I'll just grab a tiny bite he thought. Wally will be so distracted with his cookies and smooches or whatever he'll never know. And I won't even take much! Just a little cookie dough and then later, cookies! And no one has to know.
It was with these schemes racing through his head that Bart abandoned Bioshock Infinite (he'd already beat it like five times omgz that ending!) and sped into the kitchen. He had a spoon full of the classic and was just digging with another spoon into the mint chip kind when he felt the hand on top of his head.
He swallowed the chunk of cookie dough apprehensively and sat down on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island.
"Uh.. am I in trouble?" He asked, reclaiming his spoon from the mint cookie dough and tried not to look guilty. He hadn't done anything wrong recently that he could think of!