Pinkie Pie set her head down and sighed contentedly. That was it; she simply couldn't eat any more. She was completely full, a completely filled to the tippy top pinkie pony. Not even the whipped topping of the pumpkin pie she had used as an impromptu pillow appealed to her; its white fluffy goodness would have to wait until later to be consumed.

Seated next to her, Maud raised a hoof and poked Pinkie Pie's protruding stomach. “I think you ate too much,” she observed.

Pinkie gasped… and then nearly gagged when she realized she'd inhaled some of the whipped cream she had rested on. Still, she was just too full to even consider swallowing it, so she pushed it to one cheek and grinned at her sister. “Tha's ridiculous,” she said. “It's just halftime!”

Maud glanced around at the army of empty pie tins, the piles of platters that had been licked clean, and bowls stacked high that had had once been full of stuffing and other fruits. “For some reason, I doubt that,” she said.

Pinkie's ears pricked up excitedly. “Ooh, speaking of half'kime, I wanna go p’ay a little hoofball with everypony else!”

Maud blinked. “I think you're being overly optimistic.”

“Nah, I got 'his!” Pinkie straightened up… and tipped over backwards, falling on the back of her head. Thankfully, her poofy mane absorbed most of the impact, leaving Pinkie staring at the ceiling… and now with a dollop of whipped cream sitting on top of her throat. She scooped it out with her tongue and then placed it on her cheek, for safekeeping.

Maud blinked again as she processed this, and then turned to go outside. “I'm going to check on the game,” she said. “I think Rarity's dad is winning.”

Sure enough, if Pinkie cocked an ear, she could hear his shouted play commands, along with various cheers, playful smack-talk, and the occasional angry outburst.

Maud stepped outside and sure enough, the game was in full swing. Magnum was definitely the most excited about this little exhibition match, but he had fierce competition from Applejack and her little sister. She watched with mild interest as Apple Bloom used her sister’s back as a springboard, launching herself up in an attempt to intercept the ball. Flailing at it, she managed to bat it away, sending it spinning in the opposite direction--right into Sweetie Belle’s horn. She rubbed her horn and sank to her haunches, causing an unofficial time-out. Maud blinked, once again happy that she had been born an earth pony.

The sounds of muffled protests made her turn around and return to where Pinkie had landed. Apparently not content with letting their favorite foalsitter miss out on the game, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake had brought the game to her; and by that it should be understood that Pumpkin was bouncing on Pinkie's stomach (and had spread whipped cream everywhere on both of their coats in the process) and Pound was joyously pounding the tip of the ball into Pinkie's forehead.

Pinkie looked up. “Maud, a little help, please?” she pleaded.

Maud stepped forward and solemnly raised her hooves. “Touchdown,” she intoned.