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The One Where Pinkie Pie Does Not Know
“And… done!” Pinkie exclaimed as she carefully squeezed out the last dollop of icing, leaving one cake that looked most enticing. “Perfect, isn’t it Gummy?”
“Gummy?”
Pinkie turned around, but on the table no gator was to be found. She looked high, but her pet she did not spy. She looked low, but where her Gummy was she simply did not know.
“Pinkie, what are you doing?” inquired Mrs. Cake, coming in to check on the confection, which, thanks to Pinkie, had just reached perfection.
Logic once more suffered as from a cabinet much too dinky, out popped the head of Pinkie. “Looking for Gummy. Have you seen him?”
“I can’t say I have dear. But since you’ve finished, you can wash up and go look for him. I’ll go take care of any customers.”
And so in a hurry, Pinkie cleaned dishes and tables in a rapid flurry. And then through the house she did dash, and upon finding not one alligator, out past Mrs. Cake at the register, counting cash.
“Oh, I see you found Gummy.”
In response to the counter Pinkie did fly, and stared down the mare with a single blue eye. “Do I look like I found Gummy to you?”
“Umm… Yes?”
“Ha ha, very funny. Now I have to go find Gummy.”
And then Pinkie raced out the door, before Mrs. Cake could speak any more.
Outside Pinkie continued her quest, but her gator was not in any place she guessed. He was not at Fluttershy’s, nor by that store which sold pies. He was not out in the farmland, nor under the apple stand.
“Sugarcube, what in tarnation are you doin’?”
“Hey AJ, have you seen Gummy?”
A single eyebrow soared. “Ah’m lookin’ at him right now.” But it was a sign that Pinkie ignored.
“WHERE?” Pinkie immediately about-faced, but saw no sign of her beloved pet despite her great haste.
“Right behind you, sugarcube.”
“Behind me before I spun around, or after?”
“Both.”
Pinkie turned back to face the farm mare, her eyes locked in a skeptical glare. “And everypony says I make no sense!”
The glare did not have the response Pinkie sought after, as Applejack simply snorted, holding back laughter. “Really sugarcube?”
“That’s it, I’ve got to go find Gummy!”
“Wait-”
But Applejack’s command came too late, for the apple stand Pinkie already did vacate.
‘How did Gummy disappear so fast?’ Pinkie mused. To act with such speed the gator always refused. And thus her thoughts did stray to thoughts of foul play.
A single lamp beamed out a ray of light through a darkened room, upon scaly skin that was no mere costume.
“How would like some gems, Spike?”
“This again? You’re not gonna go all crazy like last time are you?”
“No.”
“Ok, then what do you want me to say?”
“Tell me that my Gummy was gatornapped!”
“Gummy was gatornapped!”
“I knew it! But how did you know that Spike?
“Huh what?” The dragon looked up from the plate of gems, wiping the drool off his jaw.
“Tell me it was Twilight!”
“It was Twilight!”
Pinkie pushed the plate of gems over to Spike, and with that he started stuffing his maw. “Then I have a gator to save! Oh, where is Twilight?”
“She’s out mmm of town mmm giving a lecture mmm at Celestia’s mmm school. She’ll mmm be back mmm tomorrow.”
“Then I have to catch the next train!”
“Sorry Pinkie but mmm you just missed mmm the last train to Canterlot tonight.”
“WHAT?”
Pinkie dashed outside and looked up at the moon. As she had hunted for her gator the night had fallen, much too soon. With nothing to do but to wait out the gloom, Pinkie walked over to Sugarcube Corner and up to her room. Then she curled up in her bed, and went to lay down her head. But her head did not encounter a tail most airy, but instead a snout that to most would be quite scary. But not Pinkie, though her heart still did lurch. It appeared as though she had finally finished her search.
“Gummy! How did you escape from Twilight?”
“Wow. That must have been terrifying! I’m just glad you’re ok. Goodnight!”
And so Pinkie slumbered bereft of worry. As the sun rose, so did Pinkie, but not in any hurry. As she yawned and stretched and got out of bed, she looked around and what she did not find filled her with dread.
“Gummy?”
“TWILIGHT!”
“Gummy?”
Pinkie turned around, but on the table no gator was to be found. She looked high, but her pet she did not spy. She looked low, but where her Gummy was she simply did not know.
“Pinkie, what are you doing?” inquired Mrs. Cake, coming in to check on the confection, which, thanks to Pinkie, had just reached perfection.
Logic once more suffered as from a cabinet much too dinky, out popped the head of Pinkie. “Looking for Gummy. Have you seen him?”
“I can’t say I have dear. But since you’ve finished, you can wash up and go look for him. I’ll go take care of any customers.”
And so in a hurry, Pinkie cleaned dishes and tables in a rapid flurry. And then through the house she did dash, and upon finding not one alligator, out past Mrs. Cake at the register, counting cash.
“Oh, I see you found Gummy.”
In response to the counter Pinkie did fly, and stared down the mare with a single blue eye. “Do I look like I found Gummy to you?”
“Umm… Yes?”
“Ha ha, very funny. Now I have to go find Gummy.”
And then Pinkie raced out the door, before Mrs. Cake could speak any more.
Outside Pinkie continued her quest, but her gator was not in any place she guessed. He was not at Fluttershy’s, nor by that store which sold pies. He was not out in the farmland, nor under the apple stand.
“Sugarcube, what in tarnation are you doin’?”
“Hey AJ, have you seen Gummy?”
A single eyebrow soared. “Ah’m lookin’ at him right now.” But it was a sign that Pinkie ignored.
“WHERE?” Pinkie immediately about-faced, but saw no sign of her beloved pet despite her great haste.
“Right behind you, sugarcube.”
“Behind me before I spun around, or after?”
“Both.”
Pinkie turned back to face the farm mare, her eyes locked in a skeptical glare. “And everypony says I make no sense!”
The glare did not have the response Pinkie sought after, as Applejack simply snorted, holding back laughter. “Really sugarcube?”
“That’s it, I’ve got to go find Gummy!”
“Wait-”
But Applejack’s command came too late, for the apple stand Pinkie already did vacate.
‘How did Gummy disappear so fast?’ Pinkie mused. To act with such speed the gator always refused. And thus her thoughts did stray to thoughts of foul play.
A single lamp beamed out a ray of light through a darkened room, upon scaly skin that was no mere costume.
“How would like some gems, Spike?”
“This again? You’re not gonna go all crazy like last time are you?”
“No.”
“Ok, then what do you want me to say?”
“Tell me that my Gummy was gatornapped!”
“Gummy was gatornapped!”
“I knew it! But how did you know that Spike?
“Huh what?” The dragon looked up from the plate of gems, wiping the drool off his jaw.
“Tell me it was Twilight!”
“It was Twilight!”
Pinkie pushed the plate of gems over to Spike, and with that he started stuffing his maw. “Then I have a gator to save! Oh, where is Twilight?”
“She’s out mmm of town mmm giving a lecture mmm at Celestia’s mmm school. She’ll mmm be back mmm tomorrow.”
“Then I have to catch the next train!”
“Sorry Pinkie but mmm you just missed mmm the last train to Canterlot tonight.”
“WHAT?”
Pinkie dashed outside and looked up at the moon. As she had hunted for her gator the night had fallen, much too soon. With nothing to do but to wait out the gloom, Pinkie walked over to Sugarcube Corner and up to her room. Then she curled up in her bed, and went to lay down her head. But her head did not encounter a tail most airy, but instead a snout that to most would be quite scary. But not Pinkie, though her heart still did lurch. It appeared as though she had finally finished her search.
“Gummy! How did you escape from Twilight?”
“Wow. That must have been terrifying! I’m just glad you’re ok. Goodnight!”
And so Pinkie slumbered bereft of worry. As the sun rose, so did Pinkie, but not in any hurry. As she yawned and stretched and got out of bed, she looked around and what she did not find filled her with dread.
“Gummy?”
“TWILIGHT!”