Cookies?

The bus was a mess. Flour covered every flat surface, cracked egg carcasses littered the floor, and it looked like a chocolate chip tornado swept through the kitchenette. Frank and Mikey sprawled on the couch, flour in their hair, butter on their hands, and huge grins on their faces. Gerard and Ray were bound to be back from the venue any second, but Mikes and Frankie couldn't stop laughing long enough to clean anything. It had started innocently enough:

Gerard and Ray left the bus that morning to oversee the setup at the new venue, leaving the two youngest band members alone for the day. Frank lay upside down the couch, strumming random riffs on his guitar while Mikey sat on the other side of the small space, trying to throw skittles into Frank's open mouth.

"Frankieeeeee!" Mikey whined, using the full power of his puppy-dog face. "I'm bored!" He threw a badly aimed candy at Frank, hitting his friend square on the forehead.

"Ow! Mikey!" Frank sat right-side up on the couch, propping his guitar against the coffee table and looking at the lanky bassist. He massaged his head, hoping there wouldn't be a skittle-shaped bruise there in the morning. "Well, what do you want to do?"

"I don't care, anything!!" Mikey groaned, throwing the last skittle at Frank, who expertly caught it in his mouth.

"Well, I want a cookie."

Mikey raised an eyebrow at Frank. "A cookie? Really?"

"Yes!" Frank's face lit up. "Mikey!!" he bounded across room and jumped into his friends lap excitedly. "Make cookies with me!" Mikey was stunned for a minute by Frank's sudden enthusiasm, but it was a pretty appealing idea.

"Ok, fine. Lets make cookies," he smiled, pushing Frankie off his lap and wandering into the kitchen. "Frank, do you even know how to make cookies?"

"No, not really. But it can't be that hard, right?" Frank replied, hopping onto the counter to reach the cabinets. He dug around until he found a bag of chocolate chips with a recipe on the back and threw it to Mikey. Mikey missed of course, and the bag flew past him, knocking over Gerard's mug of tea from that morning. "Nice one, Mikes."

"Shut up, Frank! That was your fault!" Frank just laughed, jumping off the counter to start gathering ingredients. Once he had found the flour, butter, eggs, milk, and sugar, the two started measuring out the various items, throwing them carelessly into the bowl.  Mikey dropped an egg in the process, and ended up throwing 2 more at Frank for laughing at him. Frank spilled the bag of flour all over himself and tackled Mikey in a bear hug, covering the bassist's favorite Anthrax shirt in white powder. When most of the ingredients found their way into the bowl, Frank reached for the chocolate chip bag.

"Hey! I want to do it!" Mikey grabbed for the bag and they fought for it, pulling from either side until the bag exploded, spraying chocolate pieces all over the bus. Frank and Mikey looked at each other for a minute before collapsing into fits of hysterical laughter, covered in cookie fixins'.

By the time the older members of the band got back, the bus looked like a baker's Armageddon and their band mates were crashed on the sofa, exhausted from laughing so much. Mikey's long legs hung off the edge and Frank's short arms were curled around his best friends chest, floury, dirty, and fast asleep. Gerard stood in the doorway, staring at the mess, while Ray shook his head in disbelief.

"What did they do this time?"