The Bad Boy Stole My Pudding Cup

No way.

It cannot be him.

Carter Fields is in my kitchen.

The bad boy was in my kitchen, raiding my fridge.

I stepped out from behind the wall and coughed awkwardly. He turned around and let out a high pitched scream and dropped- my pudding cup!

Oh, no he didn't. Someone better hold my earrings!

"Give me my pudding cups!" I yelled, I swear I must have looked like a wildebeest. I advanced towards Carter Fields, umbrella at the ready.

No one messes with my pudding cups.

No one.