Spirit Cookie Surprise
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One day, as Witchy was walking through the Mists of Nevermore, coming back from visiting Chaos. She noticed that the spirit seemed to be a little low in the land.
So Witchy decided it was time to make a batch of her special Chocolate Chip Spirit Cookies. 
She decided, that after she baked some of her yummy cookies, she'd go by Faerie Land, and ask the Faerie Queen if she could borrow a couple of her fae to spread the cookies around.
She knew they were a couple of fae's that might have the energy to carry the Witchy Spirit Cookies around. One in particular came to Witchy's mind. A smartie pants little fae, by the name of Sportie. Loud and obnoxious, always buzzing around the witch, trying to steal her chocolate goodies. It would serve the Sportie Fae right, if she asked the Faerie Queen for Sportie's help. All that hauling and delivering, the little fae would be exhausted by the end of the day. Of course, she might reward the little fae, with a yummy nutty chocolate bar, if she did a good job in delivering the cookies to all the different clan's of the land.
On the way home, she stopped by the Troll's Portal, and picked up a couple of tons of his Spirit Dust. 
If she was going to make that many spirit cookies, she better have all the ingredients on hand. Once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop till all the cookies were done.
While she was there, she browsed around the Trolls Shoppe. He had some beautiful wands for sale, maybe she would come and pick up one for Onediful for the Samhain Holiday. She really did need a new wand, that one she came through the green gem portal with, was kind of ratty looking.
Back at the Tavern, Witchy got out the ingredients that she needed for her cookies. She got out her blender 
and she got out a large pitcher 
to hold the spirit dust in, so it would be easier to pour. Because she wanted to make these Spirit Cookies extra special, she even pulled out of her pockets, her extra special spices 
And of course, she got out the chocolate 
Stirring and pouring, mixing and adding, she put together all the ingredients for about a hundred dozen chocolate chip spirit cookies. Than she put them in her extra large oven to bake.
Exhausted, she decided to relax in her comfy chair and put her feet up, till the cookies were finished baking. But space cadet Witchy forgot to set the timer. 
and witchy, being exhausted from all the energy she used, making her special ChocolateChip Spirit Cookies, fell asleep.
Well, no sooner was the witch asleep, when over the window sill, popped a little goblin. 
He had followed the witch from the Troll's Portal. Where he had been hanging around, hoping to snitch a little Troll Divinity candy 
But he had seen the witch go into the store and watched her buy a couple of the 500 pound bags of Spirit Dust.
Well the little goblin just knew that if the witch was buying up that much SpiritDust, than that meant that she was going to be doing some baking. He once had been lucky enough to get two whole bars of Witchy's Chocolate Bars 
Of course, there had been a big fight with the rest of the goblin pack, when they found out he had them. But he had worked very hard, following the vampire Chaos around, just waiting for her to drop one. He had been extra lucky, that the two large wolves that hung around the vampire, had jumped on her, trying to get her to give them one.
While the wolves were jumping and frolicking around the vampire, she was swinging the box of chocolate bars from side to side, trying to keep them away from the wolves. The vampire never even noticed, when a couple fell out of the box. He would have had three of the bars, but some stupid little gryphlet had showed up out of no where, scaring himself, goblin N, white as a ghost, and hissing at him, when he tried to take the chocolate bar away from it.
He let the gryphlet have it. He figured that two witchy chocolate bars, was better than none.
So when he saw the witch going into the trolls shop, he decided to hang around and see what she was up to. And now his patience was going to pay off. The only problem was, he needed helped to get into the witch's tavern, and to get the oven open. There was no way he was going to wait, not when the opportunity presented itself so perfectly, what with the witch falling asleep in the other room and the cookies almost done, in the oven.
Off the goblin N went, to get a couple of his buddies. 
Together they climbed on top of each others shoulders and went in through the kitchen window. Ever so quietly, they snuck across the kitchen floor towards the oven. They had to be extra quiet, because they knew that somewhere, was Witchy's mean ugly cat, Imp. 
Imp loved to catch the goblins and play with them. When he was finished, he usually took them to the witch, who would than give them a scolding for teasing the Imp.
Teasing! Like they would tease the stupid flea-bitten cat. But no matter what they told the witch, she never believed them. Sure enough, she would give this long and terribly boring lecture, about how they should be good little goblins, especially if they ever wanted any of the yummy witchy chocolate bars. Then she would tease them herself, by pulling out a bar or two from her pockets, waving them around, and than putting them back in her pockets, where the goblins couldn't get to them. Oh no, there was no way that he would ever try to get into one of her pockets. Legend had it, that his great grandfather snuck into one of the witchy's pockets, and to this day, no one has ever heard from him. He could still be in there from the way the elders talked.
She really was a wicked witch. Goblin N just didn't understand how every one could think she was so nice. She was selfish with her candies and cookies, she was always yelling at them, the poor little goblins, and she was very bossy. Yes, a Wicked Witch, was the Witchy.
But they were going to be on the high road today. Oh yes they were. When they bought back pocketfuls of witchy's spirit cookies, they were going to be hero's in the goblin caves. The other goblins would treat them like kings. Pooh! They might even kick the old king out, and make N King!
Goblin N couldn't help but grin at the thought.
But first, they had to get the cookies out of the oven. It was ok though, Goblin N had a plan.
So the three goblins snuck across the witchy kitchen floor. Then, just like they did at the window, they each stood on each others shoulders. Than Goblin N unwrapped the rope, he had around his waist. 
He threw the rope, once, twice, a third time, before he got it around the oven door handle. As soon as it was over the handle, he gently started pushing the rope at his end, towards the door. Which made the end that was through the oven door handle, come back down towards him. As soon as it was close enough, he grabbed the end of the rope that had gone through the oven handle, looked down at the the other two goblins, and whispered loudly, "Hold On!", than, brave little Goblin N, thinking of how this was going to make him a hero (or maybe even King) of the goblin pack, closed his eyes and jumped.
Well, down he fell. "My, I'm falling much faster than I thought I would" thought Goblin N. He could feel his buddy B hanging on to his feet. The weight of the other two goblins pulling him down, faster and faster. He gathered his courage, and opened his eyes. Than closed them again very quickly. He was moving much to fast to have them open. There was a jerk, he felt the oven door opening, than, all of a sudden, he did not feel Goblin B's hands around his ankles.
He felt a pull back UP, and there was a loud BANG as the oven door slammed shut again. But worse of all, the oven door opened again, just a little ways, and SLAM, closed again. And AGAIN.
Each time the oven door would open just a little bit less, than slam shut again. Goblin N swinging widely around. Every time he would have an up swing, he could see the cookies through the oven window. Then back down he would swing bouncing against the hot oven door. Up and down, back and forth the poor little Goblin N would swing.
His friends below him, jumping and bouncing, trying to catch him.
Getting more and more sad, as he would swing up, twisting himself around so that he could see in the oven window, the cookies running together, with each bang of the door, and slam of him hitting the hot oven.
Finally, the door stop opening and closing, and little Goblin N just laid there. Pressed against the hot oven door, till, whoooooooomp, down he fell. Laying on the floor, looking up at his friends, who stood around him, staring down wide eyed.
Poor little Goblin N, was red. His whole front and even his back, was burnt a nice bright red. The same color as his hat. From lying (and bouncing) against the oven door.
Worse was yet to come. Because as Goblin N stared up at his friends, and they stared down at him, a bright red head with yellow eyes appeared over top of his friends heads. It was Imp.
Goblin N thought "of course, Now he would show up". With a scream at his friends, "IMP!" he jumped up, knocking them back, and started running toward the kitchen window. He didn't have much hope in his heart, of making it out of the window, but he had to at least try. Because if the witch got hold of them now, it was not going to be pretty.
So ran they did. His friends right behind him. Getting to the window, he turned and cupping his hands together, first one friend, than the other quickly put a foot into his hand, and he boosted them up to the window sill. They both turned around, and reached down, grabbing his hands as he reached up, lifting him up to the sill. Then all three of t hem, jumped to the ground, and started running like all the imps of the neither world were after them. In N's heart, he knew that at least one of them was.With sadness he ran, not only would he not become king of the goblins, not only did he not get any of the witch's cookies, but he'd lost that nice rope belt of his, leaving it hanging from the oven door handle.
Oh well, so far they were still alive. That was something.
Witchy sat up quickly. "Hello?" had she just heard someone knocking on the door? Darn, she thinks, I fell asleep, "My COOKIES!" she hollers, and starts running toward the kitchen, she can smell them. They smell done. In fact, they smell almost to done. What happen to the timer? she thinks. "whoops, I forgot to set it" Out of the corner of her eye, she notices movement out the kitchen window, glancing quickly out the window, as she moves even faster toward the oven, she sees a couple of goblins, just now, entering the woods. Thinking only, "I've never seen a red goblin before", she pushes Imp, who is on the floor rolling around with a piece of brown sting...(*Now where had he dug that up?*)...out of her way with one foot, at the same time grabbing her ovens mitts and slipping them on her hands, she opens the oven door.
She stands there, not moving. Just staring into the oven. "OH NO!" she cries. Reaching in, she starts pulling out the cookie sheets, one at a time, and putting them on her butcher block topped counters. Just shaking her head back and forth, reaching back into the oven, to pull out another cookie sheet. "What in the wooooorld happen to my cookies?!" she wails. "They all ran together! HOW Could This Happen?"
And WHAT Do I Do With Them NOW?
