Mrs. Cake: Now Pinkie Pie, this afternoon bake the muffins and take care of the shop, alright? Pinkie Pie: Understood Mrs. Cake. Applejack is going to help me so it'll be fine. She's really good at making cakes. Right? Hey Right?
Huh? You're not good at it?
Huh? I mean, well...
Don't worry. I can make fritters to pies in a jiffy.
Mrs. Cake: Oh good. We'll leave it to you then. Pinkie Pie: Stop shaking your head and let's make a cake!
Huh? What was that?
Chocolate chips.
Chips... Ok!
Potato chips... A little salty but oh well. What next?
Baking soda.
Soda.
Good! The potato chips will get soft. So what next?
One cup of flour.
One cup of yellow?
That's right... lemons are yellow aren't they.
Applejack: One cup of yellow. What next? Pinkie Pie: The last thing. Malt powder. Applejack: Moths?
I know! Earthworms are about the same.
This sounds delicious!
Applejack: Really...? Pinkie Pie: We made muffins! Everyone have some!
Muffins!
Yeah! They're really delicious! Eat them while they're hot!
Thank you Twilight. It's out of control.
They got ill from eating cake.
Yeah... we ate the cake and then a tragedy occurred,,,