The Mystery of the Pudding Thief
"Aww, man. Alright, who stole my pudding?" Sasha yelled the question over the fridge door, hoping someone, somewhere, would fess up and admit to being a massive, stinkin' pudding thief. She'd been looking forward to it all day. A day full of training; because, admittedly, she'd slacked off quite a bit while on her little vacation. But really, who wanted to do calisthenics when there was a beautiful oasis pool to dip in? She may have added a titch of amplification to the yell, just to be sure it was heard and not ignored..

Moping, she nudged the contents of the fridge. "Eww.. plain yogurt? Who eats that?"