Pinkie Pie had never faced anything quite so challenging in all her life.
The scene, Sugarcube Corner. The time, half past four in the afternoon. The event? Well, when did Pinkie ever need a reason to make a sweet or two?
To the untrained eye, it was a day like any other. To Pinkie Pie, it was probably the most important day of her life. Today, she would make history. Today, she would be a heroine. Today, she would build the tallest sundae in Equestria and eat it in less than 1.5 seconds. But first, there would need to be ice cream. Lots of ice cream.
With a deep, determined breath inwards, Pinkie readied herself for the grueling task ahead. First she trotted merrily to the freezer, head held high. With her nose, she deftly opened the door, holding it open with her back leg. Second, she used her already accomplished nose to balance three tubs of ice cream. Throwing her head back, the small tower of ice cream took flight about a foot above Pinkie’s head. The dessert landed on her flank and passed gracefully onto the counter, where the true adventure could finally start for them.
With a wave of her bouncy pink locks, the pale cerise pony planted her hooves on the door to the freezer. She knew she had left a bag of peanuts there somewhere, and they were certainly not going to hide from her, not when their time had come. There they were, obscured by the peas and carrots. Pinkie plucked them from their hiding place in her soft pink mouth and set the frosted peanuts next to the ice cream. Without so much as a second glance, the mare flicked brilliant raspberry curls at the freezer door, snapping it shut. Not stopping her perfect rhythm, Pinkie opened the refrigerator and began sniffing around for the next ingredients. Then, with alarming accuracy, she pulled out item after item, the things landing safely next to the ice cream and peanuts. When she had finished and turned back to the counter, the refrigerator seemed to have lost a bit of weight.
Beside the ice cream and peanuts lay every other ingredient imaginable. All seemed to be in order. Now was the time to begin. Pinkie produced a spoon from nowhere and began scooping the ice cream into one of those fancy ice cream dishes, which had also seemed to appear out of nowhere. She then topped the ice cream with peanuts, cherries, and sprinkles. Then she poured on caramel sauce, hot fudge, and marshmallow fluff, minding the wishes of the cherries not to be drenched completely. With a final flourish, Pinkie added a whole, unpeeled orange to the direct left side, turned a quarter to the side. She stood back to admire her work.
But all was not well as the mare inspected her precious treat carefully. Her blue eyes narrowed as she gave the sundae one last chance to fix whatever was wrong with it. Just as she suspected; the bananas were missing. There was only one way to correct an error so grave. It would be tough, unforgivable as this was, to make everything right again. There was only one thing she could do.
Five hours and three broken toasters later, Pinkie arrived back at Sugarcube Corner in a bear suit. In her furry claw, she held a bunch of perfect, untouched bananas. Now that the easy part was over, it was time to add the last ingredient to the mix. Discarding the bear suit, the mare walked back through that pink door and didn’t stop until she reached the kitchen.
This next step had to be done exceedingly carefully. Pinkie cautiously carried the bananas to the towering dessert. Gently and ever so slowly, she approached the ice cream, peeling the bananas as she went. She had to be very meticulous with her next actions. Any sudden movements would only scare her prize. And nopony liked to eat spooked ice cream.
Suddenly, Pinkie did something that had never been done before. Something nopony dared even attempt. With the steady hooves of a surgeon, she picked up a pair of tongs and grasped one of the peeled bananas. Another deep breath and she lifted the fruit upwards, attempting to set it straight into the top of the sundae. Sweat trickled down her furry brow, but she glared at it and it retreated. Keeping in mind every thought and feeling of her frozen feast, Pinkie placed one banana right on top among the cherries. But just as she was about to add the second banana and thus make her creation one with all the ice cream in the known universe, the orange wimped out and jumped ship. Pinkie wasn’t normally one to judge, but this was obviously unacceptable under any circumstance. With a soft growl, Pinkie made sure the orange knew exactly how she felt about its disobedience. This gave the orange just enough time to think over its actions. It knew there was only one way to correct such an error and thus rolled itself shamefully into the kitchen trash bin. It earned itself a lot of respect from Pinkie and the rest of the kitchen in that one little action.
Now, the dirty deed was finally done. Now was the time for a heroine to rise. Rise, and conquer the dark dessert. The pink pony then reached for her favorite ice cream spoon--which she kept behind her ear for safe-keeping--and tied her best frilly napkin under her chin. Today was a proud day indeed. In fact, a day such as this deserved a song of some type. Pinkie tried to sing, but her mouth was full of ice cream. That did not however stop her from singing a very elegant and eloquent song involving herself and bananas while also tying in the fate of the known universe. In fact, it was so beautiful she teared up a bit. The stopwatch rang out at 1.5 seconds and Pinkie gave a cheer as she wiped the whipped cream from her face.
The scene, the kitchen at Sugarcube Corner. The players, Pinkie Pie and her delicious dessert of fantastic frozen fantasy. The time, nearly bedtime. It had indeed been the most important day of Pinkie’s life.
That is, until tomorrow.
