The Cookie.
A/N: ummm. This is to get my brain fluids working again. I dunno what I'm smoking. That is all.
Warning: Cheesy Jokes. If you have no humor, stop here. You get a cookie if you can name all the jokes.
Disclaimer: The Outsiders isn't mine.
Ponyboy spotted something on the kitchen table.
A COOKIE!
He grabbed it and looked around nervously, as a house rule no one was allowed to have something they couldn't share. Example: The cookie.
Before Ponyboy could eat the delicious chocolate chip a foot soared up and knocked the cookie from Ponyboy! Johnny Cade, a triumphant gleam in his eyes grabbed the cookie.
"Bad luck, Pone." Johnny said, before getting tackled by Two-Bit. Ponyboy laughed at Johnny, who was crushed under the 18-year old greaser who had grabbed the cookie.
"MINE!" Two-Bit cried, scrambling off Johnny.
"You cheated." Johnny said with a slight pout.
"Pirate," Two-Bit said smugly, then he blinked. "I mean Greaser…" Two-Bit opened the refrigerator to grab some beer to eat with his cookie and Sodapop pounced out of the fridge, grabbing the cookie as he sailed past him. He knocked into Steve, who grabbed the cookie and ran out of the kitchen. Only to get tackled by Dallas, who had never had a cookie before. Dallas wrestled with Steve for a minute before he grabbed the cookie. He stood up and walked like a badass to the door. As Darry walked home, he had just come home from work and was tired.
"Hey ya'll." He mumbled, he spotted the cookie and a glint came into his eyes.
"Dallas, give…me…the…cookie." Darry said slowly. Dally backed up.
"No." The hood said, before turning around and running. Darry ran after him and tackled Dally to the ground and took the cookie. Darry walked toward his chair before Johnny and Ponyboy tackled him. Darry shook them off and ran outside with the cookie. Johnny, Ponyboy, Sodapop and Dally ran after him and tackled Darry together. They wrestled for a while before a squirrel came and bit Darry's wrist- for Darry had the cookie- and ran to the middle of the street.
"STOP!" Cried Darry, everyone paused in mid-hit and turned horrified to the squirrel. Sodapop stood up and inched toward the squirrel.
"Come here… nice squirrel…" He said the squirrel tilted his head.
"Atta boy…" Soda said slowly. Suddenly, Tim Shepard's car came and ran over the squirrel and the cookie. Sodapop's jaw dropped, and the gang's eye's widened.
"THE COOKIE!" The gang moaned.
A/N: Sorry about the ending! My little brother wanted it. ( Let's have a moment of silence for the Squirrel.
Ok, Now that's over,
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