I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.

Next time I move homes I want a cake in the shape of my new house. There must be something symbolic about eating a replica of your home. What could it mean?

If I could, I'd hop onto a sailboat and get far far away from the land of grocery shopping for pumpkin pie supplies and sparkling cider. Just wake me when the turkey's ready and I won't have to hurt anyone.

I forget, how long should I let the Doctor steep before I pull him out?

Hey Sci-fi fans! Set phasers to LOL!

Little Zombie Bob is the rabid younger brother of Zombie Patch. After blowing up half of Monsterville a year ago, Bob went incognito as a Human--until he bit off his neighbor's head, and was chased out of town.

You and your mini me and his mini me are like an acrobatic cupcake trio, performing death-defying feats of heroism in the name of snacks. I thank you for all that you do.

I think we should have a special ceremony where an elephant carries a newborn baby around the neighborhood in its trunk to introduce the kid to all the neighbors. It would be so friendly and exciting! These cookies are just the beginning.