DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Tangled. Here's a little itty, bitty ficlet of Pascal BECAUSE THE TANGLED FAN FICTION STORIES ARE DYING OUT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE. ARE YOU LACKING INSPIRATION OR WHAT? Anyway, read on!

This was it. It was the time. Nobody was watching, everyone was looking the other direction. Rapunzel was busy doing painting in her room. Eugene was with her. Their Highnesses King William and Queen Catherine were busy doing kingdom stuff. No one in the kitchen was watching. This was his chance.

Inching his way across the vast slice of smooth wood, Pascal painstakingly made sure that no one could hear him. His skin was the soft light color of the counter, making him blend in. He chuckled softly as he made a quick hop and latched himself onto the coolness of the porcelain jar. A sound that was related to purring escaped his throat and he sneaked up the tallness.

With his nimble fingers, he tossed off the lid that separated him from his prize. He smiled and let out a sigh of happiness as the lovely, warm and comforting aroma flew upward toward him. He closed his eyes and inhaled for a moment before looking down. The treasure lay below him, surrounded by a prison of four, white walls.

Chocolate chip cookies; his favorite.

He eagerly straightened and his tongue flew from his mouth and encircled itself around the chosen cookie. He could already taste the chocolate, the butter, the sugar, the awesomeness.

He giggled to himself and proceeded to heave and rescue the cookie from its prison. Phft, as if it were that easy! For the cookie was nearly the length and width of Eugene's longest finger. Pascal let out a little noise of frustration and tugged harder, harder, and harder still. To answer his efforts, he let out a shriek as he was pulled into the cookie jar.

He landed on a pile of confectionery pastries and let out a cough as he tried to regain his composure, which he quickly learned he didn't, for he looked up to see Atilla staring down at him and he could feel himself go red. Apparently his squeal of surprise and the opened jar had led the head baker to a conclusion.

The thug's hand entered the jar and plucked out the chameleon, but not before Pascal grabbed a cookie with his paws and teeth.

Atilla lifted him out and held him up to his eyes. Pascal's sheepish smile shone through the cookie.

He wasn't as stealthy or sneaky as he thought. Apparently living with a thief doesn't help you in your taking cookies skills, and Pascal had thought that he was getting something out of Rapunzel and Eugene's relationship. He now guessed not.

And there you have it! I hope you liked it, and thank you for reading!