MLP but Pinkie Pie makes a molten chocolate lava cake
Pinkie Pie, despite her years of expertise in baking, had never baked a molten chocolate lava cake. Fortunately, she would finally get to when Mrs Cake left town and left her in charge of Sugarcube Corner. Of course, she knew not how to make it (why was that formal) and therefore was left a recipe from Mrs Cake.
She picked up the piece of parchment and began to read:
Dear Pinkie Pie.
As I will be out of town, you will have to make sure that everything is in check.
Also, I was thinking about adding a Molten Chocolate Lava Cake to the menu.
The recipe is on the back.
All the best,
Mrs Cake
“Okey dokie lokie!” She cheerfully remarked. She looked at the back and read the recipe.
“Okay, so 175g/6oz butter, plus extra for greasing. 200g/7oz dark chocolate, chopped. 3 large free-range eggs. 125g/4½oz caster sugar. 30g/1oz plain flour. Seems easy enough so far!”
She had no idea what was coming.
“Okay, then a... indigo pegasus feather? Okay..? Then... a bunny’s tail? Uhhhh.? Then... colour from a rainbow.? And lobster? I’m starting to think that this won’t be a very nice cake.”
Gummy looked at her as if to say: ‘Yes. You are correct. To you have anything else to say?’
“Well, I’ve never made a Molten Chocolate Lava Cake before. This must be the way they make it. And anyway, Mrs Cake knows best when it comes to baking!”
Gummy looked her in the eyes as if to say,
“Well. Better go get the ingredients!”
She leapt through the window.
Twilight Sparkle sat in her room with her laptop. After she had met the Mane 6, became a princess and opened a school, she never got to do one of her favourite things. Watching anime. She was currently binge watching the entire show of one of her favourites, DeathNote.
Pinkie Pie burst into her room.
“AAAGGGHHH!” Twilight screamed as she smacked the laptop screen down and pushed it to a side. She was wondering if she hit it too hard.
“HhhhHi Pinkie! What are you doing here?” She said.
“I need your feather.”
“Why?”
“For a cake... i think.”
“What kind of a cake needs indigo feathers?”
“Apparently molten chocolate lava cakes. Can I have it?”
“No.”
“Pleeeeaaase?”
“No.”
“Pleeeaa-“
“NO DAMMIT!”
“Twilight is something wrong?“ Spike said as he walked inside.
Pinkie Pie kicked Twilight in the face, knocking her out.
“Pinkie Pie what the fuu-“
“20 bits you saw nothing.” She held out a little sack.
“Deal.” Spike took the money with no thought and walked outside.
“What was Twilight watching anyway?”
She walked over to the laptop and opened it. She pressed play.
“Wow. That looks intense.”
She plucked Twilights feather and ran away.
“Okay, next on the list is a bunny’s tail. I can get that from Fluttershy!”
She charged to her cottage, and knocked on the door.
Fluttershy was grooming Angel bunny and heard the knocking.
“Whatever is that noise? I am in the middle of a great tasting book!” Discord yelled from the top floor.
“I’ll go check.” Fluttershy replied.
She opened the door.
“Can I have Angels tail?”
“What? Heavens no.”
“Please? I need it for a cake. A molten chocolate lava cake.”
“Um. No. Why would you make such a weird cake?”
Pinkie Pie was not about to let Mrs Cake down. She charged inside and grabbed Angel.
“STOP!” Fluttershy yelled.
“Wait. Fluttershy! My Pinkie sense is tingling. There’s something about to fly into your face!”
“Really? Where??”
Pinkie wasn’t lying. Something did fly into her face. Although, her Pinkie sense wasn’t tingling. She hit Fluttershy in the face.
“It was my fist!”
She took Angels tail and ran.
“Okay. What’s happening..-“ Discord said, greeted to a tailless Angel and unconscious Fluttershy.
“Just an ordinary day.”
Pinkie Pie crept silently through the grass, careful not to make a sound. The rainbow in question of which she would be taking the colour from, was at Sweet Apple Acres. She held a bucket in one hand and walked over to the rainbow.
Her friends were waiting behind her.
“Pinkie. Please stop this.” Rainbow Dash said.
“What are you doing here? Couldn’t find any Daring Do so you came here?”
“Pinkie. This has gone too far. Please stop. It’s just a cake.” Starlight began to step forward.
Pinkie threw the bucket to the floor in rage. “JUST A CAKE?! Let me ask you something. Have you ever had an amazing, moist, creamy cake? Has it ever entered your mouth, and you then say: This is great! And you have more. You eat it. Bite, after bite. AFTER BITE? That is why I’m making this. Too make folks happy when the spoon enters their mouths, and the crumbs drop to the floor.”
“To be honest. The ingredients don’t sound very appetising. Can ah see the recipe?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie passed it to them.
“It sounds delicious until the ‘indigo feather’. What’s this white powder?” Rarity asked.
“Flour. I think it’s flour.” Pinkie replied.
“That’s not flour. I think that’s cra.. Sweet Celestia! C’mon girls, we need to get to Sugarcube Corner!”
They ran as fast as they could.
Twilight scanned the room. She was certain that Mrs Cake had something to do with cocaine.
“What would L do?” Twilight asked herself.
“Who’s L?” They all asked.
“He’s a detective in DeathNote.”
“You mean that old anime?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Yes. I think he’d.. Search for more crack! Just to be sure.”
Pinkie walked up to a locked cabinet.
“Uhm. Twilight? I see a lock here. Could this have that crack you talked about?”
“Pinkie, your a genius!”
“Thanks.”
Twilight ripped the cabinet off the wall. She opened the door and examined the insides.
“We need to find Mrs Cake. Now.”
Twilight dropped the zip lock bag on the desk.
“Care to explain, buddy?” Pinkie Pie asked.
“Pinkie Pie, dear. You have to understand. I have a stressful job. I have to make cakes, and juggle the kids at the same time!”
“Your even more maniacal than I thought. Who juggles babies? You monster.”
“Mrs Cake. You must remember when drugs were made illegal in Equestria. It’s not healthy. Were you doing a deal in Canterlot?”
She didn’t answer.
“Please. We’re not going to arrest you. We just need some info.”
She didn’t answer.
“She’s not talking. What do we do?” Pinkie asked.
“You know her personally, so you should ask her some questions.”
Pinkie turned to Mrs Cake, and held a lit match and a cupcake.
“OKAY! IM GONNA SET THIS CAKE ON FIRE IF YOU DON’T ANSWER! WHO WERE YOU DEALING WITH?”
“Okay, okay. Don’t set the cake on fire. I was dealing with a gang of people. They have a slave trafficking network that make paintings.”
“BOOOYYAH!” Pinkie screamed as she smashed his hand on the desk.
The bag popped and sent crack into Pinkies face.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asked.
“Looks like I... cracked the case.”
Author's Note
I was on crack when writing this sh*t
