Summary: Eh, just some pointless drabble that I wrote in ten minuetes. Enjoy! XD Oh! And Gaara is like way off character, so don't kill me.
"TEMARI!!! KANKURO!!! GET DOWN HERE!!!" screamed the young Kazekage, a.k.a Gaara. You may be thinking, Gaara!? Do you not watch 'Naruto?!' Don't you know who Gaara is!? Yes, yes, and yes I do. Anyway, said Kazekage was curently steaming in the kitchen in the large house that he shared with his siblings. Aformentioned siblings came flying around the corner and into the kitchen, panting with wide eyes.
"What?! What is it!?" exclaimed Temari. She looked around for any danger, but when she saw only herself, Kankuro, and Gaara holding up a cookie jar, she started to get confused.
"Who. Stole. My. Cookies?"
"Say what?" Kankuro piped up. Gaara's face was beginning to resemble his hair, and he glared at his brother.
"My cookies. Where are they?" he repeated. Kankuro looked at Temari, who shrugged. He turned back to Gaara, and shook his head. Gaara screeched and slammed the open cookie jar down on Kankuro's head, getting it stuck inside.
"Why don't you just go and buy some more cookies, Gaara?" Temari inquired, helping Kankuro get the cookie jar off his head.
"Oh yeah, I never thought of that." Gaara bliked and disappeared in a swirl of sand. Temari had finally gotten the jar off Kankuro's head—it came off with a humerous 'POP!'--and turned back to the place were her youngest brother had been moments before.
"Man, who drugged his food?" asked Kankuro, rubbing his now sore head.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know, but may Kami rest their souls if Gaara finds who took his cookies."
---------------In the Akatsuki's lair-----------
Itachi sneezed violently, falling on his butt, and attrackting the attention of everyone else in the room.
"You gona live?" inquired Deidera. Itachi glared at him, making him shut up quickly, while everyone else laughed themselves into near heart failure.
Eh, not my best, but I suck at pointles comedy. So, go easy on me. I own nothing. Ja!