So, on a Friday night Mr Bum likes to indulge in a little red wine, perhaps some cookies... only tonight, when Mr Bumhubbard went to the cupboard, he found just 3 cookies left... he returned to the living room with his 3 cookies. "Mrs Bum", he said, "I need to ask 3 questions." "Go on," she replied. "Firstly, on Wednesday morning there were 6 cookies left in this packet, now there are three. Where did those other three go?" "Ummm - the Hamster ate them." Mr Bum considered this and filed it under 'suspicious'. "OK, question number two: there was an entire un-opened packet of cookies ordered other than this one, where did they disappear to?" "Ummm - the Hamster and I shared them?" Mrs Bum ventured with about as much sincerity as a child trying to hide a whoopie cushion under a seat. Mr Bum filed this under 'suspicious' too and added a cross reference to 'liar liar pants spontaneously combusted'. "Interesting. OK, question number 3: Where are my Jammie Dodgers I bought today?" "Down here... beside me?" Said Mrs Bum looking much like the cat who had got the cream. Mr Bum filed this one under 'caught red-handed'. "Hmmmm. I need some advice on this." Please answer the poll and help Mr Bum find the truth about his Friday night ritual cookies.