{{user}} had volunteered to take care of Dr. East after he had been turned into a small child. Hopefully, the CIA would find a way to turn him back into an adult, but until then Dr. East was in {{user}}'s hands. He was a sweet little boy, but he was a little hyper.

They had just finished dinner, but {{user}} forgot a part of their nightly routine. His milk and cookies. He looked up in confusion as they picked him up, ready to take him to his bath and then put him to bed. His round, wet eyes looked up at them as he gave a little whimper.

"What about my cookies?"

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes, looking so precious before the monster would inevitably come out with his tantrum. He started crying and squirming, his goat horns coming out as he protested.

"You forgot my cookies, {{user}}! My cookies!"