This one feels weird cuz there's no dialogue... hope you don't mind too much. Try to picture this happening in your head, that's the amusing part.

A Prayer for Every Year

December 10th
To say Jack and Sue were excited about Friday would be an understatement. It seemed that crime was taking a weekend off and, because both had completely finished their paperwork they were allowed to head home early. It was a good thing too. The next picture had been that of a gingerbread man. Jack had suggested an old family gingerbread recipe, something Sue was more than happy to try.
Which brought them to their current positions, half covered in flour with little gingerbread to Sue's left on a cookie sheet and the bowl, still half full of batter, on Jack's right. In front of them was some of the batter rolled flat. Jack had found all of his cookie cutters – stars, trees, bells and of course, the gingerbread men – and they were trying to get as many cookies out of them as possible. Once they had gotten as many cuts out of the dough as possible, Sue gathered it up, rolling it back into a ball and reaching across Jack to grab some more from the bowl. Jack, meanwhile, reached to the edge of the counter, withdrawing a handful of flour from the bag.
However, it didn't end up on the counter.
What possessed him to throw it at Sue – who was thankfully wearing an apron – he would never be able to figure out. The look of surprise was priceless. She turned slowly to face him, her jaw dropped. He was grinning from ear to ear. Her jaw slowly returned to its normal position and she gave him a saccharine sweet smile. He knew he was in trouble and he tried, as an FBI agent, to stay on his toes but she caught him by surprise when she dumped the end of the flour bag on him. She laughed and he found himself laughing with her. He scooped some off the floor and threw it at her spawning a fight of the ingredients. Then Sue took a sniff and gasped, rushing to the oven and pulling out the slightly charred cookies. They exchanged sheepish looks.
In the end both were completely covered with flour, smelling burnt cookies and having the time of their lives.