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Only crumbs were left.
Corran Horn frowned and looked at the cookie jar again, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was still empty.
Except for the kriffing crumbs.
Three times now. Three times the cookie jar had been raided in the middle of the night and nobody in Rogue Squadron had admitted to it. Derek 'Hobbie' Klivian bounced up and down next to him, absolutely furious. "Do you see? This HAS to stop, Corran!"
Corran cursed Hobbie for banging on his door in the early morning. Then he rethought it and cursed the damn thief for stealing the cookies and thereby making Hobbie bang on his door in the early morning.
Wedge Antilles yawned as he walked into the kitchen. "Not again," he said, exasperated on seeing the two Rogues gathered around the cookie jar.
"Yes, again! Wedge, you have to start an investigation!"
Wedge blinked slowly. "An investigation? For cookies? Hobbie... they're cookies. If it doesn't stop, I'll just cancel the delivery order."
Hobbie let out a piercing scream. "You can't do that, Wedge!"
"Fine, Hobbie! I'll find out who's doing this, okay?" Corran's ears were still ringing. Hobbie wrapped his arms around Corran's waist. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Corran glared at Wedge, who just blinked again. "Let go of me, Hobbie!" Hobbie suddenly stood straight and grinned.
"If I can help in any way-"
"Thanks, Hobbie, but I think I'll be fine." This day hadn't started off too well. Wedge hoped that Corran wouldn't beat the thief into unconsciousness when he found them.
He wanted to do it himself.
Two days later, Corran gathered all of the squadron in the kitchen. He held a small silver disk in his hand, and he was grinning. "I have found the cookie thief. He happens to be right here in the room with us."
The Rogues looked amongst themselves suspiciously. "Tell us who it is already!" Hobbie yelled.
"Okay, okay!" Corran looked around at the faces of his friends, and a smirk came over his face. "The thief is Hobbie."
Hobbie's jaw dropped, and everybody turned to glare at him. "That's not possible. I don't-"
"Calm down, everyone. Hobbie wouldn't remember taking the cookies."
"Why not?" Wes Janson asked.
"He was sleepwalking at the time," Corran said. "Here's the proof." He pressed the play button on the small disk he was holding. A hologram sprang into the sir.
It clearly showed Hobbie taking the cookies, and the strange expression on his face confirmed Corran's theory: he was sleepwalking.
"That can't be me! I... I..." Hobbie was lost for words.
"Does this mean we can't hit him?" Plourr asked. Hobbie began to look considerably more nervous and started inching towards the exit...