The War On Cookie-ism.
Character(s): All members of the A Team and a mention of a random person.
Pairings (if any): None.
Arthor's notes: I want a cookie. Seriously. And yeah, cookie-ism isn't a real word, but it should be. lmfao.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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"Okay, listen up, everyone know the plan?" Hannibal looked around the small room, which was inside a little apartment. Well hidden on the 3rd floor. Puffing on his cigar, he waited for one of his 'men' to speak up.
"So you're saying, we just get Mrs. Franks to let them in her house, we pretend to be maids, and let them go through her stuff?" Face moaned. "I dunno about this, it sounds kinda lame, Hannibal."
BA snarled, folding his arms, as he saw Murdock, prowling around a cookie jar, that Mrs. Franks had left for them, as a snack.
"No, Face. What I am saying is 'we hide, while they look through Mrs. Franks things, as myself and Murdock are dressed like maids. They won't know it's us. Trust me."
Murdock, whom was still digging into the cookie-jar, began to inspect it. "Do you think, that it's possible, that there is a little civilization of people in this cookie?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Captain," Hannibal stated. "...do you get all that?" not hearing Murdock's completely random cookie comment.
"I'm confused Colonel..." the pilot said, inspecting the cookie. "...I don't want to eat a whole plethora of tiny little cookie-people. I don't want to invade their country!"
"There ain't nobody living in that cookie fool! It's just a damn cookie!" BA snapped.
Murdock glanced over at BA, "Now, BA, don't declare war on them, they might have weapon's of mass-cookie-destruction." he petted the cookie, as he held it in his hand. He paused. "Think about it! We must do something to end this war on mass cookie-ism!"
