Pinky stared up at a huge cook-book on the counter. They were trying to make a pie for dessert. Music from the nutcracker played in the background. It was the only tape that Galaxy could find.

"E-gad, Fizzy! Are you sure you can make that pie. It looks complicated. Poit!" said Pinky, looking at the recipe that lay open on the counter.

"S-sure I can, Pinky!" Pause. "I think..." faltered Fizzy, scratching her horn, which emitted five bubbles. One floated down to Pinky, who looked at it.

"Oooh... Sparkly.. Wah ha ha!" he said, looking at his reflection in it's rounded, opal surface. "My nose is all big and round... whooo!"

Fizzy, who was busy trying to enchant a fork to beat the eggs and such, didn't hear him.

"Bushberries! W-where am I gonna get THOSE?" asked Fizzy, eyes wide. Galaxy grunted, busy looking for flour.

"Here it--Oof!"

Clouds of white floated through the air. The bag hung limply from her horn where it had been speared. If it hadn't also hung over her eyes, Galaxy would have seen Pinky flying by in a bubble. The nutcracker continued to play in the background. Galaxy struggled to pull the floor bag off her horn, without much success.

Suddenly, the fork Fizzy was magicking flew across the room and speared an odd looking fruit, which began to pour orange juice onto the floor."Oh no!" said Fizzy in despair. Galaxy stumbled over to the counter.

"Help?" she said. Fizzy grabbed the bag of flour and yanked. It stayed on, but a small rip was heard. She yanked harder, making the bag rip, and sending them flying in different direcions. Galaxy hit a shelf, dislodging a fake plant, and Fizzy hit the shelf of books.

"Yeaah!!" she yelped shrilly as cookbooks fell onto her. A particularily large one landed directly on her head, sending her sprawling on the flour- dusted floor.

Pinky flew by in his bubble.

"Wheeee!"

He bumped into the jar of eggs, turned green by Fizzy's efforts to beat it with magic, and sent it crashing to the floor. Green eggs flooded across the polished floor.

"It looks like an alien died." commented Galaxy, dislodging cloth leaves from her mane.

A knock came.

"Hello?" came Gusty's voice.

"Oh no," whispered Fizzy helplessly."She owns this section of the apartments!"

"She's your landlady?" asked Pinky.

Fizzy gulped and nodded.

"If you don't say anything in three seconds, I'm coming in." said Gusty. "One, Two, Three!"

The door opened and Gusty stood there openmouthed, staring, just as the nutcracker music finished, and the tape popped out onto the floor.

Pinky flew by in his bubble. Again.

"Wheee! Yahoo! Wuahahaha! Narf!"

It popped on Gusty's horn, and Pinky was lying on her nose as the unicorn's eyes popped out.

Tickle, who was behind Gusty, stared at the eggs on the floor. Her dainty and delicate English accent was evident as she spoke.

"Green ham, anyone?"