You duck behind the kitchen counter and peek around the corner. The gingerbread cookies are huddled together, whispering in serious voices. "We can't stay here," one says. "Yeah, we'll be dunked in milk before midnight!" another adds. They drag a spoon like a battering ram and start climbing down the dish towel hanging from the oven handle. You watch in awe as one slides down like a firefighter. "Operation Frosting Freedom is a go!" says one. "Meet under the Christmas tree! From there, we ride the Candy Cane Express to the North Pole!" You gasp. A cookie train? That's the most adorable rebellion ever.