Baby goose is myself. Mother goose got her cake. Papa bear got his dinner.

I get sugar cookies.

Anyways, PAPA BEAR RUINED MY COOKIES. HE PUT CONDENSED MILK IN THE BATTER AND I SCREECHED. I TOLD HIM NOT TO AND HE STILL DID IT. If they taste nasty, I'm crying and he's buying me new cookies.

THEYRE PILLSBURY COOKIES TOO