|“||I. Am. In. Heaven."||”|
ax inhaling deeply of the scent of chocolate chip cookies for the first time at Dr. Martinez's house
|“||Watched cookies never brown.||”|
–Dr. Martinez teasing Max back, The Angel Experiment
|“||You'd think you'd never tasted homemade cookies before.||”|
–Ella adding, The Angel Experiment
The Angel Experiment
Protect the rest of her gang---Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel---from a pack of half-wolf, half-humans with a taste for flying humans. Rescue Angel from a crew of wack-job kidnappers. Infiltrate a secret facility to track down her friends' missing parents. Figure out what she really thinks about Fang. Get revenge on the one person she thought she could trust.
- Discover the best chocolate chip cookie in New York City.
Save the whole world, for crying out loud.
Note to self: Show Nudge and Angel how to make chocolate chip cookies.
|“|| To make my Mayberry holiday complete, the three of us had actually made chocolate chip cookies-from scratch-after dinner.
I ate enough raw cookie dough to make myself sick, and then I got high off the fumes of gently baking cookies. I could see the chocolate chips melting through the oven window.
Incoherent murmurings of pleasure escaped my lips as I chewed slowly, savoring every bite. Ella and her mom watched me, identical smiles lighting their faces.
|“|| I thought about how Ella and her mom and I had made chocolate-chip cookies. From scratch. From, like, a bag of flour and real eggs. Not store-bought, not even slice ‘n' bake. The way they'd smelled when they were baking was in-cred-i-ble. It had smelled like-home. Like what a real home should smell like.
They'd been the best dang cookies I'd ever had.
|“|| Suddenly, I stopped dead, as if I'd been poleaxed.
Fang examined my face. "That pain?" he asked quietly, glancing around as if planning where to take me if I suddenly crumpled.
I shook my head and inhaled deeply. "Cookies!"
He looked at me blankly.
I spun in a circle to see where the aroma was coming from. Duh. Right in front of us was a small red storefront. Mrs. Fields. The scent of cookies right out of the oven wafted out onto the street. It smelled like Ella's house, like safety, like home.
"I must have cookies," I announced, and went into the store, Angel trotting at my side.
They were fabulous.
But not as good as homemade.
|“|| "Cookie?" Iggy asked, holding out a bag.
"Don't mind if I do," I said. This morning I had toned down my appearance a tad, then Nudge and I had hit the closest town. We'd stocked up on supplies at a mom-and-pop store that sold their own fresh homemade cookies.
My mission, and I chose to accept it, was to find chocolate-chip cookies as good as the ones I'd made with Ella and her mom. So I'd brought back a couple dozen.
I took a bite of cookie and chewed. "Hmm," I said, trying not to spit crumbs. "Clear vanilla notes, too-sweet chocolate chips, distinct flavor of brown sugar. A decent cookie, not spectacular. Still, a good-hearted cookie, not pretentious." I turned to Fang. "What say you?"
Some people just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.
"I give them a seven out of ten," I pressed on dutifully. "Though warm from the oven, they lack a certain je ne sais quoi. My mission will continue."
Iggy laughed and rummaged in a bag for an apple.
School's Out - Forever
Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports
|-|The Final Warning= Quote from Max: "However, I do want us to try to recognize the good in things. Like my mom. And Ella. And chocolate-chip cookies. It just seems like we shouldn't let our enemies make us all bitter and full of hate and stuff." </tabber>