Early morning hours.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010:

In Brackettville, Texas, 78832.

The Lost Cookie Patrol safely delivers the Talamantes' Bake Sale Back Orders!


Then, their toughest mission to date completed, the Lost Cookie Patrol safely returns to home base...



On whatever planet or astral plane that might be... :)



"And now, this is how the legend was born...

"On being politely told this past Sunday afternoon that all the Oatmeal Cookies -- in fact all the cookies period -- were already sold out, we felt obliged to beg, holler and scream -- and when even that didn't have the desired effect, we resorted to desperate measures -- mediante echando conjuros con la lana -- o, por lo menos, por medio de tirando unos billetes a los cuatro vientos -- but to no avail!

Or so it seemed! :)

"And then, something really strange happened!

"A Urraca flew overhead, cawing it's little heart out with this message: The Lost Cookie Patrol is coming ! You just got to believe! The Lost Cookie Patrol is coming! You just got to believe!

"And then??!!

"Just this morning the Lost Cookie Patrol safely made it here..."


THE MORAL OF THIS STORY??!!


You just got to believe! :)