And what are cookies without ice cream? He has saved the latter for himself. I guess this makes him an Ice Cream Coon.
And later that night when Dante is tucked in bed, the birds (replete with cookie crumbs) begin to sing:
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon tummies
Of birds in the wild
First we looked up, and then you smiled
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace"