Mocho and Cinnamon washed their faces trying to make it appear as if they hadn't been crying. As they could smell dinner being cooked from down stairs. They then put eye drops in their eye's before they walked down stairs. And sat at their seats at the dinner table, Mocho and Cinnamon both saw that Kit and Fudge had made spaghetti and meatballs. As Kit put plates in front of the two and gave a generous amount to his children.

Kit and Fudge then took their seats and as Kit immediately started eating Fudge spoke.

"So how was your day? Did you head to the new roller rink?" Fudge asked,

"It was okay-ish. And no we didn't go to the rink." Cinnamon said moving around a meatball with her fork. Fudge raised an eyebrow and looked over to Kit, Kit swallowed his food.

"Well what happened you normally love skating." Kit said, Cinnamon gritted her teeth together.

"Our…..acquaintances…..tried to pry in our personal matters. Trying to figure out why we didn't want to go to the sleepover. So we ran off, simple." Cinnamon said, Mocho sunk into his chair.

"May I be excused?" Mocho asked,

"Mocho, honey, you need to eat." Fudge replied.

"I'm not hungry." Mocho replied, Fudge gasped dropping her fork. Kit's jaw dropped, while Cinnamon smacked her hands over her eye's.

"Okay that's it! What's wrong? You guy's not being hungry is like Felix without his hammer!" Kit said, Cinnamon groaned.

"Well Baking, Kevin, and Petermint put some truth serum in some shakes they made us and we drank them. And in the end……we told them our secret." Cinnamon said, Fudge looked concerned while Kit looked ready to blow.

"Oh dearies are you alright?" Fudge asked,

"N—No I feel like crawling into a hole to go and die!" Mocho said before he started crying. Cinnamon teared up as well but tried to keep her tears as bay,

"I'm going to kill Petermint! That little crumb-snatcher tricked me! I should've known!" Kit said. He then took a deep breathe and walked over to Mocho's seat. Kit then picked Mocho up and put him in his lap as he sat into Mocho's chair. Mocho hugged Kit for dear life sobbing on his shoulder, Fudge stretched her hair over. And picked up Cinnamon with it before bringing her daughter into a hug.

Cinnamon hiccupped as she tried to keep herself from crying,

"It's alright Cinnamon. It's okay to cry." Fudge said. Cinnamon then felt the flood gates open as she cried into her mother's chest.

*

The next day Lucy, Kevin, Annaween, and Petermint we're all at the castle getting their stuff unpacked for the sleepover.

"Where's Baking?" Annaween asked with a hint of disgust,

"I don't know. He said he was busy with something." Petermint said.

*

Meanwhile Baking had just got to the kart factory and walked in as he heard the announcers voice.

"Hello! Welcome to the kart factory! We've had some brand new updates installed! First before we start what colors will be on the kart? What food(s) or candy(ies) do you have in your name or best represent? And three what's your gender and name?" The announcer said, Baking grimaced. Just great he now had to speak. Baking took deep breathes before speaking and once he finished the boy was shone over dozens of racing kart designs.

"Pick a design or pick two to create the hybrid of your choice." The announcer said, Baking tilted his head on pure confusion. But as he looked around Baking got a brilliant idea.

*

Fudge, Cinnamon, Mocho, and Kit we're just finishing breakfast as both Cinnamon and Mocho looked exhausted.

"I'm guessing the sedatives didn't work out too well last night." Kit said,

"Yeah. But with the day we had yesterday I'm not surprised." Cinnamon said. As Mocho was barely keeping himself up,

"Alright well since you both look ready to pass out back to bed." Fudge said.

"No way! We just need some chocolate or coffee to put the bounce back in our step!" Cinnamon said quickly changing her tune, while Mocho couldn't bother pretending to be awake. As his eye's had already shut with his head against the back of his chair. Kit smiled slightly and walked over picking Mocho up,

"Face it Cinnamon, Mocho has proven it. If he's too exhausted to go on then your too tired to go on." Kit said.

"N—No! I can't have another dream about th—them!" Cinnamon said, still trying to resist her urge to sleep.

"Come on Cinnamon. Remember it's just a dream. Mommy and daddy will be here when you wake up." Fudge said, Cinnamon's eye lids felt like led as they slowly dropped. And just as her eye's shut the sound of a horn went off, and Cinnamon's eye's shot open. Mocho stirred slightly in his sleep but Kit scratched behind his ears and the bunny hybrid relaxed again. Cinnamon groaned,

"Who ever that was I'm gonna kill them!" Cinnamon said. As she walked over to the house door and opened her. Baking was seen at the door with a nervous smile on his face.

"What do you want!?" Cinnamon demanded, Baking winced and licked his lips nervously.

"G—Gi—Gi—" Baking tried to say, his voice sounding raspy, weak, and broken.

"What is it!? Or do I have to rip your underwear from your butt to speak!" Cinnamon said growing impatient, Baking gulped.

"Now Cinnamon that isn't nice. What do you need Baking?" Fudge asked nicely, as her and Kit made her way outside. Baking opened her mouth but quickly closed it he instead ran over to a nearby bush. And pushed out what looked to be a motocross bike, the bike had cream colored wheels. The bike was colored cinnamon brown as fudge brown swirls covered the bike. Finally of the powdered sugar white handle bars was the name: Cinnamon Smoreline.

Fudge and Kit's jaw dropped while Cinnamon's tired eye's widened. A huge smile came onto her face as Baking dug his shoe into the ground.