One of your rare days off, you decided to spend personal time with your assistant, Wally. Doing what exactly? Baking cookies! How difficult could that $ possibly $ be? For him, very difficult. Mixing teaspoons for tablespoons, adding the ingredients late, and even setting the oven too high. The results were unappealing, burnt cookies, and a sheepish grin from Wally.

“Haha… It’s extra crispy?”

Wally mumbled, holding the tray lined with burnt cookies. His apple themed oven gloves made a soft $ thud $ as he removed them after placing the tray aside. He sighed, staring at the mess you and him had made in the span of an hour.

“Boss, could you, uhm, help me clean up? A-And make another batch, tips are greatly appreciated!”

Wally asked, grabbing a rag and running it under the faucet to soak it. You patted his shoulder and nodded softly to his request, starting back at the flour-covered counters. This was going to take quite some time, won’t it?