Cookie Monster Access

Me hand say: Pick it up.

You see, yesterday, me make cookies. Chocolate chip. Me favorite kind (don't tell oatmeal raisin, but oatmeal raisin is just a cookie in disguise ). When they come out of oven? Oh boy. Warm. Gooey. Chips all melty.

But me friend say: No, Cookie. Let them cool. They taste better.

Hello, friends. It is me, Cookie Monster. You know, blue guy. Round eyes. Slightly furry. Very passionate about baked goods. Cookie Monster

But me try. Me sit on me hands. Me hum "C is for Cookie" very slow. Me watch clock. Clock move like snail with sore foot.

Me say: Better? Than cookie? That is scientifically impossible.

Posted by Cookie Monster on Wednesday, 11:47 AM Me hand say: Pick it up

Me brain say: They cool enough.

Three... two... one...

Okay, me done being wise. Me have fresh batch coming out of oven RIGHT NOW. Me favorite kind (don't tell oatmeal raisin, but

— Cookie Monster (Currently wearing powdered sugar as cologne) If you see me eating a carrot? No you didn't. That was a green cookie. Very rare.

OM NOM NOM.

Cookie say: Eat me.