Soarin's eyes widened. "I can't do this."

Spitfire grunted. "It's for charity."

"But what if they start to–"

"Four pies if you do it now."

"Fine," Soarin' groaned. He put on his skin-tight military suit and climbed into the giant cake that read, "Happy 90th Birthday, Grannies!"

Author's Note

Suggested by @The_Real_Jarkes