Ben cackled, "Now I have shot down your megatron droid and victory shall be mine!" His hands clicked excitedly over the Playstation remote, his beady pupils fixated on the bright, flashing screen.
"What the hell, Ben?! That was your own droid! Are you retarded?" hollered Jack.
Jack hated playing Transformers with Ben because he ended up killing his own guys.
"I'm gonna see if Hurley wants to play with me," said Jack, clearly mad.
Ben huffed. "You never wanna play with me! I'm telling on you!"
"Ben, shut up, or you'll go in the time out corner!" yelled Locke.
He came around the corner wearing a frilly pink apron on over his muddy hunting clothes. He wore lavender oven mitts too because he was holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies. Ben gaped as his remote slipped from his loosened hands; it clattered on the floor.
"Cookies!" he shrilled happily.
Ben slowly made his way towards Locke, his eyes round and staring. Suddenly, a figure zoomed past him, grabbed the tray and ran away with an evil laugh. The cookies were gone!
"Where. Are. The. COOKIES?!" he screamed, crying.
Locke rolled his eyes. "Sayid, get over here now!"
Sayid trudged back with empty hands. "What?"
"OO tole uh ooees," said Hurley through a mouthful of sandwich. (Translation: You stole the cookies)
"I did not take the treats. Scouts honor," he defended himself.
"Just great. I've got a roomful of children and I get stuck playing Mr. Mom?" thought Locke, "I bet Jacob thinks this is pretty damn funny."
Out loud he said, "Everyone in the living room!"
Sayid, Jack, Kate, Hurley, Charlie, Claire, Sawyer, Sun, and Jin all came running. The sat down on the floor, ten cherubic faces (if you count Ben as cherub-like) peered up at Locke with wide-eyed wonder. He stretched out his now lavender-oven-mittless free hand.
"I want to see those cookies on the dining room table in two minutes or else there will be no play time outside after lunch." His stern sounding voice caused several of the children to flinch. No one spoke.
"It all depends on what we're having for lunch," said Charlie.
"Look, I need to know by lunch because Richard wants me to meet him the Orchid so we can fix you all back to normal."
"Bein' a kid's a lot easier cuz it means I ain't gotta listen to Jackass no more," drawled Sawyer.
"What did I say about language Sawyer? It upsets Claire," reprimanded Locke, seeing her tears.
Charlie frowned. "Well then. I'm innocent, so I don't care. But if I don't have play time, I'm gonna beat up the cookie stealer."
"Mr. Locke, my blankie got ripped when Sawyer used it as a tent. Please fix it," Claire whimpered.
"Give it here."
"Hey, uh, John, is that a polar bear over there?" asked Ben.
When his back was turned, everyone but Claire had run away. Locke turned back and he threw up his hands.
"Dang it, that's the fifth time this week!"
He tied the blanket carefully through his belt loop.
"C'mon Claire. Let's go find them."
She took her free hand and grasped the blankie, her teddy bear trailing on the ground as she followed Locke.