Disclaimer: All the genius for the characters goes to Suzanne Collins, and to Pixar for the plotline (Loosely from "Up!")

Chapter 1

Seven-year-old Peeta Mellark was obsessed with Indiana Jones. Every day he would come into his parent's bakery in his Indiana Halloween costume, his blonde curls sticking out from under the hat, and would announce to his father, "I'm going on an adventure!" and every day his father would play along. Looking over one shoulder, than the other as if to make sure "the enemy", as Peeta called them, wasn't listening, he would ask something along the lines of, "Really? I couldn't help but overhear your phone call from the president last night. Where to this time?"

Peeta, who usually had a smile from ear to ear on his face at all hours of the day or night, would adopt a very serious face for his seven year old features, and it was all his father could do not to laugh. "I'm not at liberty to say," was always Peeta's cryptic reply, usually followed by something along the lines of, "but I will tell you it involves lots of icing…. And cookies. Lots and lots of cookies."

"Well," his father said, finally wearing the smile he had been hiding, "that I can help you with! Come over here," he gestured to a table topped with large blobs of cookie dough, and grabbed a miniature apron as he followed his son. "This mission sounds very important, so I am going to give you a little bit of hands on training before you go, okay?" Peeta grinned up at his father as he donned the apron over his costume. "Okay, pops. Show me what ya got!"

"First of all," the eldest Mellark started, "to understand the cookie, you need to become one with the cookie, my padawan." This elicited a giggle from the Mini Indie. "And to become one with the cookie, one must know how to make cookies."

The smile on the little boy's face faded. "Mom says I'm too young to make cookies."

His father's heart sunk a little, but he didn't let his son see. Instead he whispered, "Bah! What do moms know about secret cookie missions, hmm?" There was that smile again, the one Mr. Mellark loved to see the most. "Now sit still for a minute, I'll be right back." With that, he stepped away and into a pantry.

"What are you getting?" Peeta yelled, nearly bouncing off of his seat in anticipation.

"Every adventurer needs tools, of course!" his father replied, walking out of the pantry with his hands behind his back to conceal his surprise. He laughed when he saw his son craning his neck to try to see behind his father while obediently sitting on the chair. "Some of your other missions, I have not been able to help you with because I am only a baker – I am no match for your world saving skills." Peeta had a smile so big his father feared his face would crack in two. "But," he continued, adding pause for effect, once again looking over each shoulder and Peeta doing the same. "But cookies? That I can help with. I can give you tools to help you on your journey. I have been saving this for just such a mission." And with that he revealed his surprise. It was a leather tool belt, made to hold all kinds of gadgets and things, but instead of your typical tools like a hammer and screwdriver, this belt was stocked with kitchen utensils, all in a miniature form. A whisk, a wooden spoon, a large pocket held several cookie cutters of various shapes and sizes, another held an envelope, and last was an empty icing tube waiting to be filled.

Mr. Mellark realized he was wrong as his son's face cracking smile increased tenfold. He handed the belt to Peeta, who held it for a moment as if it was a precious diamond. He reached for the envelope in the pocket, and pulled it out. In big red letters across the front of the envelope read the words 'TOP SECRET'. Inside of it, Peeta found recipes for cakes, breads, pastries, and most importantly, cookies.

"Now," his father said, "let's break in those new tools as I teach you the art of making the ultimate cookies."

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Seven-year-old Katniss Everdeen was not like other girls. She loved to be outside, pretend she was on another planet, play cowboys and Indians with her best friend Gale, who was two whole years older than her, and he never let her forget it. "I'm the oldest, so I get to choose!" he would say, and Katniss would just roll her eyes and let him. Nothing was worse than an angry Gale. If he got angry with her, he would pin her down on the ground, sit on her, and tickle her until she said uncle. "Say it, Catnip," he would taunt while bombarding her with tickles wherever she was open. Catnip. She hated that nickname, and he knew it. Boys were mean, she decided. And smelly. "Say uncle," he taunted again, his tickling so fierce she could hardly breathe.

With every ounce of strength she could muster, she caught him off guard and rolled over, resulting in her pinning him down. Catching her breath, she huffed in his face, "I don't think so." Try as he might, Gale could not get out from under Katniss. She just laughed whenever he would try, and say, "Say it, Gale. Uncle. Say it and I'll let you go." Gale mustered his toughest big kid look and stared at Katniss, trying to scare her, but she only giggled and said, "What, cat got your tongue?" putting emphases on the word cat, referencing her hated nickname.

"Katniiiiiiiiiisssssssssss," Gale whined, "all the other kids will see. Come on. I have a reputation here! I'm nine! I can't be beat by a seven year old girl." With his emphasis on the last word, Katniss's grip tightened, and she got so close to his face, their noses were touching.

"I think you already have been," she stated simply, and got up.

With a huff, Gale got up and dusted off his clothes, a frown growing on his face. Katniss hated seeing him sad, but she also loved it. He may be a smelly boy, but he was her smelly boy, her best friend. With a roll of her eyes at the frown on his face, she walked toward him, and he took a step back, making her giggle. "Okay! I come in peace!" she said. Gale still had a leery look on his face, so she stood straight up and said, "Cross my heart!" as she drew a little "x" over her heart. Gale seemed to relax a little bit. This was like their secret handshake. Sorta. If you crossed your heart and broke it, well… "Then bad things would happen to you," Gale had said the first time he brought it up 3 years ago. "What kind of things?" Katniss had asked, figuring it was just a joke. "Just, things." Katniss gulped.

Smiling at the memory, she asked Gale, "Want to go to the bakery? I have saved up all my coins in a jar, and traded them to dad for paper money. It's in my pocket."

"How much?" Gale asked.

"Ten dollars," Katniss said with pride.

"Woah!" Gale said in shock. "That will buy, like," he paused and counted on his fingers, "twelve cookies!" They both stood there, staring at each other in a state of amazement at the realization of the amount of cookies they could buy.

"Race you!" Katniss said, as she took off running, not even looking back to make sure Gale was following.

"Hey!" he cried in protest from a distance behind her, "That's not fair! I'm older!"

A/N: I hope you liked it so far! I'm not entirely sure where I want this to go yet. I know I want it to be like in "Up!", because I picture Katniss and Peeta like Carl and Ellie. But, I don't want her to die, and I want them to have kids. Then we come to the dogs later on in the story. I may just have Finnick be Doug, he's puppy dog enough. ;) If you have any ideas, please PM me, or leave a comment/review! (Comment/review/follow anyway. You know you want to. :P)

I am also going to include Finnick, Annie, Johanna, Haymitch, Effie... Mainly just the "key" characters of the series.

Also, you can find me on tumblr: Konzelwoman

And once again, Disclaimer: All the genius for the characters goes to Suzanne Collins, and to Pixar for the plotline (Loosely from "Up!")