Pinkie Pie Buys Lettuce

by Luz

Rating: everyone
Tags: Princess Luna, Comedy, Pinkie Pie, Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1200

Pinkie Pie goes to the Ponyville local market to buy some simple lettuce leaves. What could possibly go wrong?

In desperation, The Cakes send Pinkie Pie to buy some lettuce leaves for a salad. Not any ordinary salad, a salad specifically for the Princess herself! What could possibly go wrong?

Blame Cozmosus for this.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/s2dLylC.png[/img]
A collab with RaspingLeech and JerryTheHouseGhost

Published 2013-09-21 19:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-21 19:40:02 UTC

Lettuce erryday

It was a calm day in Ponyville, just like any other day. The sweet sound of birds chirping could be heard in the distance, hooves clopping on the dirt road could be heard as well, disturbing the melody of nature. It was a mildly hot day, the citizens of Ponyville guarding their heads with anything they could find in order to prevent coat damage. Most had no idea just how difficult it was to get discoloration out of a coat! The sun’s rays were  beaming through a  nearby pearlescent window, illuminating the whole room.  Meanwhile, a certain pink maned pony was trying to sleep during the beautiful day Princess Celestia brought upon her subjects. . To her bad luck, it was a Saturday, the day in which all of the ponies should be slacking off in their homes, not disturbing anypony’s sleep.

To her subsequent bad luck, a hard-to-recognize voice was already ringing in her ears.

“Pinkie Pie! Get up, sweetie! We need you downstairs!” A certain mare’s voice resonated over the room.

In a quick motion, Pinkie Pie hauled herself down from her pink, fluffy bed. “Commiiing!” she said, trying to hide a hoarse voice to emulate from her vocal cords.

What could Mrs. Cake possibly want at this hour? Oooh! I know, she probably wants help with her home delivery orders! Just like last time, wheee! Or maybe she wants help with her super super super secret project! Ooor maybe she wants me to take care of the foals! This day is going to be so fun!

Pinkie Pie proceeded to open the velvety door just in front of her, her body full of joy and happiness, and her little crazy mind in constant lightheartedness. Always hoping for the best, she hopped down the staircase, trying to not trip on anything in her way. Luckily the staircases were just as big as her, so she didn’t get mutilated or anything.

“Pinkie sweetie, you’re finally here!” alleged a certain blue mare. “We’ve been waiting for you forever, what has taken you so long?”

“Oh, nothing, Mrs. Cake; it was just an itsy bitsy delay in the little filly’s room! Nothing bad at all...right?” replied Pinkie in a rather exuberant manner, posing a fake smile upon both of the Cakes.

“She’s totally not lying, darling. Just look at her smile. . . not full lies,” whispered Mr. Cake to his lovely wife.

“Oh little angel, don’t worry that much. . . it’s Pinkie who we’re talking about,” replied Mrs. Cake, with a frown on her face.

“Oooh, secrets! I love them! What were you two talking about? I want to know! I pinkie promise not to tell anypony!” Pinkie Pie bursted from her ‘bubble’, taking the Cakes by surprise. “Oooh, I know! They were probably some daarrkkk secrets, right? Nopony knows what happened to Berry Punch still. No, no, they were probably the secrets to all the wonderful recipes Mrs. Cake has, right Mr. Ca-” Pinkie got suddenly interrupted by a light brilliant amber hoof, muffling her speech.

“Mmph!~” Pinkie’s muffled voice could be heard.

“Pinkie, sugar, that’s not the reason we called you down here,” said Mr. Cake removing his hoof from Pinkie’s mouth.

“What is it, then? Do I need to make new orders for customers? Or do I need to make more cupcakes for the storage room?” asked the pink pony with excitement running through her veins.

With no time to think, both of the Cakes took a deep breath and at the same time they announced, “Princess Luna is coming to visit Sugarcube Corner after she got recommended by Princess Celestia herself  and we need to get a lot of preparations ready but don’t worry because we’ll take care of the food assortments and decorations but we need you to get us something really important to complete everything!” Both Mr. and Mrs. Cake gasped, desperately searching for air to fill their exhausted lungs. “That’s pretty much it, sugar,” continued the seemingly old stallion.

“Huh... that’s it?! Oh, you little silly ponies; I could do that in an instant! I always have my ‘lil old party cannon! It could get all of tho-” The fluffy-maned pony got interrupted a second time, this time with a rather upset expression from the Cakes.

“No, sweetie, you already know what happened last time you used that thing, it is dangerous for the foals and the house itself. You should already know this, Pinkie.”

“Awww, what? But I wanted to do the decorations myself! Come on, Mrs.Cake! Can I do it, pleeeaaaaasseee?!” The party master pleaded, trying to change her landlords’ opinions with her own wants.

“No buts, Pinkie Pie. As we said, we’re going to take care of the decorations ourselves; you just need to go find a simple ingredient we need for a salad. Princess Celestia informed us that her sister Luna was a salad enthusiast, and that one of her most prefered foods is the famous Ceasar Salad,” replied Mrs. Cake.

“We already have all of the ingredients. . . but we need one of the most important items: Lettuce,” continued Mr. Cake, trying to add more seriousness to his statement.

“So...” Moving her front hooves in various directions, Pinkie said, “You guys want me to go buy a lettuce head for the ceasar salad that Princess Luna is going to eat in exactly 3 hours. . .  plus one, carry the two, minus three. . . exactly 3 hours.”

“Yes,” the pair answered in unison.

“Is there a specific type of lettuce I should buy, or-”

“Just go buy some lettuce, please!”

With a salute that would impress some of the Royal Guard brass, Pinkie stood straight and grinned, “Yes sir! One head of lettuce of any kind, on the double!”

With the enthusiasm of one thousand ponies, the pink party pony made her way to the shop’s exit, just right in front of her. Opening the ornamented gate, she started to hum a familiar tune.

Just at the exact moment the door closed, both of the Cakes looked at each other with a blank expression on their faces. “She forgot her wallet… again.” Both of them sighed, and proceeded to follow the pink pony’s tracks.

Outside of the sugary building, Pinkie Pie couldn’t be found anywhere. The Cakes searched everywhere for her, but found no trace of the pink pony.

“Come on everypony, smile smile smile!~” the fluffy-maned pony started to sing, totally not paying attention to where she was going. She trailed off to some kind of intersection, with no clue where she was.

“P-Pinkie Pie! You forgot your wallet!” shouted Mr. Cake, “Ugh, how could she have even forgotten her wallet?!” continued the light amber colored stallion.

“She will not hear you, dear,” Mrs. Cake explained to her husband, with a weary look on her face.

“I know that; this is the second time this has happened to her… and the last time this happened resulted in a complete chaos.” Mr. Cake winced, remembering last week’s disastrous events.

“Oh, come on dear; it can’t be that bad this time, right? I just h-hope that nothing explodes this time. . .” Mrs. Cake concluded.