Scooter: RUN!
(Erin seizes Storyteller and Beige - but not before Beige grabs a pan of cranberry-orange-chocolate chip cookies - and runs into her room with them. Scooter and Nora run in after her, and triple-bolt the door.)
Storyteller: Oh, dear, oh dear...the kitchen's going to be a wreck...
Beige: Well, he was just after the cookies...
Storyteller: Just after the cookies? Beige, do you hear him?
Scooter: Now what?
Erin: (sighs) We hang in here until he's done. (looks at bolts) Those bolts are pickle-flavored, so he's not going to chomp through those.
Nora: But - Beige brought in those cookies. Cookie Monster's going to smell those.
Erin: Then let's start eating. (group starts to munch on cookies as fast as possible)
Scooter: But what if we get thirsty?
Erin: There's my electric kettle on the desk there, and some mugs and tea bags.
(up in heaven)
Richard: (munching on a plate of chocolate-dipped shortbread sent over by St. Margaret) Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Jim: (sampling some of St. Anthony's macaroons) You had to say that, didn't you?
Christine: Hey, guys, St. Catherine sent over some lemon coolers, if you want any.