies, and he always makes them when there's no one else around?" Myka asked Claudia and Pete when they were down in the stacks, on Inventory duty.

They both thought over the question for a moment, before Claudia answered.

"Hey, you're right." Claudia said in surprise. "I guess I just never really thought about it before."

"I wonder why…" Pete mused, before his face lit up. "Ooh, maybe he's got some sort of alien/robot/cyborg thing that makes the cookies for him!" he said excitedly.

Myka & Claudia just stared at him skeptically.

"What? It could happen…." Pete pouted, sticking out his bottom lip & folding his arms.

"Sure it could, Pete." Claudia said sarcastically, patting the older agent on the head like a stray puppy. "Sure it could."

. . .

It took them a while to come up with the plan, but they finally figured it out. They did recon, they took notes and made diagrams, they even enlisted Leena's help in solving the puzzle.

Finally, they were ready.

. . .

"Ahhhh…." Artie sighed, contently. Claudia was upgrading the Warehouse firewalls again, while Pete & Myka got caught up on Inventory & Leena was running errands in Univille for the day.

That meant that he could make Oatmeal Scotchies.

He was just getting everything out, when the kitchen door burst open.

"AHA!" Pete shouted triumphantly. "Caught in the act!" He strode into the room, followed by the other three members of the Warehouse family.

Once they saw what was going on, though, their faces morphed to looks of disgust, especially Leena's.

"Really, Artie?" she said, half exasperated, half amused. "This is what you've been hiding for all these years?"

The innkeeper held up the yellow package of Nestle Oatmeal Scotchie Frozen Cookie Dough, as she raised an eyebrow.

"How could you, old man?" Claudia teased, as Artie dropped his head.

"I'm so ashamed…." he muttered, causing them all to laugh, and then help him finish placing the pre-made cookie dough on the cookie sheets. It wasn't long, though, before they were all sitting on Pete's bed once more, fresh Oatmeal Scotchies in hand, as they watched the Princess Bride for the second time that week.

THE END.