The Bake Sale Outtake

"Are those potato chips?" Sam asks, his eyes suspiciously narrowed at the little plastic containers proudly displayed on MJ's bake sale table.

"They're kitchen sink cookies," MJ languidly shrugs.

"But what's in them?" Sam reiterates.

"They're kitchen sink cookies," she repeats with a monotone inflection.

"But-" Sam starts, only to shake his head as though he's given up asking. "Never mind."