Hi. This is my first fic, so don't flame me too hard, 'k? Note also that this story takes place after GS: TLA

Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun or any of its characters, or else I'd be a true genius.

"Don't listen to him, Isaac!

He'll eat anything that's not tied down!"

-Garet's younger brother

Dora had just stepped out of the kitchen of her new house- no holes in the roof this time. She then went up to a window and peered cautiously, first to the left, and then to the right. After reassuring herself that no one was in sight, particularly THE person, the homely woman carefully set her precious treasure down- a full rack of chocolate chip cookies- on the window sill to cool. The tantalizing smell was enough to attract even the most determined chocolate- hater. It was also enough to bring down the judgment of heaven on her cookies' heads.

Whoosh… A sudden gust of wind was all that signaled his arrival. With a pace that could outrun probably even Maurice Greene himself, Garet ran swiftly over to the window sill. Normally, Garet was not exactly the kind of man who would be a runner, but when it came to cookies, he was Olympic-quality. He gently lifted the entire rack of chocolate chip cookies and, with a quick flip of the wrist, sent them all down his gullet like a kid eating a piece of Halloween candy. Which, for your information, is pretty darn fast. Garet then set the tray down with a- clunk- slight thud and disappeared into the approaching dusk, like a shadow trailing its owner.

"Yes, Kyle, dear, I did make those cookies like you asked me to. In fact, they're sitting right out- OH NO! Not again." At the "oh no" section, Kyle made a mad dash for the kitchen to find his wife standing there with a look of dejection on her face and an empty cookie rack in her hands.

"All I did was leave them out on the window to cool," said Dora, as she noticed the disappointed expression on her husband's face, "I didn't even hear anything that even told me someone lifted them off…"

"Ah, well, Dora, if you need me, I'll be upstairs." And with a slight peck on the cheek, Kyle walked up the stairs to their room.

Just then, there was a slight slam of the door as their son Isaac entered.

"Hi, Dora," Isaac said by way of greeting, "I smell cookies. For dessert?"

Dora gave a sigh that was barely covered up.

"I'm sorry Isaac, but that smell is all that's left of the cookies. They're all gone. Someone stole them. I couldn't even tell that they were gone until Kyle asked me about them."

"Oh."

"Yes, I am truly sorry about this. If only there was some way to catch that thief. You do know that this is the sixth time that this has happened."

"Actually, I think I might know a way to do that, Mom."

"And what's that?"

"Just bake some more cookies tomorrow and let me handle everything."

The next day…

Dora reappeared at the same window. She was again holding a plate of cookies. However, this time, she handed the platter to her son via the window and gave him a slight nod to tell him that the plan had started. Isaac then went and carefully lifted the cookies to the small breeze that was currently going through Vale. The same lovely scent again swept through the village, and even Felix, who was upwind, could even smell it.

At his house, Garet suddenly lifted his head and sniffed. Cookies…Dora's I bet, he thought. Garet set off at a light trot. Soon, he was speeding towards the scent of freshly- baked chocolate chip cookies.

Isaac saw a figure charging. Aha. The thief has been sighted. He then positioned himself to be to the side of the side of the house with the cookies still in hand. The thief was drawing nearer…

WHOOSH! With a swift motion, Isaac lifted the tray without losing a cookie and allowed the thief to charge past- straight into the side of the house.

This is an attempt to capture the enormous noise that came from that collision:

CRAAAAAAAACK!

Isaac came over to examine his cookie thief's condition.

"Hah, Garet, how did I know?"

Garet cautiously lifted himself from the rubble of what was formerly the side of Isaac's house and dusted himself off.

"Man, Isaac, did you have to make me crash into the house like that?

There was a huge Garet-shaped hole now in the wall.

"Hahaha…so sorry pal, but I needed to catch our ever elusive cookie thief."

Just then, a very enraged Dora came out the front door.

"ISAAC, GARET, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"Uh oh," Issac muttered as the guilty pair of boys turned to face Dora- and their doom.

Fin.

A/N: There, I hoped you liked it! It was rather funny to write! Now, be nice and give me some reviews! Also, if you would like me to write a sequel to this, don't hesitate to ask!