Snickerdoodle

Most people don't know this, but the world's greatest cookie is housed in a special gallery in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna. This is the story of how it got there.

Gunter the baker practiced and perfected his cookies for decades. People would line up for blocks to buy his heavenly snickerdoodles. He was never satisfied, always improving. It wasn’t until his 70th birthday that he considered his recipe perfect.

But alas, that was also his last day alive. The moment Gunter shouted, "Eureka!" he found himself offering his recently perfected cookies to the Grim Reaper instead of his favorite apprentice. "Your time's up, Gunter," the Grim Reaper said, taking a cookie from his tray.

Gunter stared awestruck while the Grim Reaper stuffed the cookie into his mouth, crumbs ricocheting all over the ground beneath him. Abruptly, the Grim Reaper stops munching. With eyes as wide as dinner plates, he bellows, "These are not chocolate chip!"

Gunter thought that Mr. Eat-Ya-Soul-Up would have enough time spent gobbling up all the treats he had put on display to have a 5 minute recap of how to escape a literal hellhole. Can duck, cover, and hold be enough? Not anymore. He didn't want to spend eternity filing devil horns

Gunter backed away from Mr EYSU, standing at the precipice, distracted by the glorious sight of his wicked kingdom full of imps and brimstone. Gunter set his horns on the ground and ran for it. Unfortunately, he turned at the last moment to look at Mr EYSU, and turned to salt.