Chapter 8: Baby Cakes
It is a pleasant daytime today as both Mr. and Mrs. Cake have had a baby. The Mane 7 asked if they could come to see the foals and they both said yes. In a hospital, the Mane 7 were letting out excited chatter as they were peeking through a long window of the maternity ward where the babies were held.
Applejack: Can you believe the new baby is finally here?
Twilight Sparkle: Cup Cake and Carrot Cake must be so proud!
Rarity: I wonder if it's a filly or a colt?
Pinkie Pie: I wanna see the new baby pony! I wanna see! Which one is it?!
(Y/N): Whoa, calm down Pinkie. Look.
(Y/N) points to where Mr. Cake is as he standing over one of the bassinets. He must have been up all night as his bow tie was loose, his mane was unkempt, and he had a faceful of beard stubble.
Mr. Cake: Meet our son, Pound Cake.
Mr. Cake moves the blanket to expose a tiny little newborn foal sleeping as he had light goldish gray coat and brown mane. The newborn colt lets out a cute yawn as he also reveals that he has wings marking him as a Pegasus.
Mane 7: Awww. . .
Mr. Cake: . . .and our daughter, Pumpkin Cake.
Mr. Cake then turns around to the other bassinet and pulls down the blanket to reveal a newborn filly as she had a light yellow coat, a light brilliant orange mane, and she had a horn on her head to reveal that she's a unicorn. She also let out a cute yawn before sucking on her front hoof.
Mane 7: Huh?
Pinkie Pie: Two new foals for me to play with? *gasps* That's two, two, two times the fun! This is the greatest day ever!
Pinkie then quickly darts out of view and instantly appears inside of the maternity ward wearing a party hat and she also as a party kazoo clamped in her teeth. The Mane 6 outside of the ward were confused by Pinkie's antics.
Pinkie Pie: We need to celebrate your birthday, babies, 'cause you were just born today! Woo-hoo!
Pinkie was about to blow into the kazoo until a mare named Nurse Redheart came in and stopped Pinkie from doing so.
Nurse Redheart: Shhh. The babies are trying to sleep.
Pinkie Pie: But I was just-
Nurse Redheart: Shhh!
Pinkie Pie: But-
Nurse Redheart: Shhh!
Pinkie glances in the departing nurse's direction, then slips between the two newborns and starts to sing quietly.
Pinkie Pie: Happy happy birthday to you and you today-
Pinkie then disappears in a flash and appears back to where the rest of the Mane 7 are thanks to (Y/N)'s magic.
(Y/N): Pinkie, what part of "The babies are trying to sleep" do you not understand?
Pinkie Pie: Aw, come on. I just wanted to sing them a little happy birthday.
(Y/N): You can do that after their out of the ward, Pinkie. Plus there's more foals in there than them, so you might cause a tiny problem.
Twilight Sparkle: Tiny is a bit of an understatement.
Applejack: Something's got me thinking though. How in thunderation is one of them twins a Pegasus and the other one a unicorn?
(Y/N): Yeah, I was wondering about that too. Aren't you both Earth ponies?
Mr. Cake: Don't worry, I can easily explain. My great-great-great-great grandfather was a unicorn, and Cup Cake's great aunt's second cousin twice removed was a Pegasus. That makes sense, right?
(Y/N) was just dumbfounded by that.
(Y/N): That. . . seems like a long way to go for an easy explanation, but I guess so if it's in the family tree.
Rainbow Dash: Aw, yeah! Heh, just you wait! Once little Pound Cake there gets his wings going, he'll be all over the place.
Rainbow Dash zips back and forth a few times.
Twilight Sparkle: And be careful around Pumpkin Cake.
Rarity: Baby unicorns get strange magic surges that come and go.
(Y/N): And you're lucky to not have to deal with alicorn magic. Apparently from my past, I had more than just strange magic surges, but that's probably just me.
Pinkie then appears inside of the ward again in between both of the foals with a chocolate cake in her hooves.
Pinkie Pie: Quick! Make a wish and blow out your candles! Which is easy, 'cause there are zero candles! You are zero years old, after all!
Nurse Redheart: Shhhh!
Nurse Redheart's shushing causes Pinkie to twitch backward slightly and hit herself in the face with the cake. She ends up with an embarrassed smile framed by chocolate icing around her mouth and a beard/mustache of white from the cake's trim. (Y/N) then turns towards the other mares.
(Y/N): That's Pinkie folks!
The other mares chuckle from that.
One month later in Sugarcube Corner, the foals have now grown a little bit as they can now walk and both their manes and tails were more clear along with Pumpkin Cake having a blue bow in her mane. They both were also wearing diapers.
Both of the babies let out happy gurgles as they were both walking and playing around on the floor until Pinkie bursts in from the kitchen with a cake on her head with the number one on it. She hops cheerfully towards the foals and starts to sing to them.
Pinkie Pie: Happy month-i-versary to you and you today!
I-can't-believe-you're-already-a-month-old. Time-sure-flies-doesn't-it-wow. Seems-like-only yesterday-you-were-born.
But now you're a month old today, hey!
Both of the foals blow into their party kazoos and jump onto Pinkie and tackle her to the ground while letting out cute giggles. Mr. Cake sees this and let's out a little concern before just smiling and going back to work. Pinkie then pops back up in between the kids.
Pinkie Pie: Are you ready for your favoritest game in the whole wide world?
Pinkie Pie dives through the double doors leading into a storage room, then hangs her forelegs over the top edges once they stop swinging.
Pinkie Pie: Where's Pinkie Pie?
Pinkie then quickly opens the doors and sticks her head out.
Pinkie Pie: Here I am!
Pinkie repeats it again as the foals laugh and cheer at the little game that she was putting on for them.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake were doing their normal duties as Mr. Cake brings in a couple of boxes of pastries in the storage room on a table. They both look at Pinkie with a slight worried look at seeing what she thinks taking care of the babies are like. When she darts back into the kitchen, she blows raspberries at the kids and Mrs. Cake pokes her head out from the kitchen.
Mrs. Cake: Everything okay in there? *sing-song* Who needs a diaper change?
Pinkie Pie: Don't worry, they're fine!
However, when Pinkie said that she picks Pound Cake up and takes a whiff at him to notice that he did indeed have a gross smell and he did need a diaper change.
Pinkie Pie: Oogh, I mean. . .
Mr. Cake then bursts out from the storage room with two fresh diapers on his tail.
Mr. Cake: Oh, I got it.
He then lays Pound and Pumpkin side by side on an open patch of a countertop and quickly takes off their soiled diapers to then throw them into a nearby trash can. He then deploys some baby powder onto the foals and then immediately puts the new and clean diapers on the babies and they looked good as new. The two babies giggle as Mr. Cake goes to wash his hooves.
Mr. Cake: Is anypony hungry?
Pinkie Pie: Ah, no thanks. I just had a big breakfast.
Mr. Cake throws Pinkie a funny look as Mrs. Cake enters from the storage room, a tray with two bottles balanced on her tail.
Mrs. Cake: I'm on it.
With a flick of her tail, Mrs. Cake sends the two bottles in the air directly into the babies mouths as they start to suck and drink the milk out of the bottles. Pinkie watches them drink their bottles with slight impatience as she looks at a wristwatch on her hoof. As soon as they were done drinking their milk, the babies sat up and their smiles turned into looks of general distress. Pinkie eyes them quizzically before breaking out in a huge smile.
Pinkie Pie: Oh, oh, you're making funny faces! I have one! Bleghhh!
She bugs one eye out and lets her tongue hang loose.
Mr. Cake: *chuckles* No, you see, Pinkie, the babies need to be burped.
Mr. Cake scoops the foals up, leans one over each shoulder, and starts patting both tiny backs at once. In no time flat he is rewarded with a double-barreled belch that brings great revulsion to Pinkie's face for a brief instant, but she brightens immediately afterward.
Pinkie Pie: All set now? Everything good? Okay, who wants to play again?
Pinkie then zips off and the babies jump out of their dad's arms and started tottering eagerly after her. As they were, Pound Cake stumbles and falls near a stack of blocks and eyes them before standing up on his hind legs and knocks them over. Before he could fall back onto the floor, Mrs. Cake dives in low to catch him.
Mrs. Cake: Uh uh uh, Pound Cake, no pounding things.
Pound Cake simply just smiles. Pumpkin Cake, still following Pinkie, stops by the dropped baby powder can and gets its non-business end in her mouth. After a moment's sucking or gumming on it Mrs. Cake walks up, clicks her tongue reprovingly, and takes it away in her own teeth.
Mr. Cake: Uh uh uh uh, we don't chew on things, Pumpkin Cake.
Pinkie Pie: Except food.
Mrs. Cake then drops the baby powder can with a look of shock on her face.
Mrs. Cake: *gasps* Food! Great cinnamon sticks, I completely forgot!
Pinkie Pie: No, you just fed them bottles, remember?
Mrs. Cake: Not the babies' food!
Mr. Cake: Gah! The food for the enormously big catering order we have to deliver today!
Mrs. Cake: Oh, with the new twins, we've been so distracted!
Mrs. Cake then slings up a couple of baby carriers on her back and Mr. Cake puts the foals in the carriers.
Mr. Cake: Quick, honeybun, we need to find a babysitter to watch the foals while we take care of this.
As the two head for the door, Pinkie Pie felt eager.
Pinkie Pie: I could do it! I wanna do it! Oh, the babies love playing with me, I'll do it!
Outside in Ponyville, the Cakes were on their way to find a babysitter for the foals and Pinkie happily hops after them.
Mrs. Cake: I wonder who would be available on such short notice.
Pinkie Pie: Me! Me! Pick me!
The Cakes arrived at Fluttershy's cottage and they asked her if she could babysit the foals.
Fluttershy: Oh, I would love to babysit!
The Cakes through on hopeful smiles from this until Fluttershy said something else.
Fluttershy: But I can't today, sorry. I promised Angel we'd go on a picnic.
The tiny white rabbit is seen tapping his foot and he points to the picnic basket beside him impatiently.
The Cakes then dejectedly take their leave as Fluttershy puts her head out the door.
Fluttershy: You understand, don't you? Y-you're not mad at me, are you? Please don't be mad at me!
Pinkie then pops up cradling Angel and rocking him vigorously.
Pinkie Pie: I'll do it! Pick me!
At the Golden Oak Library, the Cakes are inside and they ask Twilight if she can babysit for them, but she shakes her head sadly.
Twilight Sparkle: I have to finish this report for the Princess summarizing all my other reports to the Princess.
Spike is then seen standing on a stool balancing with one foot and carrying a bunch of papers all over his body. The Cakes immediately leave ignoring Pinkie who was rocking a book that had a diaper on, back and forth.
Pinkie Pie: I wanna babysit! Pick me!
The Cakes arrive at Sweet Apple Acres with beaming smiles hoping to see if Applejack had the time to babysit, but as soon as they saw that she was bucking some apple trees in a hurry, their smiles faded as they could instantly tell that she was busy. Applejack quickly the dropped apples in a basket.
Applejack: Babysit? Now? When there's a swarm o' hungry caterpillars headin' this way? I gotta get all these apples picked before they get swarmed on!
A caterpillar tries to take an enormous bite out of a nearby apples, but Applejack takes it away before it could and it fell face first at the dirt. The Cakes then head out as Pinkie darts out of nowhere rocking a bunch of apples in her hooves.
Pinkie Pie: Ooh, ooh, I wanna do it!
The Cakes then go to Rainbow Dash who was up on a cloud and to no surprise, she had to decline the favor as she shook her head.
Rainbow Dash: I got tickets to the Wonderbolts airshow this afternoon. Gotta dash!
Rainbow then flies off with enough speed to vaporize the cloud and leave two earth pony parents goggling after her. Pinkie is then seen with a cloud that had a diaper on and tosses it back and forth over her head onto her hooves.
Pinkie Pie: Ask me! Mememememememememememememe!
Pinkie then wasn't paying attention to what she was doing and forgets to catch the cloud and it bursts apart upon hitting the ground. After a furtive glance at the aftermath, she bails out at top speed.
At Carousel Boutique, the Cakes were right in front of Rarity at the front door and she also declined the favor.
Rarity: Moi? Babysit? N- Oh nonononononononono!
The Cakes immediately head out crestfallen from that, but Rarity decides to humor them.
Rarity: I'm flattered that you would think about me though.
Pinkie then appears out of nowhere from the top of the screen hanging on it which surprises Rarity.
Pinkie Pie: Hello? Right here. Let me do it!
The Cakes had one last decision besides Pinkie as they instantly went to (Y/N)'s house and knocked on his door a couple of times. He then comes out to see the Cakes.
(Y/N): Mr. and Mrs. Cake? This is a surprise. What can I do for you?
Mr. Cake: (Y/N), we were wondering if you had time on your hooves to babysit the foals while we're away for the day.
(Y/N): Babysit? Hmm. . .
(Y/N) looks up into the air and puts his hoof on his chin pondering and the Cakes got nervous looks from that as they thought that he was going to decline as well. However, (Y/N) said something else.
(Y/N): Actually, I do have free time for today to babysit. I just realized that I was actually supposed to have an audience with the mayor today, but it was postponed to tomorrow due to them having some organization issues.
The Cakes sighed in relief from that and Pinkie who was behind them looking at the scene just jaw dropped from that.
Mrs. Cake: Thank you, (Y/N). If you wouldn't mind, can you come with us to Sugarcube Corner and we'll get you everything that you need to babysit Pound and Pumpkin.
(Y/N): Sure, no problem.
The Cakes then guide (Y/N) back to Sugarcube Corner and Pinkie had her eyes trained on them and was still jaw dropped from the Cakes choosing (Y/N) to babysit over her.
Back at Sugarcube Corner, the Cakes were rushing in and out from the storage room grabbing stuff that they needed which made (Y/N) surprised.
(Y/N): Whoa! You two sure look like that you're in a hurry.
Mr. Cake: Yes, you see while we were taking care of the kids, we realized that we have forgotten some duties of our own!
(Y/N): Well, no one can multitask everything.
Mr. Cake: Many ponies do say that you're good with kids, (Y/N). Can you really handle the foals?
(Y/N): Heh, I've handled three little fillies at once with some help. I'm sure I can babysit two little foals.
Mrs. Cake: Thank you, (Y/N). We really appreciate it.
Mrs. Cake then rushes up to a scroll that was one a huge cake with no frosting and tosses it to (Y/N) which he caught with his magic.
Mrs. Cake: Oh, here you are, dearie. All of your responsibilities are on this list.
(Y/N): Yes, ma'am. You can count on me.
Mrs. Cake was about to go and get something until Mr. Cake intervened.
Mr. Cake: We'll frost it when we get there! C'mon, sugarplum, tick-tick!
Mr. Cake pulls the cake outside while Mrs. Cake turns back to (Y/N) one last time.
Mrs. Cake: Take good care of our two precious little ginger snaps!
(Y/N): It won't be a problem at all, Mrs. Cake.
Mrs. Cake then gets one last thought as she whispers something to (Y/N).
Mrs. Cake: *whispers* Oh, and one last thing.
(Y/N): What is it?
Mrs. Cake looked to the sides before answering (Y/N).
Mrs. Cake: *whispers* Try not to let Pinkie Pie get too involved, okay dearie?
(Y/N): What? Why?
Mrs. Cake: *whispers* It's just that. . . we don't know if we think that she knows the responsibilities of taking care of foals like you do.
(Y/N): Well. . . I'll do my best.
Mrs. Cake: Great. Again, thank you (Y/N). This is a big help for us.
Mrs. Cake then rushes out of the kitchen to go along with Mr. Cake and they both leave to go on the big errand that they had. (Y/N) then closes the doors and sighs in relief. However, a familiar pink party mare slowly rises up right beside (Y/N) with a huge smile as she tilts her head towards him. (Y/N) just turns and raises an eyebrow at Pinkie.
(Y/N): . . .What?
Pinkie Pie: Don't you see?! With both of us here, this will be twice the fun! Twice the playtime!
Pinkie then grabs (Y/N)'s cheeks and pulls him towards her face.
Pinkie Pie: And with you here (Y/N), it'll be twice the happiness for not only us, but the foals as well!
(Y/N): Pinkie. . .
Pinkie Pie: Oooh! I need to make an extra list of all the fun things we can do with the foals!
(Y/N): Pinkie!
Pinkie Pie: And best of all, it'll be like we're both-
(Y/N): PINKIE!
Pinkie Pie: Oh. Yeah, (Y/N)?
(Y/N): Look, I know how much you are excited to babysit the Cake twins, but are you really sure you know the responsibility of taking care of babies?
Pinkie Pie: I can be responsible. Why, responsibility is my middle name. Pinkie Responsibility Pie.
(Y/N): *chuckles* Oh, please. If you ask me, you're middle name should be something more of your personality like. . .
Pinkie Pie: Responsibility, see?
Pinkie pulls out a birth certificate out of nowhere and instantly shows it to (Y/N) who reads it and was dumbfounded by what he read on it.
(Y/N): Pinkie. . . Responsibility. . . Pie. . .! How did you. . .?!
Pinkie Pie: Now, come on! Let's see what these foals want to play first!
Pinkie hops to the babies who just stare up at her with steadily building worry. She then gives a big silly grin to the babies and she was met with a stereo outburst of full-throated crying. When that happens, both (Y/N) and Pinkie look at each other with worried looks and could think of one thing to say.
(Y/N) and Pinkie Pie: Uh Oh.
Both of them were flustered by the foals bawling.
(Y/N): Okay, don't panic. Pinkie! Do you know anything that calms them down?
Pinkie Pie: Ooh! Yes! Don't cry little friends! Look, look!
Pinkie races across the room and hides behind the storage doors.
Pinkie Pie: Where's Pinkie Pie. . .? Where's Pinkie Pie?
Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake trade a bewildered look, then start crying all over again.
Pinkie Pie: Oh no
Pinkie then bursts back out from the doors.
Pinkie Pie: I'm right here, see?
The little game made no difference as the foals were still crying, Pinkie tried making funny faces at the foals and it did nothing either.
Pinkie Pie: Um, (Y/N)! I could use some help here!
(Y/N): Pinkie, you're not seeing it right. I think they want to play with something "they" want to play. Not what you want to play.
(Y/N) uses his magic to bring forth some blocks and a small stuffed animal to the foals and places both of the objects in front of them. Pound and Pumpkin Cake trade some looks before looking at the objects and they then changed from two babies crying to two babies playing with their toys. Pinkie was just surprised by that.
Pinkie Pie: Wow, how did you know what they wanted (Y/N)?
(Y/N): I've babysat before. I kind of had the experience.
Pinkie looks at both of the foals happily playing with their toys until she got an idea and ran back into the storage room and brought out a bunch of cooking utensils and started balancing them on herself which made (Y/N) confused.
(Y/N): Pinkie, what are you doing?
Pinkie Pie: I'm going to give these little guys something else that they should play with.
(Y/N) then goes wide eyed from this.
(Y/N): Pinkie! I don't think that you should using cooking utensils around. . .
Pinkie then accidentally slips and falls which making the utensils fly off her and some knocked over the tiny stack of blocks that Pound Cake was building with and a fork went through the middle of the stuffed animal that Pumpkin Cake was playing with.
(Y/N): . . .Babies.
Both Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake see this and immediately started bawling their eyes out again and (Y/N) glares at Pinkie.
Pinkie Pie: *nervous chuckle* . . .Oops.
(Y/N) then picks both of the ruined toys and utensils laying on the floor and puts them somewhere contained.
(Y/N): Alright then, I suppose you've got an idea on how to handle THIS!
Pinkie Pie then contemplates on something to stop the foals from crying.
Pinkie Pie: Oh, think think think. . . Aha!
(Y/N): You've got an idea?!
Pinkie Pie: Yep, follow me!
In the storage room where it was dark, Pinkie puts both of the babies near a little table with a vase and they both looked at each other thoroughly confused.
Pinkie Pie: Hey guys, watch this!
In front of the foals is a red curtain backdrop, a broom, and a stool. Applause is made as Pinkie trots into view with a spotlight following her and she grabs the broom to use its handle end as a microphone.
Pinkie Pie: Hey, you're a wonderful crowd here tonight! Where y'all from?
Pinkie holds out the end of the broom to the kids and Pumpkin Cake opens her mouth to answer, but nothing comes out so Pinkie pulls the broom back to her.
Pinkie Pie: Wow, that's great. Now you see, my friend (Y/N) here has some comedy that he wants to share with ya. So, let's give it up for (Y/N)!
Applause is heard once again as (Y/N) walks into view with a bored look that said that he didn't want to do this, but he gave a forced smile to the babies.
(Y/N): (I can't believe I agreed to this. This will not work.) Soooo. . . I heard Rarity's cat Opal was coughing up hairballs all night. We thought it was a. . . CAT-tastrophe.
A rimshot jingle was heard as the twins only reacted with puzzled stares and silence. Pinkie however gives a laugh at the joke.
Pinkie Pie: *laughs* Get it? CAT-tastrophe?
(Y/N) simply sighs from the corny joke that he made while the twins remained with an indifferent reaction.
(Y/N): (Speaking of cats, this reminds me of a certain golden hair tomboy girl that also makes corny puns. She mostly did them about her part-cat partner.)
Pinkie Pie: Try another one, (Y/N).
(Y/N): Oh boy. . . uh. . . I wanted to give my complements to all of the sidewalks. . . for keeping me off the streets.
Pinkie then zips over to a snare drum and cymbal set up in a corner to play the jingle herself this time, getting only a fresh wave of crying from the twins.
Pinkie Pie: Gee, tough crowd.
(Y/N) just looks at Pinkie over at the drums and facehoofs. When he looks back in front of him, Pinkie was already standing in front of him with the broom in her hand which made him look back and forth from her blink of an eye movement.
Pinkie Pie: Tell me about it.
(Y/N): Pinkie! Stand-up comedy is NOT going to work on month old foals! How about we just give them-
Pinkie covers (Y/N)'s mouth with her hoof and she got an idea in her head.
Pinkie Pie: Don't worry (Y/N)! I wasn't gonna pull off a show stopper, but they're a lovely audience and I they you deserve it!
(Y/N) just gives a confused look at that.
(Y/N): *muffled* What? What do you mean?
Pinkie pulls both her and (Y/N) backstage for a second before they both come back out with rubber pig noses on and Pinkie started to sing to them while bouncing all over the place pushing (Y/N) around with her who was getting annoyed.
Pinkie Pie: First you jiggle your tail! Oink oink oink!
Then you wriggle your snout! Oink oink oink!
Then you wiggle your rump! Oink oink oink!
Then shout it out! Oink oink oink!
Pinkie sings the verse twice more at faster tempos and the foals expressions deteriorate from confusion to crying once more. Eventually, (Y/N) tries to stop Pinkie from trying to do her little musical by trying to stop her from bouncing all over the place, but it instead ended up with Pinkie tripping over (Y/N) and they both tumbled across the floor over to a cabinet with their rubber snouts falling off as well. A bag of flour then falls onto both of them and white clouds puff out in all directions and clear to show that every square inch of them was white with flour all over them. The foals see this and fall silent, then break into happy gurgles and laughter at the sight.
Pinkie Pie: There, see? Nothing to this babysitting business!
Pinkie smiles wearily before falling to the ground exhausted from what she just did. (Y/N) just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
(Y/N): *sarcastically* Well, that's one way to do it.
They both eventually got cleaned up from the flour and (Y/N) was currently looking at the list that the Cakes gave him and he sees what's next.
(Y/N): Hmm. . . snack time.
Pinkie then rushes up behind (Y/N) which surprises him.
Pinkie Pie: Oooh! That should be easy enough.
Pinkie goes over to a cabinet and grabs two bowls filled with soft food and brings them over to the twins who were in adjacent high chairs. Pound Cake was banging on his tray while Pumpkin Cake was sucking her hoof.
Pinkie Pie: Okie-dokie! Eat up!
Pinkie places both of the plates down in front of the foals and they both look at the bowls before staring up at her with blank faces. Pinkie then tries to give them an example by picking up an empty bowl.
Pinkie Pie: Like this! Num-num-num, num-num-num-num! Ahh!
(Y/N) then comes up to her levitating a spoon.
(Y/N): Pinkie, you can't just tell them to eat. You have to encourage them to want to eat. Like this!
(Y/N) scoops up a piece of food from Pound Cake's bowl and puts it in front of the colt's face.
(Y/N): Pound Cake. Here comes the choo-choo train. *train noises*
Pound Cake giggles from that and chomps on the spoon that (Y/N) had in front of him. He chews on his food before swallowing it made him let out a happy laugh.
(Y/N): See Pinkie? Like that.
Pinkie Pie: Oooh! Let me try! Let me try!
Pinkie grabs the spoon that (Y/N) was levitating and puts it in front of Pumpkin Cake's face next.
Pinkie Pie: Pumpkin Cake! Look! This grub is an alien. It said that it wants you to eat it. Wheeeeee-ooooooo!
Pumpkin Cake had the same reaction that Pound Cake did as she giggled and ate the food that was on the spoon and chews it down. Pinkie and (Y/N) both gave huge smiles to each other.
(Y/N): There you go, Pinkie! That was perfect!
Pinkie blushed a little that she received a compliment from (Y/N).
(Y/N): How about you give some food to Pumpkin Cake while I take Pound Cake?
Pinkie Pie: Sure! This is will be fun for both us and the twins.
It took longer than they both thought as after about 20 minutes, both of the twins bowls were empty and they had food all over them from trying to eat and they were both just giving out adorable gurgles. However, (Y/N) and Pinkie were breathing a little heavily.
Pinkie Pie: Wow! I did not think that feeding was this hard.
(Y/N): You and me both, Pinkie.
Both of the babies then started to make some weird faces which Pinkie sees.
Pinkie Pie: Ooooh! They're making funny faces again. . .! Wait! No they're not. What did Mr. Cake say about these kinds of faces?
(Y/N): They need to burped Pinkie.
Pinkie Pie: Right! What you said.
(Y/N) carries both of the foals up and put both of them over his shoulders to face their backs towards Pinkie. He gestures for Pinkie to pat their backs which she smiles at and goes over and starts patting both of their backs lightly, but rapidly.
Both of the babies then let out some big burps this time which surprised both (Y/N) and Pinkie.
(Y/N): Woah-oh! That's a big one.
Pinkie Pie: Looks at they either ate food or they had a balloon pop inside of them.
(Y/N) chuckles from that.
(Y/N): Good one. So let's see. . .
(Y/N) pulls out the list that Mrs. Cake gave him and sees what's next.
(Y/N): Bath time. That seems fair given that they are a bit of a mess from eating. Hey, Pinkie can you go to the bathroom and set up a nice bubbly tub for these two?
Pinkie salutes to (Y/N).
Pinkie Pie: Yes, sir!
Pinkie then zips on through to the where the bathroom is to set up the bath for the foals.
In the bathroom of Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie finishes setting up up a bathtub filled with steaming sudsy water as she turns the faucet off.
Pinkie Pie: Bath's ready (Y/N)!
(Y/N) then walks into the bathroom and set both of the foals down and takes both of their diapers off so they don't get wet while him and Pinkie were washing them. As soon as he finishes doing that however, both of the babies jump up with a happy yell and race off, with Pinkie and (Y/N) in hot pursuit.
(Y/N): Hey! Get over here!
Pinkie chases after Pound Cake while (Y/N) chases after Pumpkin Cake. They both keep chasing them around the place until they eventually come back into the bathroom and Pumpkin Cake starts chewing on a towel which (Y/N) makes her let go of.
(Y/N): Nuh-uh! We don't put towels in our mouth, Pumpkin Cake.
(Y/N) quickly scoops Pumpkin Cake up in his hooves and turns to Pinkie who was looking around with growing panic in the room for the other foal.
Pinkie Pie: Where's Pound Cake?! I was just chasing him a second ago!
Both of them then heard giggling as they both walked up to a medicine cabinet to see Pound Cake's tail hanging out of it. Pinkie then opens the cabinet and they are both met with the colt standing on his hind legs before he rushes off again. (Y/N) hands Pinkie, Pumpkin Cake and chases after Pound Cake and he eventually grabs him by the mane with his teeth. Both Pinkie and (Y/N) finally deposit the twins in the tub. However, they're reward was a fresh wave of screams and tears.
(Y/N): Oh, not again!
Pinkie then gets an idea as she digs into they tub and pulls out a hoof-load of bubbles.
Pinkie Pie: Ooh, look, guys! Bubbles!
Pinkie gently blows some bubbles in the air which makes the babies stop crying and they just smile while looking at the bubbles. (Y/N) looks over to Pinkie and winks at her which makes her give a smile as well. They both then decided to play around with the bubbles to encourage the foals as Pinkie puts a beard of soap suds on her face and (Y/N) makes a mustache with the soap. Everything is sweetness and light until a particularly large bubble bursts on Pumpkin's horn and the crying starts again. (Y/N) and Pinkie look at each other with worried looks and they shake themselves clean.
(Y/N) then levitates a rubber ducky and gives it a squeeze to make it squeak before he levitates it into the tub with the twins.
(Y/N): Look you two, some bath toys.
The twins then stop crying from this and grew happy looks from the toy. Pinkie smiles at this before getting an idea and rushes off to bring even more bath toys for the foals. She brings in a penguin and a sponge, a beach ball and a inflatable crab, but she came back in with a tugboat and a snorkel mask, (Y/N) stopped her.
(Y/N): Don't overwhelm them! The rubber ducky, penguin, and sponge should be enough.
(Y/N) levitates the beach ball and inflatable crab out of the tub to give the twins more space and they both then started to play with the three toys in the tub. Pinkie sighs from this and puts the toys that she found, back where they belong. (Y/N) then proceeds to levitate a washcloth and gives the foals a nice, gentle bath. Pinkie was looking from the door to see how well (Y/N) was handling the foals and she gives out a sad sigh.
After they were finished with the bath, they decided to go upstairs and were now in the babies room looking to see what was next on the list.
(Y/N): Hmm. . . we've done playtime, snack time, and bath time. What's next?
As (Y/N) says that, both him and Pinkie smell some rather unpleasant fumes wafting their way. They both let out a gasp and cover their noses trying not to vomit and they look to see that the stench was coming from the babies diapers.
(Y/N): *gags* Ugh! Diaper changing's next!
Pinkie Pie: Smells like somepony needs us to changy-wangy their diaper-wiper right now-a-wow!
Both (Y/N) and Pinkie each grab one clean diaper and they both start to tiptoe. They both slowly work their way toward the pair, zig-zagging between their cribs. They both eventually got near them without them looking as Pinkie was on top of a crib while (Y/N) was hiding from the corner of it.
Pinkie Pie: Easy. . . easy. . .
(Y/N): . . .Now!
The approach of both of their shadows attracts both noxious foals' attention, and they laugh and flee from their diving tackles causing both of them to miss and land on top of each other. They both sigh as they got up and start looking for the two babies as unbeknownst to them, the foals were hiding behind a dresser in the corner of the room. Pumpkin Cake lets out a soft giggle as that got some attention from Pinkie and she peeks her head to glare and growl at both of the foals and she charges in on them causing a dust scuffle between her and the foals to happen as the foals started giggling which makes (Y/N) surprised of what's going on.
Pinkie Pie: Wait- no- stay there-
Pinkie then quickly grabs a couple of clean diapers and resumes the tiny brawl. The sound of a ratchet wrench is heard which made (Y/N) raise an eyebrow as he then sees Pound Cake trying to crawl away, but Pinkie quickly grabs him back.
Pinkie Pie: Just- for a second- stand still, I've almost-
A jackhammer sound is heard as well and soon it was finished as it now reveals that both of the foals had their diapers off and they were instead somewhere. Both of their clean diapers were on Pinkie's head and on Pinkie's rump. Her smug smile turns to embarrassment once she realizes how badly this endeavor has gone wrong, and the twins laugh and zip away.
Pinkie Pie: Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
(Y/N): Don't worry Pinkie, I've got this!
(Y/N) quickly grabs two clean diapers and rushes over with his wing speed to then quickly grab the foals, sit and pin both of them on a table and in just a few seconds without any issues at all, both of the foals had on new diapers. Pinkie just jaw drops from the way that (Y/N) was able to handle that with little problem at all. (Y/N) then lays both of the foals back down on the floor for them to go and continue to play before turning to Pinkie who was still shocked.
(Y/N): See Pinkie? Some things are harder than they seem. Which is why it may take more than just you or me to handle these kinds of things.
Pinkie felt slightly offended by this.
Pinkie Pie: Ex-cuse me?
(Y/N): Babies take a lot of work to get under control and you also have to be smart about it. One pony may not be enough to handle the responsibility.
Pinkie growls a little from that.
Pinkie Pie: (Well, of all the– he thinks I can't handle things on my own! Maybe because I haven't handled things on my own. Well, I can handle things on my own!)
Pinkie then grabs (Y/N) by the tail and takes him outside of the room to then give a glare at him.
Pinkie Pie: Well, in that case, I'll be the one to put these foals to sleep (Y/N). I think you've probably done enough for the entire day.
(Y/N) just gives a confused look from that.
(Y/N): Huh?
Pinkie Pie: If you'll excuse me, I'll be the one to put them to sleep. By myself!
(Y/N): What are you talking about? I thought you wanted to do this together.
Pinkie Pie: Well, I've learned enough to see how one does it alone. So, I'll politely ask that you'll stay out of the door for this one (Y/N).
Although she said politely, her voice was more condescending as she takes the diapers off herself and goes back to the door where the babies were in. (Y/N) just raises an eyebrow from what she just said.
Pinkie takes a peek in the room to see Pound Cake jumping on the mattress of his crib and Pumpkin was sitting on the floor sucking on a rubber chicken toy. Pinkie then rushes up to where Pound Cake was.
Pinkie Pie: Pound Cake!
Pound Cake stops jumping on the mattress and gives his attention to Pinkie.
Pinkie Pie: This is a crib. It is only to be used for napping, sleeping, and on occasion with permission, as a pretend old-timey Western fort. It is not a trampoline, so stop your jumping right now, mister!
Pinkie's blue eyes fixes on Pound Cake's brown ones with the hardest glare they can muster before going over to Pumpkin Cake.
Pinkie Pie: And you, young filly. We do not put anything in our mouth that we cannot safely and properly digest, so stop slobbering on that toy this instant!
The said young filly lets the rubber chicken fall from her mouth and allows Pinkie to set her in the crib next to her brother.
Pinkie Pie: Now, we've all had a very exhausting afternoon, and it's time for all good little foals to take their nap. So, FALL ASLEEP!
Both foals regard her with dumbfounded, wide-eyed stares for a long moment, then drop onto their backs and start snoring. Pinkie eyes them with a smile and relieved sigh, pulls a blanket up over both, and gives each a kiss on the forehead.
Pinkie Pie: Sleep tight.
Pulling the crib's drop-side up into place, she deposits a used diaper into a waiting trash can and tosses the rubber chicken into a closet before turning the lights and she walks out of the room and gives a smug look to (Y/N).
(Y/N): Did you get them to go to sleep?
Pinkie Pie: Yep! Now that's what I call handling things.
(Y/N): Huh. I underestimated you, Pinkie. You do have responsibility skills inside of you.
Pinkie felt happy to hear that.
Pinkie Pie: *giggles* Just take a look inside of the room.
(Y/N) walks back to where the door of the babies room was and he takes a peek inside to see the the sleeping foals, but instead he gives a huge gasp of what he sees next. Pinkie then comes up to him in concern.
Pinkie Pie: What's wrong?
Pinkie looks inside with (Y/N) and she lets out the same gasp as they both saw that the twins have escaped their crib.
Pinkie Pie: Oh, nononono. Not good, not good, not good!
(Y/N): They got to be in here somewhere! Keep looking around for them!
Pinkie first looks inside of the cribs to look for the foals.
Pinkie Pie: Pound? Pumpkin? Where are you?
(Y/N) looks where some of the toys are and around the corner to see if he could find them anywhere.
(Y/N): Pound? Pumpkin? Come out, come out wherever you are.
Both of them kept looking around the room for them until they both heard a squeak come from the closet and they go and open it to find Pumpkin Cake sucking on the rubber chicken toy that she was just playing with a minute ago.
Pinkie Pie: Whoa!
(Y/N): For a foal that is just a month old, you're really resilient.
(Y/N) carries Pumpkin Cake and puts her back in the crib and Pinkie pulls the crib's drop side back up.
Pinkie Pie: You be a good little girl now, Pumpkin-wumpkin, and stay in your crib for your pals Pinkie-winkie and (Y/N)!
Pumpkin climbs up to the rail on the end of this, then gives the toy another squeak with her teeth before Pinkie and (Y/N) cautiously turn away.
(Y/N): Come on, Pound. Where are you?!
(Y/N) and Pinkie walk a short distance and briefly look back at Pumpkin Cake for a moment to see if she would do anything mischievous and she remained in the crib still sucking on the chicken. (Y/N) and Pinkie look at each other worriedly and let out a gulp before they go out of the room to see if Pound Cake was around anywhere.
Pinkie Pie: Pound Cake? *clicks tongue* Here, Pound Cake.
They both look walk across the hall to see if Pound Cake was anywhere and they stopped in their tracks when they heard ghostly, babyish giggle.
(Y/N): Pound Cake? Is that you?
They both walk back into the room to see if Pound Cake was anywhere and they heard the same ominous giggle once, but it wasn't coming from Pumpkin Cake. They look around as the rubber squeaks that Pumpkin was making got lower in volume and started to give a creepy echo. (Y/N) and Pinkie finally found where the noise was coming from as they both look at each other before slowly looking up. (Y/N) and Pinkie were both shocked from what they see next as it was indeed Pound Cake on the ceiling, but the surprise was. . . he was able to fly. (Y/N) jaw-dropped from what he saw.
Pinkie Pie: *squeals* You can fly?!
Pound Cake simply giggles from that.
(Y/N): How did you learn that so fast?!
Pinkie goes over and tries to jump up in order to catch Pound Cake from the ceiling.
Pinkie Pie: Oh. . . get down here. . . this instant. . . young. . . colt!
(Y/N): I've got him.
(Y/N) flies up to grab Pound Cake and instantly brings him down to the ground where they were. They both look to see Pumpkin Cake has dropped her rubber chicken and was reaching for a butterfly toy that was way out of her reach. However, something extremely surprising happens as the little unicorn filly was able to glow her horn and make the butterfly levitate. (Y/N) drops Pound Cake and both him and Pinkie jaw drop flabbergasted that a month old unicorn is able to use magic.
The butterfly floats across the nursery toward Pumpkin's crib, accompanied by a duck, monkey, and turtle. She laughs gleefully and gets the butterfly's head in her mouth, earning a glare from Pinkie.
Pumpkin Cake: *giggles* Nom nom nom.
Pinkie Pie: No no no, Pumpkin.
Pinkie snatches the butterfly out of Pumpkin's mouth then switches to the monkey to suck on it as well.
Pumpkin Cake: Nom nom.
Pinkie Pie: No no.
Pinkie snatches the monkey out, but Pumpkin finally switches to the turtle.
Pumpkin Cake: Nom.
Pinkie Pie: No.
Pinkie then takes the toys to a toy chest to put them in and she slams the lid down and goes into a lightning-fast blur of activity that leaves the chest wrapped with several turns of heavy chain and secured by a padlock.
Pound Cake then passes Pinkie which gives her a worried look.
Pinkie Pie: (Y/N)!
(Y/N): Don't worry, I got 'em!
(Y/N) swiftly grabs Pound Cake before he is slowly lifted off of the ground by him.
(Y/N): . . .I think.
Pound Cake then proceeds to fly and drag (Y/N) out of the room with him screaming.
(Y/N): How can something so adorable be so terrible?!
(Y/N) then uses all of his strength to pull back on the tiny colt to get him back to where the room was and it surprisingly worked as luckily it was just wing strength. Back in the room, (Y/N) was about to put Pound Cake back in the crib before he sees that Pumpkin Cake was trying to reach out in to escape the crib. His shock returns as he then was able to see that Pumpkin Cake was able to levitate herself in order to fly.
(Y/N): How can you learn a spell like that without the proper knowledge?! I wasn't able to that until I was 5 years old!
In the process of (Y/N) being shocked, Pound Cake escapes his grasp and flies alongside his sister. Pinkie and (Y/N) both had frazzled manes at this point before (Y/N) shakes his head to regain his composure and then gets an extremely serious look.
(Y/N): I didn't want to have to do this, but it looks like I have no choice.
(Y/N) then stomps his hoof which makes both of the foals look at him. (Y/N) takes a deep breath before he lets out his royal Canterlot voice.
(Y/N): *booming voice* Pound Cake! Pumpkin Cake! Sit down on the floor THIS INSTANT!
When (Y/N) finishes from that, he was breathing heavily.
(Y/N): (That voice really takes a lot of energy out of me.)
Both of the foals look at each other and lower themselves to the ground with blank look on their faces instead of crying. (Y/N) then walks up and glares at both of the babies.
(Y/N): You young colt! And you young filly, should know that both me and your other babysitter Pinkie is responsible for you! You should listen to us, just like your parents understood?!
The foals give worried looks, but nod their heads vigorously.
(Y/N): I want both of you in your crib, now!
The twins followed (Y/N)'s orders as they both went into the crib and laid down.
(Y/N): *sighs* That takes care of everything, huh Pinkie? . . .Pinkie?
(Y/N) turns to Pinkie and was surprised by the expression that she currently had. Her pupils were dilated and tears were welling up until she couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry herself which confused (Y/N) as he walks over to her.
(Y/N): Pinkie. Why are you crying?
Pinkie Pie: I-I-It's because. . . I-I'm not. . . *sniff* a good. . . babysitter!
(Y/N) then has a sad look for Pinkie.
(Y/N): Now what makes you say that?
Pinkie Pie: You've. . . done. . . way *sniff* better of a job than I did! Mr. and Mrs. Cake were right not to choose me to babysit!
Pound and Pumpkin also see this as they both could also feel Pinkie's pain and they both went right beside (Y/N).
Pinkie Pie: You. . . seem. . . to handle. . . everything. . . without *sniff* my help!
The foals look at (Y/N) and he looks back at them as well. (Y/N) then thinks for a moment before he whispers something to both of the foals. Pound and Pumpkin smile at that and nodded as they instantly made a bag of flour appear.
(Y/N): Don't open it yet you two.
Pinkie was still bawling her eyes out, until she felt a pair of hooves wrap around her which revealed to be (Y/N) which surprised her. (Y/N) caressed Pinkie's mane and rubs her back to calm her down which was working slightly.
(Y/N): Pinkie. . . I think you're an excellent babysitter.
Pinkie Pie: *sniff* Huh?
(Y/N): You may not have been able to do everything on your own, but I believe that you actually did a good job at starting most of what needed to be done. I was just able to finish it. With the snacks, bath, and even now. You still did try your best and I believe you still would've found some way to be just like how I was.
Pinkie calm down a little more from this as she returned the hug to (Y/N) still crying only slightly. (Y/N) continues to rub Pinkie's back gently.
(Y/N): Shhh. There, there. Just let it all out.
Eventually, Pinkie stops crying and has a small smile on her face from (Y/N) calming her down.
(Y/N): There is still one thing that me and the foals want to show you Pinkie.
Pinkie Pie: What is it?
(Y/N) backs up to where the foals were as Pumpkin Cake was levitating a bag of flour and she opens it dumping the flour all over themselves with smiles. Pinkie wipes her eyes and giggles at the sight.
Pinkie Pie: Y'know, you're right. That is funny.
(Y/N): I have to agree. It's is kind of funny.
Eventually, it was late at night and both Pinkie and (Y/N) finally tucked the foals in bed and they both smiled at each other before going downstairs to clean the tiny mess all over Sugarcube Corner's kitchen. Pinkie thinks of a letter to write to Princess Celestia in the process.
Pinkie Pie: (Dear Princess Celestia, I've always had fun playing with little kids, and I thought babysitting meant just more playtime, right? Wrong! Being a caregiver is way more responsibility than just being a playmate. And today, I learned that sometimes our desire for responsibility can outrun our actual ability to handle it.)
Both of the Cakes eventually arrive back at Sugarcube Corner and they entered the bakery with slight worried looks.
Mr. Cake: (Y/N)! We're back!
Mrs. Cake: How did everything go?
Both of the Cakes then gasp in shock as they saw in front of them a nice, sparkling clean kitchen in front of them.
Mr. Cake: Are we in the right place?
Both of them then heard Pinkie and (Y/N) and the stairway softly shushing them and Pinkie gestures her head upstairs.
Inside, the four peek in to see both of the foals sleeping peacefully which gave the Cakes proud looks.
Mrs. Cake: (Y/N)! You are an excellent babysitter! We can't thank you enough!
(Y/N): Don't just thank me. Thank Pinkie as well. She helped just as much with the foals.
Both of the Cakes gasp at that.
Mrs. Cake: Pinkie?!
Pinkie nods from that.
Mrs. Cake: This is just. . . just. . .
Mr. Cake: Amazing is what it is. We had no idea how responsible you really are.
Both of the Cakes look at each other and nod before looking back at the two.
Mr. Cake: Would you two be interested in becoming our go-to babysitter on a permanent basis?
Both Pinkie and (Y/N) went wide-eyed before looking at each other. (Y/N) simply whistles softly non-subtly while Pinkie pulls out a notebook.
Pinkie Pie: Hm- Ah- lemme check my schedule! I should be available a week from. . . never!
Both of them then heard the foals sigh while sleeping as they look back and they both heard two words come from each of them.
Pound Cake: Pinkie. . .
Pumpkin Cake: Pie. . .
Pound Cake: (Y/N). . .
Pumpkin Cake: (L/N). . .
Hearing their own names from the foals perhaps the first words they have ever spoken touches a soft spot in both of them as they look at each other with tears nearly in their eyes from that, but they fight it back.
Pinkie Pie: Tuesday?
(Y/N): Yeah, we have some free time next Tuesday. I guess I'll head home now. I'm pretty exhausted.
(Y/N) walks out of Sugarcube Corner to go back home, but not before a certain pink party pony calls out to him.
Pinkie Pie: (Y/N)!
(Y/N) turns around to try and answer Pinkie, but before he could react Pinkie rushes up to (Y/N) and kisses him on the lips which surprises him and gives him a huge blush. Pinkie then breaks the kiss and giggles.
Pinkie Pie: That's for helping me out today, (Y/N)! See ya tomorrow!
Pinkie rushes back inside Sugarcube Corner while (Y/N) just rubs the back of his head slightly embarrassed from the sudden kiss.
(Y/N): (Well. . . I had no idea that Pinkie likes me THAT much.)
Chapter 8 End.