There was a knock at Twilight's door.
"Hiya Twilight!" Pinkie said happily as Twilight opened the door "I'm throwing a party for Gummy's third birthday! I hope you can come!" she dug through her saddle bag and pulled out an envelope.
"I'll try to make it, Pinkie." Twilight said as she levitated the envelope next to her, closing the door as she walked to a table and plopped down. She tossed the envelope aside and opened a book, starting to study it carefully.
"You gonna go to her party?" Spike asked walking up behind her
"Probably not, Pinkie throws so many parties... she just tires me out." Twilight replied, continuing to study the book.
The ponies each carried on with their usual business and finally the day of the party had arrived. Pinkie rushed back and forth preparing Sugar Cube Corner. A loud timer went off, alerting Pinkie that the first guest would arrive soon and she raced to the door excitedly.
"Pinkie, dear..." Mrs. Cake said after about an hour "I'm sorry, but I don't think your friends are coming..."
"Of course they are!" Pinkie smiled, trying to hide her worry "They're just a bit late."
"Okay, Pinkie..." Mrs. Cake sighed "Well... would you at least go to the back and check on the batter?"
"Okay!" Pinkie exclaimed, jumping up, Gummy in hand. She walked through the kitchen and opened a metal door, walking into the room.
This was a special room, not many ponies knew about it. The Cakes couldn't keep up with demand and decided they couldn't make every single cake by themselves. So, to solve their problem, they built an addition to their house. They filled the room up with all sorts of machines to help them bake their cakes, one of which was a large mixer. This was used for pre-making batter so the Cakes could have it later.
Pinkie bounced to the mixer, and climbed up a tall ladder. The ladder lead her to a balcony over the batter. She leaned over cautiously, noting that the mixer was still running. She scanned the batter for any lumps, to see if it was ready or not.
"Is that a bump?" she asked herself leaning over the edge and squinting. She had been too distracted by what might be a bump to realize Gummy was on the edge of the balcony, looking at the batter. He fell off the balcony, letting out a small shriek-like noise.
"Gummy!" Pinkie cried, her attention shifting to the small gator swimming in the batter. She jumped in after her beloved pet and quickly grabbed him. She struggled to get back to the balcony, but it was useless. The batter was too thick to walk through and the mixer made a strong current, pulling her towards the whisks. She cried out, wearing herself out quickly.
Gummy, unaware of the danger, struggled from her hold. The current quickly carried his small body towards the whisks. Pinkie watched, teary-eyed, as the whisks cut, then smashed her pet. She screamed with grief as the whisks got closer and closer to herself.
The scream had been heard by Mr. Cake, who rushed to the balcony quickly. He reached as far as he could, barely on the balcony still, and grabbed her hoof. He pulled with all his mite as Pinkie's right side started to touch the blades on the whisks. She screamed again, and Mr. Cake pulled one more time, making her fly out of the batter and land on the balcony. Her entire right hooves and the right side of her face had been damaged beyond repair. Pinkie looked up, seeing Mr. Cake's horrified face, before blacking out.
