"Honestly?" Headache be damned, he laughed a bit. -Ooh no wait, nevermind, now he hurt. "It was that it was sweet that did me in. It was creamy and sugary, and I was hungry, but knew Uncle Scrooge would be mad if I stole any vegetables that weren't mine."

Gobo paused, then waved a hand, not trusting being able to roll his eyes. "'Course, I stole alcohol that wasn't mine... But my curiosity got the better of me. And my sweet tooth."