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   "Lalalalala...~" Pinkie hummed to her favorite tune she had always adored when she was a filly. As she served out the goodies, Mrs Cake and her husband was still dozing off, leaving the energetic Pinkie to do the work. Not that she hated it, of course, it was really fun to do the baking and all! The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the whole shop. Mrs Cake had promised Pinkie she could munch on a cake or two, and the mare sure wasn't going to give up the opportunity! She licked her rosy pink lips, or rather, her cheeks, thinking of the sweet treats she could have.

Riiiingg! The doorbell rang. A rather plump stallion with red fur and a tangerine mane came trotting into the shop, his facial expression deadpan. A grin crept on Pinkie's face. "Well, hello there, Big Macintosh! What do you want today? I can deliver it to the barn if y' want! Cookie?" She held up a plump, round chocolate chip cookie, and brought it towards the red stallion, her grin wider than ever.

  "Pinkie, Ah knew my predictions were right about you having psychic mind-reading powers. The usual, please. Oh, and add an extra order of some freshly baked apple pies, would you? Granny Smith's been feeling a tad bit drowsier than usual, and she can't prepare her signature fried carrot cake for the household, and AJ and Ah got some hard work to do; Apple Buck season is just tomorrow!" Pinkie giggled at the stallion's words. It was really funny and sweet when Big Mac gets so concerned about his beloved family.

  "Well, I can tell you're just super busy! So, let me get this straight : ten cookies for you, and three of our best apple pies for the rest? Oh oh oh! I can bake some of my famous cupcakes! They're super duper popular today! No comatose Applejack  involved, I Pinkie-Promise! Squee!" the magenta mare suggested excitedly, not realizing she had used the word 'comatose' wrongly. Big Mac, being the sharp listener, raised an eyebrow, but did not utter a single sound. Not that he had the chance to, with the hyper mare already dashing off to the baking corner. In just a few minutes, the baker had whipped out batches of cookies, with some medium-sized apple pies' heavenly aroma floating around the bakery. The cupcakes were topped with aubergine icing, with some chocolate rice and some nuts for the toppings. Big Mac licked his chops, some drool hanging from his maw. Just wait and witness the faces of his dear ones' expressions when they find out what the brother of the household got them!

          "Aurgh!" Applejack grunted. "This apple tree sure is as tough as heck! It's a job meant for mah brother. Where the hay is that stallion when Ah need him so badly?! He usually ain't that irresponsible!" She sat down under the apple tree she had been having difficulty with. She practically ripped her beloved cowpony hat off her sweaty blonde hair, making use of it as a fan to cool down. You can't really blame her, after all. The farmpony had failed at ten over attempts and bucking that one heck of an apple tree. Not even the strongest and toughest mare in Equestria could buck that. It took a real muscled stallion to buck a tree that tough. And the thickness of the bark was not helping. The poor mare huffed, practically hyperventilating from the effort. As if on cue, the absent stallion she had been looking for finally came galloping through the wooden front gates, several paper bags in his jaws.

          "Hey, sis! Ah bought you some apple snacks," he told her. Or at least, he tried to. His words ended up incomprehensible, and anypony hearing it would probably hear it like this: "Hr, sis! M' but ym sme maple snucks." The stallion, having the best grammar and pronunciation for most of the time, blushed a pale shade of peach. He put down the bags he was biting on on the fresh green grass, and corrected himself. "I meant to say, 'Hey sis! Ah bought you some apple snacks.' It just...came out wrong." Big Macintosh returned to his deadpan self, and tapped on his snoring sister's shoulder. "Uh, sis? AJ? Wake up, sister." Then-

         "YAAAAAAAGHH!!! What- Who?" Applejack sat up straight, after jumping a few hooves high into the air, surprised. "Oh, it's you, big brother. Don't scare me like that! Sheesh!" She glared at the latter and stood up in the blink of an eye. Big Mac, always wanting to do what he was about to do, laughed. "Wow, AJ! You were actually scared? Why are you looking wide-eyed at me like that? Stop it, it's creeping me out there! Bwahahaha! Scaredy-cat Applejack!" he sang, teasing his younger sister and skipped around the porch. Applejack, still wide-eyed, finally spoke.

           "Wow, Bro. You were so out of character there. I applaud you." she smirked. Then she said firmly,"Big Mac, your attempts at making be feel humiliated are not working, you hear me clearly? If ya think Ah'd be so petty and get mad at over such a trivial thing, you must think me mad. I'm not like Rainbow or Twilight!" She pushed her head nearer to the stallion's, their noses colliding.

           Big Mac,(amazingly) still in a deadpan mood, said with a calm composure,"Calm down, Sister. You knew I was kidding. Thought I never knew how you are like when you are furious? Heh." he chuckled lightly, trotting back to where he put down the bag of  pastries. Suprisingly, they hadn't gone cold and gross yet. It was no surprise, though, for every resident of Ponyville knew Sugarcube Corner's pastries were of the finest qualities, resulting in regulars and good reviews. He hoofed over the bag with his family's fresh apple pies, grinning a little, and explained to his puzzled sister. "Ah bought some lunch for you and the rest. Eat them while they're hot, 'cause they're not gonna last a hundred years. Ah got ten macadamia nut cookies for myself, so don't worry." Realizing he forgotten something, Big Mac added,"Oh yeah, the apple pie bags has four of your friend's signature cupcakes, and remember to leave one for me."

           Applejack, touched by his concern, told him,"Thank ya, Big Mac. Ah appreciate it. Now, Ah'm gonna have lunch with the rest, but before you go-" She blocked his way. "-buck that rough and tough apple tree over there, along with your chores." She pointed to the tree in question. "It took me, like, fifteen attempts, and Ah still failed to buck that tree. Be a stallion and help a damsel in distress?" She wore a deadpan expression, but her mouth was curved into a smile. After that, the farmpony trotted off into the barn, her voice overheard,"SOUP'S ON, EVERYPONY!" she hollered to the rest of the Apple family, and sprinted to the kitchen.

           Big Mac smiled. Typical Applejack! he thought,  and went off to do his chores.