-Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah… Hey, where is everybody? -Shhhh!
We’re hiding! -Dude! Don’t tell me where you’re hiding.
That ruins the whole game! Do-over! -Would you be quiet?! -(Milk screams) -Hey, there’s a hand! -You don’t think we know that?!
That’s why we’re hiding! -And you should hide too if you value your life, Orange! -Wuh-oh. I LOVE being alive! Move aside!
Make room! Quiet down! QUIET! Can I make stupid noises at full volume yet? -No! -Little Apple, take a peek, would ya? What’s it doin’ now? -It’s… It’s turning on the oven. -OH NO!! -(voice) OH YES!! -Huh? -Finally! My day has come! I just know it. -Who’s the suicidal glob of goo over there? -Hey! Hey, gloopy gobby goop! Whatcha doin’? -Ugh. You realize your life expectancy
out on the open range like that is, like…basically zero. -The name’s Cookie Dough, but not for long. I am done with being a limp biscuit,
and I am ready to live the dream! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Take more, take more of me!
Stop–! Stop nibbling! -[groaning in agony]
-Wait. Your dream is to be baked into a cookie? -And not just any cookie.
I’m gonna be a BIG cookie! -Hmm. Well, I can relate. -Oh, man! I’m gonna be so huge, you don’t even know! -You know in order to become a cookie,
you have to be put in the oven, right? -Yep, and just thinking about it
warms my heart inside. Sometimes, I lay awake at night thinking… …wondering what type of person
will get to enjoy me once I’m a cookie. Will it be a child who plucks me
from a cookie jar when her parents aren’t looking? Will I be such a massive cookie
that not one person could possibly eat me… …but instead will be split between two strangers
who meet and one day get married? Or…I’ll be the highest honor of a cookie
that anyone could ever have: to be given away to somebody
that has just donated blood! -I swear, I’ve never known anybody
who wanted to get baked THAT badly. -Eh, I’ve known a few. -WOO-HOO! Good-bye, everybody!
I will see you in eleven to thirteen minutes! Hey, stop nibbling! [gasps] Oh my God, it was so worth it! [drum roll and ticking] [buzzer] Lookie, lookie! Who’s a cookie, y’all? Yeah! [crickets chirping] -Why is everybody so quiet?
-Ummm… -Are you astounded with how massive I am?
Bet you are! -Whaaa…?
-Uhhh… -[Orange laughs rudely] -Wait a second. Is this reflection life-sized? Did I seriously turn out this small?! Why did they have to nibble so much?! -As Homer Simpson would say, “D’OUGH!” [laughs] -IT IS NOT FUNNY! My dreams have been crushed!
I feel like a… I feel like a… -Misfortune Cookie? [laughs] Nobody put sprinkles on her!
A sprinkle would crush her! [laughs] -Oh, shut up, Orange!
Don’t listen to him, Midge– I mean, Little Cookie. I think you look great! -“Little Cookie”?! -Uhhh… -I was gonna be a huge cookie! [groans]
I was so better off as dough! Who’s gonna eat me now? -Only a monster. -Monster, huh? I-I can work with that.
Um, tell more about this monster. -Hmm. I’d probably classify it
as “Crustulum Monstrumus”… …which, of course, is Latin for… COOKIE MONSTER!!! -[Cookie Monster] COOKIEEEE!!!!
-Hmm. That sounds about– -[Little Cookie screams]
-[Cookie Monster] Am-nom-nom-nom! -[Orange, Pear, and Midget Apple scream] -[burps] Bye-bye. -Welp, I guess that’s just how
the cookie crumbles. [laughs] – [both] TOO SOON, DUDE! -Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah
Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah
Nyah! Nyah.. -[Orange laughs]