Obviously I haven't kept pace with current Girl Scout philosophies.......Lemme' see if I got this:

You get 6 Girl Scouts together for some form of ritual chant about coffee, tea, or ME??? They're passing bags of some unknown substance around and everybody is playing with different parts and are somehow involved with a window washer who gives the one named Bessie a baby? And somehow by the end this thing is really funny possibly having something to do with spotting or the window washer?

You know this just confirms that all the Cookie Crappola has been just a clever front for some devious and deviant perverse organization that is ruining our youth and stealing away the values of Mom, Apple Pie, and AK-47's which we hold dear.

catspaw