That might explain the stomachache, but a couple cookies shouldn't leave you this bad.

[Even if you take into consideration the assumption that "a couple" might be more like "six dozen", as children and teenagers are sometimes wont to do.]

No horns yet, Rudolph. Settle down, you can tell me all about it later.

[And as Impy comes scurrying back with Albert's bag, a thermometer goes right into his mouth and the stethoscope comes out to get a check of his heart.]