In the Mind of Pinkie Pie

         It was chaos inside Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie Pie stood in the middle of bakery watching Mr. and Mrs. Cake run past her, with the worried expressions painted on their faces, carrying traveling suitcases in their mouths. Next to Pinkie Pie sat the twins, Pound and Pumpkin Cake. Pumpkin Cake's horn glowed and a rubber chicken appeared out of nowhere. She put the toy in her mouth and commenced chewing on it. The yellow chicken toy let out a loud squeak every time Pumpkin bit down. Pound Cake, his small light goldish wings at his side, just sat and watched along side Pinkie Pie as his parents ran around the house like lunatics.

"Have you gotten the tickets, honey bun?" Mr. Cake said coming to a stop in front of Pinkie Pie and his two children.

"Oh no, where're the tickets?" Mrs. Cake asked. The Cakes began to panic even more, like that was even possible. They began scavenging every cabinet and drawer in the bakery. Pinkie Pie tried to catch the Cake's attention, but they were so caught up in their panic that they payed no attention to her.

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?!" Mr. Cake said repeatedly as he started searching the queerest of places places, such as the refrigerator and the oven.

"Mrs. Cake, I..." Pinkie Pie exclaimed as Mrs. Cake galloped passed her as if the pink pony were invisible.

"Did you check in the bedroom?" Mr. Cake shouted from the kitchen. In response, a door from the  and followed by the sound hectic hoof-beats. Mr. Cake didn't wait for a response from his wife and quickly made his way upstairs into his wife and his bedroom. Pinkie Pie could still hear Mr. Cake rustling through all the drawers and closets upstairs but it was faint. Mrs. Cake could be heard talking to her self, "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

"Mrs. Cake..." Pinkie Pie exclaimed again this time with more volume.

"Not now Pinkie Pie." Mrs. Cake said with stress as she ran past her again heading up the stairs to join her husband in the bedroom. Pinkie Pie sighed. The pink pony walked over to the counter and grabbed the tickets with her mouth, and then made her way up the stairs to the Cakes' bedroom.

Their door was wide open and Pinkie Pie saw them as they tore through that room like a couple of savages. The party pony pounded on the wide opened door loudly to get the Cakes' attention. It worked. The Cakes stopped what they were doing and looked over at Pinkie Pie. A smile of relief appeared on both of their faces when they noticed that she had the tickets. Mr. Cake hurried over and kindly took them from her.

"Oh thank you, dearie." Mrs. Cake said with a sigh of relief.

The Cake's and Pinkie Pie made their way downstairs into the bakery. Pound Cake was trying to fly up onto the ceiling. Mrs. Cake quickly grabbed him and pulled him back down to the ground. Pound Cake just giggled.

"Now Pinkie Pie," Mr. Cake began, "we have full confidence that you will take great care of the store while we're out of town for the week. But just to be safe let me run things over with you again."

"Oki-doki-loki" The pink party pony said with a beam.

Mr. Cake waited till he was sure she was paying attention and then spoke. "While we are gone, Pinkie, you will be in charge of running the store. You'll be selling the desserts and when it comes time you'll be baking them as well. The Misses and I have already baked a number of desserts to start you off. If you are given a special order and you don't know how to make it don't just guess, use the cook book in the kitchen. Are you getting this?"

"Yes indeedy." Pinkie Pie said still smiling happily at her boss.

"Also remember that cupcakes are two bits, pastries are four bits, pies are six bits, and cakes are ten bits."

"Don't you worry Mr. Cake," The cotton candy haired pony reassured. "Sugarcube Corner is in good hooves."

Mr. Cake started to moan slightly. He didn't have confidence in Pinkie Pie and the only reason they're having her watch their shop is because everypony else was busy.

There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Cake opened the door and it was a scruffy looking middle aged unicorn. On his flank was a cutie mark of a carriage. Behind him was a carriage that could fit four people. The carriage is hooked up to two strong looking stallions, both were brown.

"Come on dear," Mrs. Cake said with her high pitch voice. "It's time to go."

Mr. Cake let a out a long sigh. He picked up both Pound and Pumpkin Cake and gave them to their mother. Mrs. Cake took the two young ones over to the carriage. The scruffy carriage driver used his magic to take the Cake's luggage over to the carriage. Mr. Cake started to follow the driver out the door and over to the wagon. He got in with his wife and two children and closed the carriage door behind him. He poked his yellow head out the window to see that Pinkie Pie was outside waving goodbye to the Cake family.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Bye Pound, bye Pumpkin." Pinkie Pie called out.

"Oh and Pinkie Pie." Mr. Cake started. Pinkie looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say. "Please try and not eat all the desserts. Those are for the customers, plus they took a long time to make so please, please, please don't eat them."

"Don't you worry Mr. Cake, like I said Sugarcube Corner is in good hooves."

"Alright then, see you in a week." Said Mr. Cake and then the carriage began to move, driving away out of sight. Pinkie Pie went back inside Sugarcube Corner and it was when she got to the center of the bakery she realized something. She was alone and Sugarcube Corner was hers. The knowledge that she was in charge of running the bakery brought a smile to her face.