Soli Deo gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Tangled. Here's for my buddy, Pascal. :)

This was it. It was the time. Nobody was watching, everyone was looking the other direction. Rapunzel was busy painting in her room. Eugene was with her. Their Highnesses King William and Queen Catherine were busy doing kingdom stuff. No one in the kitchen was watching. This was his chance.

Inching his way across the vast counter, Pascal painstakingly made sure that no one could hear him. His skin was the soft light color of the counter, making him blend in. He chuckled softly as he made a quick hop and latched himself onto the coolness of the porcelain jar. A sound like purring escaped his throat as he snuck up the jar.

With his nimble fingers, he tossed off the lid that separated him from his prize. He smiled and sighed with happiness as the lovely comforting aroma flew upward toward him. He closed his eyes and inhaled for a moment before looking down. The treasure lay below him, surrounded by a prison of white walls.

Chocolate chip cookies, his favorite.

His tongue flew from his mouth and encircled itself around the chosen cookie. He could already taste the chocolate, the butter, the sugar, the awesomeness. He giggled to himself and proceeded to heave and rescue the cookie from its prison. Phft, as if it were that easy! For the cookie was nearly the length and width of Eugene's longest finger. Pascal let out a little noise of frustration and tugged harder, harder, and harder still. He let out a shriek as he was pulled into the cookie jar.

He landed on a pile of confectionery pastries and coughed as he tried to regain his composure, which he quickly learned he couldn't. He looked up to see Atilla staring down at him; he could feel himself go red. Apparently his squeal of surprise and the opened jar had led the head baker to a conclusion.

The thug's hand entered the jar to pluck the chameleon out, but not before Pascal grabbed a cookie with his paws and teeth. Atilla lifted him out and held him up to his eyes. Pascal's sheepish smile shone through the cookie.

He wasn't as stealthy or sneaky as he thought. Apparently living with a thief doesn't help you in your taking cookies skills, and Pascal had thought that he was getting something out of Rapunzel and Eugene's relationship. He now guessed that he wasn't.

And there you have it! I hope you liked it, and thank you for reading!