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This time with a touch of spies and looking for the tasty cookies!

I love it!Thanx for making this one so funny and cute!^^

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Signing off this is agent\n\nSMD.” A small cub speaks into a hand worked recording device.\n\nThe boy stood atop his grand stand giving a speech to a party of 8. Of course none of them were\n\nactually real people, except for his brother. The beagle boy had always been an imaginative one and today\n\nwas one of those days where boredom had taken over as the overriding factor in life. Sammy had just\n\nturned 11 and was ornately fascinated by the James Bond films. Despite the genre being well outside of\n\nhis age rage, the cub had seen every film and was quite knowledgeable about the world of fictionalized\n\nespionage.\n\nThe orange and white puppy stepped off of his wooden box, standing in full regalia similar to\n\nthat of what he had seen so many times in the movies. In actuality he was wearing a dark black sports coat\n\nwith matching slacks. The stuff was supposed to be worn for formal occasions but Sammy never\n\ninformed his parents that he intended to it for pretend. He didn't think they would mind, especially since\n\nthe clothing was now over a year old and was rather a tight fit on his growing body. The outfit was\n\ncomplete with a dark set of spectacles which replaced his normal glasses.\n\nThe president he was speaking of was in fact no member of the government. It was actually his\n\nbrother who was having one of those days where he felt rather lazy. Remi and Sammy were twins and the\n\nonly distinguishing feature between the two was Remi's lack of glasses and Sammy was the slightly taller\n\nof the two. However to an unfamiliar outsider the brothers were very much identical. Remi also wasn't\n\nquite as into the whole spy bit as his brother was. But this particular day, he decided to indulge the bigger\n\ncub.\n\nThe smaller cub served as the commander and chief, though he didn't go as far to dress like his\n\nbrother. Remi was much more keen on his parents peculiarities, and unlike his brother he was quite\n\ncertain they would get upset if he used his good clothing for playtime. After a small quarrel, the two\n\ndecided to just pretend with Sammy being the only one to bother getting into what he considered an\n\nappropriate costume. However that didn't stop the smaller cub from pretending to the best of the ability.\n\n“Agent SMD. Your goal, should you chose to accept, is to secure point A. Our scout has reported that\n\nthere is a small chance of the enemy being present. Should you be caught, the mission will be for\n\nnothing.” Remi showed his brother a small poorly drawn map he had made of their house.\n\n“Here on the map you can see four entry points. Two are located in the front and two are located at the\n\nsides. Recon has reported that the enemy most likely will guard the front. A back entry is reccomended,\n\nbut you may use your best judgment regarding this.”Remi made two very poorly drawn arrows indicating\n\nthe entrances of the home.\n\n“Yes, Mr. President. Should I secure any hostages if I find any?” Sammy saluted his makeshift boss.\n\n“Agent Bear reported no hostages were taken. However if you find any and free them, then you will be\n\nrewarded handsomely.”\n\n\nSammy was prepared for his mission. The so-called president pointed out a make-shift window\n\nthat looked over the small one story home.\n\n“As you can see there is no sign of any guards or dogs...well other than us of course.” Remi had to hold\n\nback a giggle from that terrible joke.\n\n“I shall give you two tools which shall help you in your task.” The smaller cub handed the bigger one a\n\nrecording device and a small pen.\n\n“What do they do?” Sammy asked secretly hoping they were more than just normal household items.\n\n“The pen will serve as a stun gun and a walkie talkie will be to signal for immediate evacuation, should\n\nthings get too dangerous.\n\n“Very well. I am ready, Mr. President.” Sammy fixed his little bowtie and stashed the small items in his\n\ntwo front pockets.\n\n“Good luck and may the force be with you.” The faux executive burst out laughing as his brother rolled\n\nhis eyes.\n\nThe bigger cub made his way to the small ladder which led into the yard. Remi continued to watch from\n\nabove, wiping his eyes of the tears of joy he had just induced. The smaller cub had hoped for his brothers\n\nvictory since he too wanted to reap the rewards of his success.\n\nSammy did not seek to make his way directly across the back yard. Instead he clandestinely\n\nsnuck through the shrubs which covered the fences on both sides of the property. His intention was to\n\nremain as stealthy as possible and go undetected. He knew the back sliding glass door but the cub was not\n\none who sought an easy way to do anything. The beagle instead decided that he would climb into his\n\nroom from the window.\n\nHe knew his mother had left the fixture open since it was a warm fall day. It was a way to save\n\non electricity since the heat of summer had been rather expensive for the twins parents. Sammy made his\n\nway to his room which was on the west side of the home, hugging the right side of the fence. 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For a moment he couldn't think of any thing but tasting the stuff and getting his\n\npaws on the fresh baked goods. He stood for a moment, enjoying the scent and wagging his tail at the\n\nthought of gorging himself on a whole plate of them.\n\n“This is President Gibson, status report.” Remi checked in on his brothers progress.\n\n“Shh...you're going to blow my cover.” Sammy turned down the radio device, no longer entranced by the\n\naroma of the confections.\n\nSammy continued his way out of the room once he had regained his composure. He could still\n\nsmell the cookies but getting to them without being caught was an issue in itself. Looking outside\n\nof his room, he began to wonder the best possible route for getting to the kitchen. He had no idea where\n\n\neither of his parents were and they could be anywhere this time of the day. 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The boys father was yelling some nonsense at the television in front of him, pretending that the\n\ntwo people discussing the sport in front of him, heard his complaints.\n\nSammy rolled his eyes and knelt down so that he could go about behind the couch without being\n\nseen. It seemed his gamble had been worth it because the boys father was way to involved with his\n\nfootball match. The cub continued to crawl making his way toward the kitchen, noticing that the smell of\n\nthe cookies became ever stronger as he got closer to the source of the food. He was getting hungry now\n\nand anxious to score his prize.\n\nThe very next room over was the kitchen. Unlike the living room where his father was fixed to\n\nthe sofa, the kitchen had tile floor. Sammy knew that crawling around wasn't an option since it would be\n\nmore painful than it was on a carpet surface. The boy peeked inside to make sure his mother wasn't there.\n\nSure enough the tall woman was there, but her focus was turned outside as if looking on something. This\n\nwas Sammy's chance to prove his skills as a faux spy.\n\nHe decided to creep in while kneeling. Taking small but methodical steps across the tile, making\n\nsure to not slip on his slippery socks which offered little to no traction. The cub worked his way across\n\nthe floor, little by little, surprised that his mother had not caught him yet. The woman on the other hand\n\nwas making some juice and was busy working the blender so she had something to sate her thirst while\n\ncatering to her husbands demands during the soccer game.\n\nSammy made it to the counter where he believed the cookies would be and slowly rose up to the\n\nplatform where he thought they were. His mother began turning around and caught a slight glimpse of\n\nwhat he was doing. Staring for moment at the boys now tattered and dirty formal clothing. It took ever\n\nfiber of her being to not yell at him.\n\n“What are you doing, Sammy...?” The mother remained calm and collected since the sports coat didn't\n\nappear badly damaged.\n\nThe cubs heart skipped a beat and then steadily rose to race. He stopped in his tracks as his face\n\nturned beet red and he began to turn around slowly.\n\n“Well...I'm waiting.” The woman began tapping her foot on the floor wanting an answer.\n\n“Um...” Sammy knew he didn't have a good answer and immediately pushed the emergency signal on the\n\nwalkie talkie.\n\n“I'll take that...Go change out of your clothes. Now! After go sit in time out and think about what you've\n\ndone.” The mother was furious but she wasn't one who believed in corporal punishment.\n\n“Okay mom...” The cub looked dejectedly to the floor as he slumped out of the kitchen to undress into\n\nsomething else.\n\nRemi overheard the distress call as it squealed from the little radio device which he had stored away. A\n\nsense of unease came over the cub as he considered the cause fot eh use of the signal. The smaller beagle\n\nOperation Sweet Tooth - Nelson.odt\nDisplaying Operation Sweet Tooth - Nelson.odt.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

Operation Sweet Tooth by Pent Ghelsburg

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this work are purely fictional. They are the original and rightful

intellectual property of their creators. I use them with permission and respect. This work contains

underaged content. You have been warned.

“We crave what we cannot have.”

-Ramnaresh Thogaru

“This is agent Samuel D Nelson reporting on behalf of the all those employed in the service of President

Gibson . Today's objective was handed down by chief himself. The goal...to secure several parcels which

have been hidden by the enemy. Reports tells us that these packages contain supplies that are important to

the security of our tree house. We must not let the commander down, for I shall be rewarded if I am

successful in this mission. This objective shall be treated a number one priority. Signing off this is agent

SMD.” A small cub speaks into a hand worked recording device.

The boy stood atop his grand stand giving a speech to a party of 8. Of course none of them were

actually real people, except for his brother. The beagle boy had always been an imaginative one and today

was one of those days where boredom had taken over as the overriding factor in life. Sammy had just

turned 11 and was ornately fascinated by the James Bond films. Despite the genre being well outside of

his age rage, the cub had seen every film and was quite knowledgeable about the world of fictionalized

espionage.

The orange and white puppy stepped off of his wooden box, standing in full regalia similar to

that of what he had seen so many times in the movies. In actuality he was wearing a dark black sports coat

with matching slacks. The stuff was supposed to be worn for formal occasions but Sammy never

informed his parents that he intended to it for pretend. He didn't think they would mind, especially since

the clothing was now over a year old and was rather a tight fit on his growing body. The outfit was

complete with a dark set of spectacles which replaced his normal glasses.

The president he was speaking of was in fact no member of the government. It was actually his

brother who was having one of those days where he felt rather lazy. Remi and Sammy were twins and the

only distinguishing feature between the two was Remi's lack of glasses and Sammy was the slightly taller

of the two. However to an unfamiliar outsider the brothers were very much identical. Remi also wasn't

quite as into the whole spy bit as his brother was. But this particular day, he decided to indulge the bigger

cub.

The smaller cub served as the commander and chief, though he didn't go as far to dress like his

brother. Remi was much more keen on his parents peculiarities, and unlike his brother he was quite

certain they would get upset if he used his good clothing for playtime. After a small quarrel, the two

decided to just pretend with Sammy being the only one to bother getting into what he considered an

appropriate costume. However that didn't stop the smaller cub from pretending to the best of the ability.

“Agent SMD. Your goal, should you chose to accept, is to secure point A. Our scout has reported that

there is a small chance of the enemy being present. Should you be caught, the mission will be for

nothing.” Remi showed his brother a small poorly drawn map he had made of their house.

“Here on the map you can see four entry points. Two are located in the front and two are located at the

sides. Recon has reported that the enemy most likely will guard the front. A back entry is reccomended,

but you may use your best judgment regarding this.”Remi made two very poorly drawn arrows indicating

the entrances of the home.

“Yes, Mr. President. Should I secure any hostages if I find any?” Sammy saluted his makeshift boss.

“Agent Bear reported no hostages were taken. However if you find any and free them, then you will be

rewarded handsomely.”


Sammy was prepared for his mission. The so-called president pointed out a make-shift window

that looked over the small one story home.

“As you can see there is no sign of any guards or dogs...well other than us of course.” Remi had to hold

back a giggle from that terrible joke.

“I shall give you two tools which shall help you in your task.” The smaller cub handed the bigger one a

recording device and a small pen.

“What do they do?” Sammy asked secretly hoping they were more than just normal household items.

“The pen will serve as a stun gun and a walkie talkie will be to signal for immediate evacuation, should

things get too dangerous.

“Very well. I am ready, Mr. President.” Sammy fixed his little bowtie and stashed the small items in his

two front pockets.

“Good luck and may the force be with you.” The faux executive burst out laughing as his brother rolled

his eyes.

The bigger cub made his way to the small ladder which led into the yard. Remi continued to watch from

above, wiping his eyes of the tears of joy he had just induced. The smaller cub had hoped for his brothers

victory since he too wanted to reap the rewards of his success.

Sammy did not seek to make his way directly across the back yard. Instead he clandestinely

snuck through the shrubs which covered the fences on both sides of the property. His intention was to

remain as stealthy as possible and go undetected. He knew the back sliding glass door but the cub was not

one who sought an easy way to do anything. The beagle instead decided that he would climb into his

room from the window.

He knew his mother had left the fixture open since it was a warm fall day. It was a way to save

on electricity since the heat of summer had been rather expensive for the twins parents. Sammy made his

way to his room which was on the west side of the home, hugging the right side of the fence. Once he had

arrived at the window, he could see it was open and tippy-toed so he could peer over the top. It didn't

seem like there was anyone inside and so he assumed it was clear.

Sammy tried with all of his might to lift himself over top of the window. Doing so was much

harder than he anticipated. Luckily there was a stool which his mother normally used to clip high hanging

branches nearby. Pulling the thing over was simple enough, and just that little boost in height was enough

to give the cub what he needed to get over the top. As he rolled inside, he landed on his two hind legs

holding his hand out in the gesture of a gun.

The boy was inside and the initial temperature shift was jolting but not drastic enough to deter

him from what he was doing. However there was a light scent of oatmeal cookies in the air and it

tantalized the cubs scent. For a moment he couldn't think of any thing but tasting the stuff and getting his

paws on the fresh baked goods. He stood for a moment, enjoying the scent and wagging his tail at the

thought of gorging himself on a whole plate of them.

“This is President Gibson, status report.” Remi checked in on his brothers progress.

“Shh...you're going to blow my cover.” Sammy turned down the radio device, no longer entranced by the

aroma of the confections.

Sammy continued his way out of the room once he had regained his composure. He could still

smell the cookies but getting to them without being caught was an issue in itself. Looking outside

of his room, he began to wonder the best possible route for getting to the kitchen. He had no idea where


either of his parents were and they could be anywhere this time of the day. The cub decided to place his

chips on betting his father was watching soccer.

It was Saturday which meant there was likely a plethora of matches on the television. Despite

being American, the father had grown up loving the worlds sport. He was especially fond of the Arsenal

club which was the very same team the boy's grandfather had played for in his youth. As such the twins

father was a big fan of soccer. Today was the day where Arsenal was to play Liverpool. The local sports

channel had been talking the match up all week and Sammy was fully aware of it.

So it was worth the gamble, he figured. Sammy took off his shoes in order to eliminate as much

sound as possible. Turning the left corner and following the left wall, the cub eventually heard the sound

of the television. Sure enough the blasting announcer of ESPN FC was going on about their love for

Liverpool. The boys father was yelling some nonsense at the television in front of him, pretending that the

two people discussing the sport in front of him, heard his complaints.

Sammy rolled his eyes and knelt down so that he could go about behind the couch without being

seen. It seemed his gamble had been worth it because the boys father was way to involved with his

football match. The cub continued to crawl making his way toward the kitchen, noticing that the smell of

the cookies became ever stronger as he got closer to the source of the food. He was getting hungry now

and anxious to score his prize.

The very next room over was the kitchen. Unlike the living room where his father was fixed to

the sofa, the kitchen had tile floor. Sammy knew that crawling around wasn't an option since it would be

more painful than it was on a carpet surface. The boy peeked inside to make sure his mother wasn't there.

Sure enough the tall woman was there, but her focus was turned outside as if looking on something. This

was Sammy's chance to prove his skills as a faux spy.

He decided to creep in while kneeling. Taking small but methodical steps across the tile, making

sure to not slip on his slippery socks which offered little to no traction. The cub worked his way across

the floor, little by little, surprised that his mother had not caught him yet. The woman on the other hand

was making some juice and was busy working the blender so she had something to sate her thirst while

catering to her husbands demands during the soccer game.

Sammy made it to the counter where he believed the cookies would be and slowly rose up to the

platform where he thought they were. His mother began turning around and caught a slight glimpse of

what he was doing. Staring for moment at the boys now tattered and dirty formal clothing. It took ever

fiber of her being to not yell at him.

“What are you doing, Sammy...?” The mother remained calm and collected since the sports coat didn't

appear badly damaged.

The cubs heart skipped a beat and then steadily rose to race. He stopped in his tracks as his face

turned beet red and he began to turn around slowly.

“Well...I'm waiting.” The woman began tapping her foot on the floor wanting an answer.

“Um...” Sammy knew he didn't have a good answer and immediately pushed the emergency signal on the

walkie talkie.

“I'll take that...Go change out of your clothes. Now! After go sit in time out and think about what you've

done.” The mother was furious but she wasn't one who believed in corporal punishment.

“Okay mom...” The cub looked dejectedly to the floor as he slumped out of the kitchen to undress into

something else.

Remi overheard the distress call as it squealed from the little radio device which he had stored away. A

sense of unease came over the cub as he considered the cause fot eh use of the signal. The smaller beagle

Operation Sweet Tooth - Nelson.odt
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