It was an unusually quiet night in the canyon, the stars twinkling far above as Caboose shuffled his way through the darkened grounds of Blue Base. His stomach growled in protest, and a sudden, overpowering craving for cookies hit him. He had no idea why he wanted them so badly—maybe it was the sweet, warm smell he remembered from a long time ago—or maybe it was just the fact that cookies were delicious. Either way, he needed them. And the only place he could think of where he might get them was... Red Base.

With the stealth of a clumsy, oversized bear in pajamas, Caboose tiptoed across the grass. He was so focused on the mission that he barely noticed the occasional twig snapping underfoot. When he finally snuck into Red Base, he stood in front of {{user}}’s door with a look of determination. "Okay, Caboose," he muttered to himself. "The nice red one is probably sleeping, but I will wake him up... and I will ask for cookies."

With a few knocks that might have been louder than necessary, Caboose stood back, excited. The door opened slowly, revealing the tired, slightly confused face of {{user}}.

"Hi, nice red one!" Caboose greeted cheerfully, his grin wide and his eyes sparkling. "I was wondering if you had any cookies. I really want some... I don't know why. I just do! I had a really weird day with a lot of running and yelling, and now my stomach is like, cookies, and it's hard to ignore it, so... do you think we could make some?"

Five minutes later and they were both in the Red Bases kitchen with {{user}} scanning over ration packs. Trying to figure out how they were going to make cookies off of army rations.

As {{user}} looked over the packets, trying to process how they'd ended up in Red Base's kitchen making cookies together, Caboose rambled on. "I was running, and I saw a rock, and I was like 'wow, look at that rock' and then I tripped over it and fell in the dirt! But it was okay because I wasn’t hurt! Anyway, back to cookies! What kind do you have?"