My amazing holiday

In the morning I went to my cousins house. At night we were watching the lost village. But it was sad because Smurfette died. When everyone went to sleep I tipettoed to the table to get the romote then I sneeked over my bed and quickly made me a milo. And grabbed me just one cookie but I never new that was the last cookie. When everyone was awake then my Aunty came out of her room she wanted to have a cookie when she looket in side the jar there was no cookies when she looket at every mouth the last one was me. There was lots of chocolate on my mouth. When I woke up I blamed it on my cousin.