It was a perfect day for coloring out on the balcony with your best friend, and that's what Cat Noir and Marinette were doing. At least until Cat's tummy growled loudly. "What was that?" Marinette asked, looking up with her purple crayon in hand. "Just my ferocious tummy." "Well, I guess we could go down for a snack."
Downstairs, Cat and Marinette found both of her parents gathered around a small package that sat at the kitchen table. "Papa got a package from America!" Sabine told them. "And I think I know what is," Tom grinned, opening it. "Cookies!" Marinette laughed. "Papa! Why do you need American cookies when we have oodles of cookies downstairs?" "Ah, but these are Oreo cookies from the States. And you know I love a good cookie!"
The package was blue and white and while Marinette poured the milk, Cat's mouth watered looking at the delicious cookie on the front. "Here you go, Kitty." Cat loved milk, even without cookies. "How many cookies-Cat!" She looked up in horror to see Cat lapping milk out of his glass with his pink tongue. "Manners!" "This is the way cats drink milk!" "Real cats!" Marinette groaned. "Not boys dressed in catsuits." Then she started giggling for Cat had a milk mustache. The crunchy cookies were delicious, just the right amount of chocolate and cream, but Marinette and Cat both agreed they tasted best dunked in milk.
Over the past week, the cookies disappeared, until one day only one remained. Marinette was upstairs helping her mother with laundry, but would be downstairs too. Cat found the cookies and stared longingly at the last cookie. He looked towards the stairs. Marinette wouldn't mind, would she? There were plenty of chocolate chippies in the cookie jar. Before he knew it, Cat was crunching down the last cookie.
"Okay, Cat, ready for snack?" Marinette walked downstairs, and Cat immediately felt guilty. "Um," he said, playing with his tail. "Cat, where's the last cookie? Did you eat it?" Cat hastily wiped cookie crumbs from his chin. "That's the way the cookie crumbles, and it crumbled into my tummy." Marinette groaned softly. "That was my last Oreo."
Suddenly, the cookie didn't seem delicious to Cat anymore. If he would waited, they could have shared. "Time to start supper!" Mama Cheng came downstairs. "Can I count on my two best helpers?" "Okay," Marinette said, sadly and Cat nodded, ears drooping. "What's wrong?" "Cat ate the last Oreo. I was hoping to share the last one." "Well, I think I fix that, as long as it doesn't spoil your dinner."
Mama Cheng opened one of the jars, taking out an Oreo. "I was saving this for later, but I don't like to see you sad!"
Marinette broke the cookie in half, handing it to Cat Noir. "Its like our friendship, Kitty. Alone we are strong, but together we are unstoppable."
As Cat munched his cookie, it tasted good, but nothing could be sweeter then his friendship with Marinette.