Saddle Up!

Yeeeeeee-Haaaaaaw!

The tumble weeds  were rolling and the cacti were prickly. All the same, just how Cookie Chef Babo found him self amongst the lasso throwing pistol carrying cowboys of a small western town North of gold rush territory is beyond  all of us yet there he was. Out west cookies are baked on the open flames of a wood fire oven. So the first place Cookie Chef Babo went to was the Saloon. Cookies of all kind, warm and gooey, served up upon request by some questionable women in garters, old timey piano music, and chilly mugs of sarsaparilla straight from the tap. 

Cookie  Chef Babo found himself the life of the party but cookie by cookie sarsaparilla by sarsaparilla Cookie Chef Babo became a little bit too "tipsy". Cookie Chef Babo had a sugar rush and found himself behind bars for dancing under the influence......under the influence of sugar!

UH-OH. Don't worry. Cookie Chef Babo used his time wisely to have a few glasses of milk and come to his senses. At the same time Cookie Chef Babo met a new friend, Mot-Monster. They bonded over their love of cookies.                                                                    

 

By dawn Cookie Chef Babo and Mot-Monster were released by the town's Sheriff. Cookie Chef Babo having learned an invaluable lesson about..........something was free once more.

Cookie Chef Babo and Mot-Monster had a hearty breakfast before saddling up to part ways. 

Many laughs were had. Many Cookies were gobbled. New friends were made. 

Aside from one close call Cookie Chef Babo knows that fun was had by all!

Cookie Chef Babo & Mot-Monster 2012