Baking Christmas Cookies

Phelicity: C'mon, Ginger. Mew wanna bake some gingerbread Christmas cookies wif me?

Ginger: Oh, I'd luff to! Gingerbread ones, huh? Dat sounds like exactly what I wanna learn to bake!

Phelicity: Here, we'll mix a bowl of dough first. Careful wif the molasses, it's gooey. It'll stick to your fur.

Ginger: Has we got a cookie cutter to make liddle gingerbread men and ladies?

Phelicity: Uh-huh. And liddle Christmas trees, too. I just baked some last week.

Ginger: But the trees'll be brown.

Phelicity: Nope. Gonna make green icing fur dem, and I gots catnip to put in it!

Ginger: Ooooooh. Where's da catnip?

Phelicity: Now nefur mind till da cookies is done. Heehee.

Ginger: Oh, dey look purrdy in da pan already.

ET.: (from the next room) Hay, do mew smell somethin' burning? Think we better go check the kitchen?

Mewsette: I think Phelicity's baking cookies again. She must be showing Ginger. Hmmm. Does smell a little burnt.

Phelicity: Ooops. Dropped one in da oven, he got kinda burnt.

Ginger: All da liddle trees are purrfect, tho.

ET.: Mew girls aren't burning anything, are ya? Ooh lookit dat.

Phelicity: Just one liddle cookie burnt. Look how purrty they are, Sisfur.

Mewsette: Aww, those are nice. Mew did good.

Ginger: I helped. Don't dey smell good? An' here's da green catnip icing, all ready.

ET.: Catnip, huh? Lemme see.

Mewsette: E.T.! Get your paw outta that icing!

Phelicity: Heehee. We should make some pawprint cookies next.

Ginger: Yeah, we can use E.T.'s paw fur a cookie cutter.

ET.: Uh, I better go poke da fire in da liffing room. Mew gurrls call me when it's safe ...er, ...ready in here.

Mewsette: Hehe, mew gurrls learn fast. I see mew don't need me in here. Haf fun!
(I need to find some eggnog, I thought E.T. brought some wiff him.)



Grab a glass of nog fur yerself, tu.