You really want me to tell the story? Okay, fine, you've talked me into it. It started out simply enough. The cookie dough was evil, and I mean EVIL! The cat just happened to be wandering by. The Joker was...well, just The Joker. And me? Well, being a box, it's not like I had any control over the situation. I was an innocent bystander, I tell you, INNOCENT, and far more than that cat, at any rate. At least, she had the choice to walk away. It's not like I have legs...or thumbs. I know thumbs have nothing to do with walking away, but you gotta admit thumbs are awesome, and are totally something to be envious of. Right, right, back to the story.
I was created on a sunny afternoon in the middle of...why are you interrupting? Oh right, THAT story...my bad. Anyway, Joker is insane, there's no denying that. And like I said, that cookie dough was just plain evil. When the two of them got together there wasn't a single person, creature, or box around who didn't know disaster was right around the bend, which is why it was surprising when that cat showed up, but you know what they say about curiosity and cats.
Anyway, that cookie dough messed with Joker's head, and given that it's the Joker, that's saying something. There were no nefarious plans for Batman. No extraordinary ways to kill people. There wasn't even any laughter. The only thing that mattered was cookie dough. He spent all day and all night making cookie dough, eating cookie dough, talking to cookie dough, and just generally being with cookie dough. It was frightening, fine and dandy, and no killing, but frightening.
Then that cat showed up, and that's when everything went downhill. I don't blame her, really. She was just curious, and had a sweet tooth, but man, things got bad after she showed up. She used me as a bed more than a few times, which was fine and all, but then one day she got hungry, and I could tell what she was planning to do, but I couldn't stop her. Damn, my perfectly square structure, and severe lack of appendages!
The Joker was sleeping, the cookie dough was cradled in his arm, and that cat was so damn stealthy. She ate half of the cookie dough before Joker even noticed that the glob in his arm was steadily shrinking. And let me tell you, if I had fingers...or you know, mainly thumbs, I would have been biting my nails, but that cat made it back to me before Joker awoke. Not that I was actually stupid enough to be relieved. I knew he would eventually awake, and when he did he was going to find his precious cookie dough half gone, and then we'd all be running in terror...or, you know, sitting in terror if you're a box.
The cat, gratefully, left long before the Joker awoke, but when the Joker finally did awake, he did something most unexpected. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed--and then he cried. He threw the cookie dough across the room, shouting 'TRAITOR!' at the top of his lungs, and then he left. That was it. He got up calmly, as though nothing had happened, and just left. There was no more screaming, no more yelling, and no more laughter. There was just the sound of a door shutting, and not even forcefully.
That night the entire neighborhood exploded. There was fire and smoke, tears and cries, but mostly there was the smell of burnt chocolate chip cookie dough, and laughter...lots and lots of laughter.
The End