The Great Cookie Quest - BRONZE WINNER

By Ben Bailey, aged 10

DAY 1

Woke up. Felt an urgent desire for cookies. No. More than urgent. This was an OVERWHELMING ,ALL CONSUMING NEED FOR COOKIES.

Mum is already in the kitchen worst luck. Still worth a try. “Could I have a cookie please Mum?”

“No way. You haven't had your breakfast yet.”

“Cookies for breakfast will give me energy for the day!”

No answer but the look on her face suggests this is not her idea of a healthy breakfast.

10 Minutes Later

Mum still in the kitchen. Get commando gear on. Wait till Mum is distracted on the phone. Crawl under the table. Reach the cookie tin. Open the lid. Raise the first cookie to my mouth. The radio comes on. ”Liverpool have made it to the semi-finals of the FA Cup Final.” Forget my disguise and whoop and drop the cookie. Mum catches me in the act. Grounded for the rest of the day.

DAY 2

A fresh quest for cookies starts this morning. Today I decide to up the stakes. However when I come downstairs for breakfast I notice Mum has put a padlock on the cookie cupboard. So as soon as she goes out to walk the dog I borrow a glittery hairclip from my sister (sisters have some uses I guess). Disguised with scarves in a makeshift balaclava I pick the lock and get a cookie. This is so easy! Take a big bite into the biscuit. Uuuuuuugh. Spit it out into the sink. Dog biscuits. Mum arrives to see me draining a bottle of milk over my open mouth and face to remove the taste of liver. Grounded for attempted cookie theft and making a mess.

DAY 3

Renewed energy today and NEED cookies desperately. Hide behind the door until Mum is distracted with the washing. Silently shoot a sucker dart on a string at the cookie tin. Amazing skill and accuracy. Haul cookies in tin towards me. Mum's cookie alarm goes off! Back outside quietly. Trip over the dog (also cookie crazy). We both fall face first into the mud. Grounded for armed robbery, cookie jar damages and mud mess made!

DAY 4

Go online onto ebay and buy an ACME make your own wrecking ball. “Borrow” next door's digger and drive through the garden. Roughly pinpoint the part of the wall next to the cookie cupboard inside. I start pressing some buttons. Get ejected and shaken before finally finding the lever to swing the wrecking ball. It works like magic. Smash straight through the wall creating direct line to the cookies. Grab the cookies. Forget the swinging ball. Am swung into next door's garden. Grounded for 2 years for crimes innumerable.

DAY 5

This was not my finest plan. Suffice to say dynamite did not work. Grounded for life and hospitalised.

DAY 6

Woke up in a hospital bed.

“Is there anything I can get you?” asks a nurse kindly.

“Yes,” I reply. “Can I have some cookies please?”