Cupcakes and scooters.

Number 61. Pinkie smiled wickedly. Slowly, she made her way to the phone at the front desk. 156-429-8046. She then wait's. A scratchy, angry voice could be heard from the little dot's in the devise.

"Who the heck is this?" A mare.

"Hello, I'm Pinkie Pie and I was wondering if scootaloo was there?" She then waited, listening to heavy breathing coming from the mare.

"Did that little buck do it again. Why you little. Scootaloo! Get over here!

Yes mom?

what did you do to Pinkie Pie?

Nothing." Silence.

"Pinkie?"

"Hey Scootaloo! Well, you know it's been a week since we got ingredients for baking, so wanna come over?" The party pony smiled knowing she had a partner in crime. A small voice could be heard from afar and then a husky, rusty, scratchy one, that seemed angry.

"I... I'm s-so sorry but I can't come t-today. M-m-mom and dad said I can't g-go anywere for a few day's. M-maybe next week?"

"Oh... okay then."

Pinkie hung up and sat the phone down on the desk. Sighing, she look's down at the piece of paper. 61. Today she was going to let Scootaloo do more than kill. She was gonna help Pinkie make the cupcakes. Oh, and maybe make some frosting to! But now she had to kill. Alone. And bake. Alone. A large frown took over her face as she went up to her room. The room, was, unexpectingly, plane. The wall's were a simple pink, peach color. The furniture, was a solid purple. The floor was covered in confetti, the chairs had balloons, and the walls covered in streamers. It was expected to have an eternal party, multi-colored walls, soft plush seats. And her party supplies. In the far back of the room, a chalk board hung with the names of everypony she knew. If they moved, she wrote where to and got them quickly before they left again. Number's were on the right of everyponies name, and next to the board was a bucket filled with slip's of paper. Each slip had a number, that was for the pony on the board that had been given that number. Each time a pony is eaten by the town, the name is erased and soon replaced by a new one.

Scanning the board she find's her target. It was the only one that had never been picked before, thus the name had alway's been there since the beggining. Granny smith.