Pound and Pumpkin Cake in: Get the Cookies!

by Alpha Scorpii

Rating: everyone
Tags: Gummy, Cake Twins, Slice of Life, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1259

Pound and Pumpkin Cake want cookies.

Pound and Pumpkin must work together to obtain the delicious cookies!

A silly short story featuring the Twins, Gummy, and Mrs Cake on a minor role. I hope you like it.

Thanks to Inumaniac for being my proofreader for this one.

Read the Polish translation here, courtesy of Karwelas.

Published 2012-10-19 21:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-19 21:00:01 UTC

Get the Cookies!

Alpha Scorpii Presents

Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake in...

There it was.

The closest thing in Equestria to the Holy Grail, the treasure of treasures. Ponies would leave their homes and go on quests for days, months, and even years only to glimpse its shadow, or its reflection in the water. Legends had been forged around that object, tales which had evolved into epic myths in the course of centuries, and yet that wasn’t enough, for the glory of such treasure could not be condensed into words, no matter how many of them attempted to describe it. Kings would send their better knights to search for that object, wizards would sell their souls to unthinkable entities just to know its location, and wars would be waged to determine who would be the rightful owner of such a fantastic prize.

The cookie jar.

There it was, resting on top of a table, in Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen. Made of transparent glass, the tasty baked treats of the inside could be seen perfectly. And, as if their mere presence was not tempting enough, Fate, in all his cruelty, had decided that the cookies should have chocolate chips. Chocolate chips!

Whom the gods would destroy, they first give chocolate.

Two foals, a pegasus and a unicorn, were staring at the delicious pastries from below. The jar was way above their tiny heads, but they still could see it, they could wish for it, they could imagine how tasty the cookies would be.

Pound Cake was the first to speak:

“Eyah gah blah!”

Which could be translated to:

“We have to get those cookies!”

The valiant pegasus flapped his tiny wings with strength and passion, creating a buzz which would’ve put an entire nest of wasps to shame. However, his small body didn’t lift into the air. Disappointed and angered, Pound frowned and groaned:

“Nayagah!”

Which we’ll assume it meant:

“The happy flippers in my back don’t work anymore!”

His flight abilities had disappeared a few days before, just like the older ponies had predicted. His sister Pupkin had also lost her magic, and the two of them were now literally grounded.

But that wasn’t going to stop them, oh no.

“Bababababa!” exclaimed Pumpkin Cake.

What she said was, probably:

“I have an idea!”

The baby unicorn approached one of the chairs, the tallest she could found, and started to push it towards the table.

Pound understood it immediately: they were going to use that chair to get to the table. They had seen their parents and Pinkie doing similar things when they had to get anything that was too high for them. It was genius.

The pegasus helped his sister. The two babies pushed the chair with their little heads, slowly, because it was too heavy for them. But finally, after much effort, they managed to push the chair right next to the table.

It was then when the foals realized about a tiny problem: the chair was too high for them to climb on.

“Geah!” groaned Pound Cake.

“Baba gah yayaya!” said Pumpkin Cake.

Which probably meant:

“Watch your language!”

The foals thought about their situation for a minute. They tried to form a pony tower to reach the top of the chair, with Pumpkin at the bottom, since her brother was lighter. However, it was useless. No matter how much Pound stretched his little arms, the chair was out of their reach.

“Bababababa!” exclaimed Pumpkin Cake. You already know what this means.

She trotted outside the kitchen, and returned shortly after with Gummy, Pinkie’s pet alligator, dragging him by the tail. The small reptile didn’t resist, he was too busy staring at the two opposite edges of eternity at the same time.

The twins tried the pony tower one more time, this time with Gummy at the bottom, Pumpkin above him, and Pound at the top. The little colt smiled when his hoof, finally, reached the chair. He climbed to it, and her sister cheered from the ground.

Gummy just blinked.

Pound Cake stood on top of the chair, and looked around. He had never been at such altitude before, at least not since he had stopped flying. His parents or Pinkie would put him on a high chair for dinner, of course, but Pound didn’t like the high chair, because its shape was uncomfortable and restrictive, he couldn’t move in it.

But now, at the top of that normal chair, Pound was free. He could look around, turn around, sit or stood up. He could move. He could also contemplate all the other things which couldn’t be seen from the ground:

The mysterious kitchen sink, where the dirty plates would disappear, to be magically replaced by new ones.

The refrigerator, the benevolent Pink Monolith which would give them food anytime they needed it.

The legendary oven, creator of cupcakes and muffins, the one which their parents had warned them to never touch.

Pound Cake’s brown eyes widened as he contemplated all the marvels of the kitchen’s higher levels. It was so different from being in the ground... The small pegasus could feel the freedom, there, at the top of the chair. It was a liberty which could only be surpassed by the sensation of going around without a diaper. He could feel the power, the power that comes with the knowledge of new things. He felt the ecstasy one feels by looking up at the rest of the world from a higher perspective. He felt superior, he felt like a king.

Yes, he was the king of the wo-

“Babe yaya da gagah!” shouted Pumpkin Cake, impatient.

She probably was saying:

“Stop daydreaming and get the cookies already!”

Pound Cake shook his head and returned to reality. He remembered his mission, and turned around.

There it was. The desired cookie jar, right in front of him. The baby pegasus started to drool, almost feeling the delicious chocolate in his mouth.

He stretched his little arms. Just a bit closer...

“Pound Cake, what are you doing!?”

Before the colt could react, his mother picked him up and left him on the ground again, next to Pumpkin and Gummy.

“How did you get up here?” asked Mrs. Cake. “You musn’t do this again, Pound, it’s very dangerous! And that goes for you too, Pumpkin!”

The two foals lowered their ears and looked at their hooves. Pound was especially frustrated. So close, and yet so far...

Mrs. Cake noticed the cookie jar in the table.

“Oh, is it that?” she asked, smiling as only a mother knows how to do. “Do you want cookies?”

The twins looked at their mom with big, teary eyes and trembling lips. Pinkie had been giving them lessons, apparently.

Mrs. Cake rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Oh, well... Ok, just one cookie each,” she said, picking up the jar. “But you have to promise that you will never do this again, all right?”

The babies smiled and nodded.

Mrs. Cake took two cookies and gave one to Pound and other to Pumpkin, who started to munch them with pleasure.

“Do you want one too, Gummy?”

The alligator just blinked.

“I’ll take that for a yes.”

Mrs. Cake tossed a cookie to the reptile, who caught it in the air with a bite, only to return to his usual nearly-inanimate state immediately after.

While munching his cookie (with chocolate chips!), Pound Cake said:

“Mmmmgah mmmb gah gah...”

Which probably meant:

“I love it when a plan comes together...”

GET THE COOKIES! - END