I grinded my teeth frustration. I heard Iggy chuckling behind me. I took of my flip-flop and threw it at him, he reached his hand out and caught it. He's blind I thought. And yet, he has better coordination than most humans.
"I'm scowling at you right now, Iggy,"
"Didn't need sight to know that," He retorted.
"I'm thicking my thongue at thou thight naw," I said while sticking my tongue at him. I turned my back to him and thought about trying to Yoogle some recipes. What should I make? Ooh! I know! My favorite snack. Chocolate chip cookies! I saved the mikihow page and typed into Yoogle, Awesome Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe. I clicked on the first link I saw: .com I read the description:
These cookies are perfection! Do you want the fluffy, chewy, chocolately chocolate chip cookies you get at bakeries? This recipe is for you!
Descriptions can be decieving, so I scrolled down to the nearly 5,000 reviews.
amyloveshorses543: Best cookies ever!
llamaslearnCpR: I'm lactose-intolerant yet I ate the whole dozen of cookies. It was too delicious. I'll leave the toilet eventually.
cheeseisntblue1997: Cupcakes have nothing on these cookies. In a fight, the cookie would reach down the cupcakes throat, rip out its intestines and strangle the cupcake with them. GO CHUCK NORRIS!
pink22potato: I think my toe is infected, so these cookies made me feel better.
lifeisworthless09: These cookies prevented me from commiting suicide. Its the best antidepressant. Besides crack.
It sounded perfect so I looked at the materials needed to make this recipe.
*1-1/3 cups all-purpose flour
*1/4 teaspoon baking soda
*1/4 teaspoon salt 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted
*2/3 cup packed brown sugar
*1/3 cup white sugar
*2 teaspoons vanilla extract
*1 egg
*1 egg yolk
*$1-1/3 cups semisweet chocolate chips
I took out a pad of paper and wrote down the ingredients in a clumsy scrawl. I searched the cupboards. We had all the ingredients!
"FANG, ANGEL, IGGY, GAZZY, NUDGE. I'M GOING TO START COOKING NOW!" I yelled.
"I'm calling my insurance company," said Fang.
"I'll give you the number!" yelled Angel. Nudge rolled her eyes, walked up to me and started helping.
"You're helping me?" I asked, confused.
"I trust you,"
"Idiot," Iggy coughed. Nudge glared at Iggy.
"We'll show them," She murmured under her breath.