"Lemon? Where. Are. You. At."
"Uh, minor setback getting to your party on time?" Lemon Meringue sat huddled in the closet as the mini-helicopter whirred by.
"… Kay, Lemon." Strawberry Shortcake pinched the bridge of her nose. "How did this get screwed up."
"So I swore I'd get to your party on time. I swore it! But then I just wanted to put the finishing touch on my latest invention - "
"What invention," Orange Blossom asked, confused and amused.
Lemon went silent. "Don't worry about it," she finally said.
"… It's a vibrator."
"Raspberry!"
Raspberry Torte chortled. "Fortunately for me, I don't have to invent a kinky flying machine to keep Huckleberry Pie around."
"If that's the truth, then why is he with me and not with you?"
"Will you two stop it?!" Strawberry cut them off. They'd been fighting over that hollow-brained pie-faced Fuckleberry since the inception of Berry Bitty City. He had absolutely nothing in his head, but that didn't stop Lemon Meringue and Raspberry Torte from trading rhubarbs over who he wanted to be with.
"I didn't have two boyfriends," Lemon said.
"I didn't have two abortions," Raspberry re-torte-d.
"Whoaaa, okay!" Blossom sounded the friendship siren. "Girl-on-girl crime over here."
"Shut up, Blossom," Lemon snapped.
"… What'd I do!"
"Strawberry," Lemon began, "I'm not coming to any more of your parties if that stank-vaginaed Raspberry is anywhere near my circumference. Humph!" And with that she blew raspberries - fruit pun! - and ended the call.
Strawberry flipped the phone down, annoyed. She and Blossom glowered at Raspberry Torte.
"So!" She clapped her hands, happily. "Who's hungry?"