It all started with a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
"I want that cookie," I whined, staring into the jar of delectable newly baked sweetness.
"You can have that cookie after dinner, Candace," Mom told me sternly.
I turned around, crossing my arms at her. "Humph."
Mom walked away, sighing.
I really wanted that cookie, so I turned around back to the cookie jar the moment my Mom had walked away. But then, something was wrong. Crumbs were scattered around the jar and the jar lid had fallen onto the ground.
Where were the cookies? I thought to myself, puzzled. There was only one possible solution to this: Phineas and Ferb. I bent down and looked under the table. Of course, they were there, stuffing themselves with the batch of chocolate chip cookies.
"Oh, you two are so busted!" I whispered, rubbing my hands together and laughing. Phineas and Ferb stared back at me, and then they stared back into the cookies, devouring them.
"MOM! MOM! MOM!" I shouted, flapping my arms around and running up to her.
Mom gave me a frustrated look. She always does that. "What is it, Candace?"
"Phineas and Ferb stole the cookies from the cookie jar!" I cried.
Mom looked at me, trying to hide the smirk from her face. "They did, did they? Phineas! Ferb! Can you boys come over here?"
Phineas and Ferb walked up to Mom and me, crumbs of cookies covering both of their faces. They were so busted.
Mom couldn't help but laugh. "Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?"
"We did! We did!" Phineas and Ferb chuckled together.
I frowned. "But Mom, you said we couldn't have the cookies until after dinner! Look at them, they ate the whole entire jar!"
She just looked at me and burst out laughing.
And that was the only time I busted my brothers, when I was seven years old.