Due to a little 'hint' from AliasCWN, I have decided to expand upon the first chapter of this series but it might be a little while before I get around to posting it.
P.S. This particular one-shot is based on a flashback in my other Rat Patrol story, The Silent Private.
Gary Denniston motioned for Tully to follow him through the back door and they quietly snuck into the kitchen their bare feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor. Gary looked around positive that there wasn't anyone close by and carefully removed the lid from the cookie vase, he stuck his hand down into it and extracted a handful of the tasty homemade cookies.
Silently, he stuffed them into his pocket and placed the lid back on the case, "Come on!" He hissed. They turned around to leave but his elbow grazed the vase and it toppled to the floor with a loud crash.
The door leading to the rest of the house was flung open and they found themselves staring down the barrel of a shotgun, Mrs. Pettigrew quickly realized that it was naughty children and not robbers like she'd thought, "Both of you ought t'be ashamed, what if I had shot you!?" She exclaimed, "I might just be inclined to shoot your heads off for that heart attack you gave me though!" Both boys gulped nervously and looked at each other contemplating if they could get out fast enough before she pulled the trigger.
To their great relief, she burst out laughing and shook her head, "I would never shoot you two, but I do want this mess cleaned up." She strode out and closed the door firmly behind her.
"Smart idea, huh?" 7-year-old Tully scoffed bending down to pick up the shards.
"Oh shaddup," Gary retorted
They had the mess cleaned up shortly and went to tell her that they were done, "Oh, that's good. Now I want you to sweep the floor, just in case you left behind anything."
They trudged back into the kitchen and took turns sweeping while glaring at each other, "Fine, now you can dust the living room." She told them once they were finished, "And there are a few dishes left from breakfast, you can wash those too."
One hour and thirteen minutes later, two tired boys lay in the shade of the large oak tree, "Tully?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I'll ever touch another cookie."