Cookie Monster

"Oh man," Johnny groaned as the squad pulled in front of the supermarket.

"What's wrong?" Roy looked at the front of the store. It was your typical Saturday market crowd, mothers and kids, single guys nothing out of the ordinary the paramedic could see.

"There here Roy," Johnny hissed. "Man I wonder if I have enough money." He pointed to a card table, two mothers in chairs and about six girls in uniforms.

"Whose here?" Roy again looked at the perfectly normal scene.

"The Girl Scouts Roy," Johnny pointed to the cookie booth set up in front of the store.

"So?" DeSoto started to get out of the squad, Gage pulled him back.

"There insidious Roy, simply insidious," Gage shook his head as he took out his wallet.

"Johnny I wouldn't exactly call Girl Scouts insidious, kinda harsh you think?" Roy wondered what had gotten into his otherwise calm partner.

"Sure that's easy for you to say. You wanta know how much I got hit up for on my days off? Huh pally. There a menace, simply a menace. I mean no you just can't buy one box; you gotta buy a couple cause you can only get them once a year. Oh and you just can't eat one, noooo. Roy I ate two boxes, man two boxes of the dang thin mints," Johnny whined and counted his money again.

Roy laughed.

"What's so funny? Huh, you think I'm made out of money. Besides if I don't bring back cookies for after lunch the guys are going to kill me and I don't even know which are their favorites," Johnny worked himself up in a tizzy. Roy wondered if before they left Gage would be hyperventilating.

"Thin mints are always good, besides I'm sure they'll pay you back," Roy grinned and then sighed. "Besides before long you'll have a direct connection."

"Why's that?" Johnny stopped counting his money and looked at his forlorn friend.

"My daughter wants to join, you know," Roy gripped the steering wheel harder.

"Well that's good isn't it? I mean they teach the girls to be independent, strong, good values right? What's so bad about that?" Johnny now wondered if his cool, calm friend had lost it.

"No it's bad, because knowing Joanne she'll get real caught up in it. Be the assistant scout leader, maybe the cookie chair," Roy grinned.

"Oh that's bad, man all those cookies," Johnny shook his head.

"No, it's good. I mean Joanne and my daughter will grow closer and then all that cookie selling will build up her self esteem, showing the world she can do anything she wants. Why she'll become a first class scout in no time. She'll just grow up," Roy looked at the smiling girl scouts picturing his daughter as one.

"Oh that's bad. I mean she won't be daddy's girl anymore and then I'll have a direct line to cookies. Cap will kill me," Johnny sighed, knowing the cap's penchant for Trefoils.

"No, actually it's good. I mean she can't be little forever, even if I wanted to and hey, the Girl Scouts are a good organization and it will emphasize our values. It will be really good for her," Roy smiled.

Johnny opened his mouth and then closed it.

Tones went off ending their conversation.

Gage was relieved since the Girl Scouts wouldn't be getting any of his money for today.

Roy sighed his little girl was growing up so fast; he would just have to cherish each moment.

Yes folks it's that time of year. So how many boxes of cookies did you buy from co-workers and how many did you buy coming out of the grocery store, humm?