Angelica Pickles was a happy little toddler. Her parents always loved her, and she was one year too young to be evil. She seemed to always be dressed in a beautiful blue outfit, and she had a little purple bow her dress. She loved her bows and had worn them in her hair since she was born. Over the two years in her life, she had worn them in various colors, like pink, red, purple, and currently, blue to match her outfit.

Her favorite toy was a little ragdoll named "Cyndi," the predecessor to Cynthia. She wanted to call the doll "Cynthia," but she had trouble pronouncing that (one of the only words she said that people could actually make out was "cookie"), so she just called it Cyndi. She would take Cyndi, drag her through the house, and say "dolly, dolly".

She would always take packages of "Yummy Cookies" and spill them all over the floor in her room, then try to feed them to her; since Cyndi was an inanimate object, she usually ended up eating them herself, when her parents didn't want one.

Did I mention she loved cookies? As a two-year-old, Angelica could barely remember the time she got her first taste of cookies. She was in her stroller, going for a walk with Mommy. But Charlotte was exhausted. Why? She had been screaming nonstop for the first six months of her life!

And now Charlotte was ready to scream too!

Angelica wouldn't stop crying because she had never gotten the cookie she yearned for. You see, after Angelica was born, they had all gone out into the waiting room to introduce her to her Aunt Didi, her Uncle Stu, and her Grandpa Lou. Didi was eating a cookie. Angelica wanted it as soon as she saw it. But when she tried to snatch it, Didi said, "No, you're too little to have a cookie!"

And thus started six months of continuous, nonstop crying by Angelica.

Fast forward six months later. We're back to Angelica, in the stroller, screaming and crying.

Charlotte and Angelica were headed northbound on the sidewalk to the grocery store, and we have another mother with her son coming home from said store, headed southbound on the sidewalk. As the two strollers passed, Angelica snatched the boy's oatmeal raisin cookie. Neither of the adults noticed.

With only one tooth at the time, it was hard to chew the cookie. But Angelica enjoyed it nonetheless.

Back to the present day.

It was time for Angelica to go to sleep in her crib. "Good night, Angelica," said Drew, tucking her in and kissing her on the forehead.

Then,he left the room...but not before...

...turning the light out.

Angelica hated the dark. Things that usually didn't scare her could come back to get her in the dark of the night. This particular night, something in the dark would be too much for her to shake it off and go back to sleep.

Fluffy was strolling down the upstairs hallway, and she was freezing. She needed to get warm. She pushed Angelica's door open and just stood in the doorway for a while.

Angelica woke up, and sat up in her crib. What was going on? She looked in the doorway, and saw something a little unsettling. To her, Fluffy's silhouette in the doorway looked like a monster! Angelica whimpered, jammed her eyes shut, and hid under the covers, hoping the monster wouldn't see her. Then the monster hopped in the crib, and jumped onto her chest. Angelica screamed and threw Fluffy out of the crib.

"Mommy! Daddy!" screamed Angelica, on the verge of tears.

Nothing. Drew and Charlotte were fast asleep. But Angelica couldn't go back to sleep. She figured she would sleep better with her parents in their bed.

And so, Angelica climbed out of her crib and headed for Mommy and Daddy's room.