The Cutie Mark Crusaders' Cooking Show

     A couple days later after Scootaloo nearly died from overdose, the fillies decided that if their cooking show was going to get popular they would need to learn how to cook.  The fillies knew exactly who to ask.

     "PINKIE PIE," the trio yelled in unison.  Without another thought the fillies ran off toward Sugarcube Corner excited to see everyone's favorite pony.  During the run towards Sugarcube Corner they debated as to what they would learn to bake.

     "Ah' think we should make muffins," Applebloom said with a face of sheer anticipation.

     "Well I think we should make fruit cocktails," Scootaloo said only getting more excited.

     "Scootaloo whats wrong with you," Sweetie Belle said giving Scootaloo a confused look.  Scootaloo shrugged and the group continued on their merry way.  They neared Sugarcube Corner and their minds were filled with the scents of delicious pastries, muffins, and cupcakes.  Soon a Pink mare shot out of the corner and nearly gave the fillies a heart-attack.

     "Hi there guys, what's up," Pinkie Pie said to the unsuspecting fillies.

     "We want to learn how to make good food," Sweetie Belle said to Pinkie.

     "Alright, follow me," Pinkie pie said.  She then lead the crusaders into the kitchen only to see a rather large pile of cocaine.  "Um you never saw that M'kay?"  The fillies nodded their heads and Pinkie got out the ingredients which consisted of the following: various tools, milk, batter, eggs, "sugar", chocolate, and flour.  "Alright first things first, we put all of the sugar into a large pot," she said while dumping a massive bag of sugar into the pot.  "Next, we pour in some milk and add some eggs," once again she follows her own instruction.  "And then we mix it with the flower and chocolate."  "Lastly we add some special "herbs" and special "sugar" and heat it in the cupcake mold!"  All of them were relieved that the work had been done now they just had to wait for it to be heated.

     "This is gonna be so awesome," Scootaloo said having not eaten much other than mush.  As they waited, Pinkie began to smoke a joint, and there was so much smoke coming from it that Scootaloo ended up in getting high.

"I know right the bank ponies will never see it coming," Pinkie said nearly passing out on the table.  With a ping the oven opened showing ever so slightly burnt cupcakes.

  "I got the munchies," Pinkie yelled and immediately gobbled up the cupcakes.  The hyperactive pony bounced around the room until she crashed into the wall with a thud.  The pink pony was knocked out and most likely had a concussion.  The three ponies were shocked and disturbed by the event that took place in front of them and they had no idea what to do, so the three friends, one of which is stoned simply went back to their club house.

     "So who bets that Pinkie 'll be arrested before the day's end," Applebloom asked.

     "We'll get in on that action," Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo said.

     "How do we bet if no-one doesn't think she'll be arrested," Sweetie Belle asked.  The three fillies just shrugged and continued to do absolutely nothing.

     "I just realized that nothing bad happened to me other than getting high, that's a first," Scootaloo said.  Sweetie Belle and Applebloom began to don devious smiles.  "Nope, Nope, and double nope," Scootaloo said while running towards the clubhouse door only to get grabbed by the devious duo.

     "Cutie Mark Crusader Hair dressers," Sweetie Belle and Applebloom exclaimed.  They then put Scootaloo into a chair and started to wet her hair with a water gun.  Sweetie Belle grabbed a pair of safety scissors and began to cut a way on random parts of Scootaloo's hair.

     "Now it's time for the pink hair dye," Sweetie Belle said prompting Applebloom to hand her the dye.

     "No NO NOOOOOO," Scootaloo yelled as her magenta hair was defiled with the pink menace.  Scootaloo was near the point of sobbing as her hair was torn and dyed.  The two pseudo hairstylists stopped their tyranny and let the orange filly go, but she then ran as far from the club house as possible.