As Pinkie Pie says it, this was the most "super-duper surprise" that anypony could have ever given her. An oven. She heard a knock on the door. The Cakes, being much too busy with the twins to answer, told Pinkie to get the door. She hopped around to the door and opened it. "Who's there?" she yelled with joy.
There was just one problem. . .nobody was there. She looked around just to see if anyone gave a sign they had business with Sugarcube Corner, but nobody did. She looked down and said "Oh my GOSH!" It was an oven. It was pink, it had balloons just like her cutie mark, and it had a magenta top. It was like it was made for her.
"Mrs. Cake look what somepony left me outside!!" she yelled to Mrs. Cake, who looked up in astonishment.
"Wow, who would leave you an oven like that?" Mrs. Cake replied in confusion.
"I have absolutely no idea, but can I take it up to my room and try it out?"
"Well. . .ok Pinkie." she said with a feeling of uneasiness in her voice.
"Woo hoo!!" Pinkie said excitedly, and she began her long haul upstairs.
After what seemed like forever, she finally got the oven up to her room. Now she just needed to find someplace to plug it in. When Pinkie is determined, she's determined. She got to work searching the whole entire room top to bottom. After a few minutes she found the outlet, right by the window. Oh well, a view for an oven was a good idea, right?
Pinkie dragged the oven to the outlet and plugged it in. She immediately wanted to use it, but then she yawned, and realized what time it was. Dragging the oven had taken ALL DAY?! Time slips by when you aren't paying attention. She told the Cakes she was hitting the hay, and then said good night to the oven.
"Good night oven, I'll cook with you tomorrow." Pinkie said.
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The next morning, Pinkie Pie woke up. She was tired, but in a few seconds she felt as energetic as ever. But this time, it was even better. The room smelled like CUPCAKES! Ahhh...cupcakes. Wait a minute, cupcakes? She looked over at the oven and was shocked to see a plate of cupcakes sitting on a nearby table. It must've been a present from the Cakes!
She walked down the stairs to see them cooking pastries.
"Hey Mr and Mrs Cake, I really want to thank you for those super-duper yummy cupcakes you made me!" she said to them excitedly.
Mr and Mrs Cake exchanged confused glances, and the room was silent. After a while, someone spoke.
"Uhhhh...Pinkie Pie?" Mr Cake said.
"We didn't. . .make you any cupcakes." Mrs Cake finished.
"Oh you silly Cakes, if you didn't then who DID?" Pinkie Pie said joyfully. But their puzzled faces didn't let up, so Pinkie knew it couldn't be them. She knew that Sugarcube Corner was locked, so it couldn't have been any of her friends. If it wasn't them, then who was it? She'd find out tomorrow, because now she has to go on a Pet playdate with her friends!
The next morning, she woke up tired, but still energetic. Filling the room was the smell of freshly made frosted donuts. What was weird was, the Cakes didn't make frosted donuts! They made cakes of all sorts, but not donuts. Whatever this was, the Cakes weren't making it. This time, it had to be one of her friends. First, she visited Rarity at the Carousel Boutique. She knocked on the door several times.
"Uh, hello? Sorry I'm a bit tired. . .Pinkie Pie?" Rarity said, tired from being awakened.
"Hi Rarity!" Pinkie replied with a big smile.
"Pinkie dear, what in Equestria are you doing here this early? I was in the middle of my beauty sleep." Rarity said.
"I was just coming over to thank you for those delicious donuts!"
"Oh Pinkie Pie, I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know how to make donuts!" Rarity quizzingly replied.
"Oh. . .yeah. I forgot you make dresses."
She forgot to cross out the people who didn't cook. Fluttershy dealt with animals, so it couldn't be her. Rainbow Dash is too cool to cook, and Twilight Sparkle was probably too busy studying. Applejack knew how to cook, so it could be her! She galloped over to Sweet Apple Acres and knocked on the door.
"Wha-? Who...who's there?" Applejack sleepily replied.
"Applejack, it's me! Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie Pie answered happily.
"Sweetie I don't mean to burst your bubble, but what in Equestria are you-"
"I needed to know if you made me delicious donuts last night." Pinkie Pie quickly interrupted.
"I only know how to make apple products, not donuts. Sorry. Now I got to go get more sleep." Applejack said, then shutting the door.
Well, that was everyone! The Cutie Mark Crusaders didn't know how to cook, and neither did any other pony! That could only mean one thing. . .the oven had to be making the food itself. That night she knew what she had to do. Stakeout!
That night, Pinkie got a lantern, a chair, and something to keep her awake. Once she had all of these things, she put her stakeout into action. Whenever she was about to fall asleep, she'd dunk her head in an extremely cold bucket of water. That 'outta do it.
"Ok Pinkie, we're going to bed!" Mrs Cake called up to her.
"Ok then Mr and Mrs Cake, good night!" Pinkie called down.
Once the lights were off, she got a lantern that Twilight had given her and lit it. Then, she sat down in the chair and watched. Minutes turn to hours really fast, and soon Pinkie could barely keep herself awake. When she was about to drift off, she dunked her head in the water and sat upright, perfectly awake now. Finally, after an eternity, she got what she wanted. She was sitting there watching the oven when it all of a sudden turned on. Pinkie Pie was now more awake than ever as she saw the oven sit on for a few minutes, and then open to reveal a cake. A perfectly-baked cake that even had frosting on it. The Cakes probably wouldn't believe her, and neither would Twilight. She could only do one thing. . .
"Hey there Applejack!" said Pinkie Pie the next morning.
"Hiya Pinkie Pie, whaddaya want?" Applejack replied, now awake.
"I was wondering if I could maybe...borrow a...shovel?" she said, a toothy grin across her face.
"Why in Equestria would you need a shovel?" Applejack replied, confused.
"Because I uhhh...wanna do some gardening!" Pinkie Pie said.
"Well, that's a shock. But if you say so then. . ." Applejack replied, and handed her a shovel.
"Thanks Applejack!" Pinkie Pie replied, and then left quickly.
That night, she knew what she was doing. She had to destroy that oven one way or another. And she wasn't going down without a fight. She waited until the Cakes were in bed, and she made her move. She put a lantern beside the table and positioned the table so she could see the oven. Then, she raised her shovel and swung it down. BONG! BONG! BONG! It was a loud noise, but it was working. The flat surface of the shovel was quickly denting the oven. Soon, she might hit something important. But then, something unexpected happened. The oven turned on, and started attacking Pinkie Pie! From its door came a barrage of cupcakes, being flung at her from an invisible force. This oven was tougher than she thought. But she was tougher! She grabbed the chair and used the round seat as a shield from the cupcakes, and used one hand to continue battering the oven. The oven's attacks got harder to defend from, as it moved from cupcakes to pies. The pies were gathering, and it was starting to weigh her down. After that didn't work, it did CAKES. By this point, Pinkie was just about at its wires. It's wires! All of a sudden, she threw down the shovel and reached for the wire. She unplugged it and sighed with relief. There was a problem though. . .the oven didn't shut off. Still holding the desert-covered chair, she saw her shovel on the other side of the room, wondering how to get to it.
Then, she had the best idea ever. She threw the chair at the oven. It broke, and along with it went sparks, pieces of scattered plastic, and wire bits. Finally, the Cakes walked in from all the noise.
"What in Equestria is going on?!" Mr Cake said.
"Oh Celestia!" Mrs Cake said in shock.
Both open-mouthed, they stared at the room. There were pieces of pastry on all the walls, parts of furniture broken on the ground. Pinkie Pie was standing there in shock, covered in frosting. The most destructive of all, the oven. The oven was barely recognizable as an oven, and it was on fire. But finally. . .finally. . .it was gone. No more haunted oven. And no more haunted delicious pastries. Wait. . .no more haunted delicious pastries? Man, being a hero sure does have its tolls.
