"Hey Cream! I'm going to eat the whole chocolate cake!" Vanilla teases, without having made any cake.
Useless. Not even blackmail is enough to make the girl appear.
"Where could this bunny have been hiding? I've already searched the entire house."
It's a beautiful morning like any other, and Vanilla doesn't find her daughter anywhere.
"Unless... It could only have been hiding there: in the hangar!"
That's where she's headed.

Vanilla The Punk Rabbit, with her spiky pink hair, has been taking ever bolder moves since she radicalized and stopped being the matriarch we know.
Now she's vacated the hangar next to her house, and for some time now, she's spent several hours in it a day, doing things she wasn't used to doing before.
Her 6-year-old daughter Cream The Rabbit wanted to be in there too, participating in it all, but her mother never lets her. That's private property. And not a place for kids.

For today, Vanilla is convinced that her darling daughter, so respectful and obedient, is also changing and has decided to disobey her.

Now she's going to take the test.

Upon entering the huge hangar, now full of equipments, but still relatively empty, Vanilla calls her daughter again and again:

"Cream!"

"Cotton Candy!"

"Milk Sweet!"

"Funny Bunny!"

"Miss Chao!"

"Beautiful Tail!"

"Cute Tummy!"

"Furry!"

"Eared!"

"Pickled Carrot!"

Nothing.

"If she's here, she's either sleeping or listening to iPod. She hates that last nickname."

Until...
"Cream! Oh My God!"
There is her daughter, lying on the floor of hangar.
In front of the treadmill.
Vanilla runs to her little girl.
"Cream! Love of my life! Are you okay?! Tell Mom something!"
"Huh? Mommy?" Cream wakes up suddenly, looking a bit scared at her mother.

"My daughter! My little baby!" Vanilla kisses her daughter's lips. "SMAC! Didn't you get hurt?"
"I don't."
"But you were lying here, near the treadmill. Let me see: you were running on treadmill, then you fell backwards and hit your head?"
"No, Mom. I didn't even use the treadmill," Cream explains. "I just fell asleep."
"Fall asleep?" Vanilla starts to get angry. "Can you explain to me what all this means anyway?!"

Cream is not intimidated by her mother.
She starts walking around the hangar and tells everything:
"Okay, the point is: you never let me in here. So I programmed my smartphone to sound the alarm at 5 am. I woke up at 5, and while you were sleeping, I tiptoed out of the house and entered here, in the hangar. I took off my nightgown and started using some equipments. But soon I couldn't stand it and I fell asleep."
"And how did you get in if I always lock the door?"
"I entered through the skylight. Or do you think my ears are ornament?"

Vanilla frowns!
"And why did you enter here without my permission?"
"Because I always ask and you never let me in!" Cream screams. "And why do you do that? Because you think I'm a helpless rabbit who can't handle anything! But I will prove otherwise!"
Cream picks up two mini-dumbbells from the floor...
... and she starts exercising her ears!
"One two, one two, one two, one two... See, Vanilla? I CAN!" And Cream blows raspberry at her mother. "PFFFTT!"

Vanilla, internally, is very angry!
Not so much for the raspberry, but for the daughter who had disobeyed her and left her worried for so long, with no idea what had happened to her.
But Vanilla smiles cynically despite her angry face.
"So you like gyms a lot, don't you? Maybe you can help me. Come here, Raspberry of Mommy!" She grabs her daughter by the skin of her back!
"Vanilla! What are you doing?!" Cream is amazed.

Vanilla walks to a rope tied at the top.
"I rented several machines to exercise and get in shape. Do you know the only thing missing from this gym? A punch bag."
Unceremoniously, Vanilla ties Cream to the rope, leaving her daughter suspended in midair.
"Hey Vanilla! Are you crazy?!"
The mother caresses her daughter's belly. The bunny likes it a lot when the matriarch does this to her (and she usually reciprocates the gesture). But not so much now.
"With this fluffy belly, you can make a great bag!"
Vanilla wears MMA gloves.
"Time to test!"

Vanilla is about to throw the first punch...
"ENOUGH MOM, ENOUGH! FORGIVE ME! YOU ARE THE BEST MOTHER IN THE WORLD AND I'M AN IDIOT BUNNY!"
"Repeat that last part."
"I'm an idiot!"
"Again!"
"I'm-an-idiot!"
"Once again I didn't hear right."
"I'M AN IDIOT!" Cream screams at the top of her lungs.

Vanilla walks backwards and lands on her back on the ground!
BONC!
"Mommy?!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Vanilla laughs at ease. "This was good! very good!"
"Ah, Vanilla…" Cream sighs.
Vanilla runs to her daughter to hug and kiss her.
"My darling idiot! SMAC! SMAC! SMAC! SMAC! SMAC! SMAC! SMAC!"
"And then? Will you untie me?"
"Not yet, idiot. First let's get a few things straight. You can use my gym. But always in my company. And I decide what you're going to use. Right?"
"Right..."
"Excellent!" Vanilla spreads a mat on the floor and unties her daughter, making her fall down onto the fluffy one.
PLOFT!

"UH!"
"Now let's go back home and have Breakfast, because without nutrients, there is no gym that will solve it..."
"Exactly!" Cream agrees, smiling.

Already dressed in black knit gym clothes (and shin guards on their feet), mother and daughter put their bodies in shape.
"No dumbbells in the ears," warns Vanilla. "Let's get serious now."
"OK, you command," Cream relents, holding the mini-dumbbells in her hands.
"There are several ways to do it." Vanilla demonstrates: "Throw your arms forward."

"Now to the top."

"Now act like you're hugging someone. You opens and closes the hug. Open and close, open and close..."
"Pretty easy for me," jokes the bunny. "I'm an expert in hugs."

"Now only the left arm. Good. And then the right arm."

"Ready. Then I teach other ways. It's good for strengthening your arms. And speed up metabolism."

The two lie down on their mats.
"Now it's abdominal. Strengthen the belly." Vanilla teaches: "Put your hands behind your head."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now get up like that. Then you lies down. No need to take your back off the ground. Stand up. Lay down. Stand up. Lay down."
"OK." And Cream do everything wrong.
"Cream! I told you not to take your back off the floor when you get up!"
"You said I didn't need. You didn't say it was forbidden."
"Grrr... So now I say: You should not do this!"
"Okay, boss." And Cream does it right.

"OK, now a different way." Vanilla takes her hands off her head. "Bring your arms to your body. Now start lifting your head and feet. So, see? So, see?"
"SeeSeeSeeSeeSeeSee!" Cream imitates her mother, but stays in sync with her mother. Or almost.
"The legs have to be close together, as if they were glued. Just like that."
"Is the goal for me to do it until I put my foot on my shoulder?" Cream asks. "How do contortionists do?"
"Uh, not exactly. But it can be a good motivator."
"Beauty!"

Exercise Bike.
"The ideal was for you to sit on the bench and pedal with your feet. But you're too small to reach the handlebars."
"Okay, I sit on the floor and pedal with my hands." Suggests Cream.
"You took the words out of my mouth."
Cream starts pedaling.

Vanilla points:
"Actually, there's another pedal up here, right below the handlebars. That way, people who are big, like me, can exercise their arms and legs at same time."
"But I can do something else." Cream stops, gets up, flaps her ears and starts to fly.
Under her mother's curious gaze, the bunny flies up to the top pedal and keeps pedaling with her hands. But now suspended in the air.
Vanilla nods, impressed.

Treadmill.
"Let's not leave it too fast." Vanilla pushes the buttons. "Ready. I think it's good. May come."
Cream starts running, or rather, trotting on treadmill.
"It's too slow," complains the bunny. "I can run much longer than that."
"One step at a time, brat," Vanilla warns, as she walks away to exercise on another equipment. "And if you try to speed up, you'll deal with me."
"Heavens. Lucky is Mr. Sonic: he doesn't need a treadmill."
"Did he never use it? I wouldn't be so sure." Vanilla speculates.

"Yay! Trampoline!" Cream runs to jump. "Turn on the sound, DJ!"

"But Cream…" Vanilla tries to put some order, but she thinks a little better and… "Bah! Whatever!"
Vanilla skips aerobics lessons and also randomly jumps on her own trampoline to disco house music!

After a few minutes of bouncy dancing, Cream takes a daring flight:
"Take this, Vanilla!" And she jumps on her mother!
"AH!" Vanilla screams in fright, having her belly hit by Cream's feet!
BONC!

Vanilla falls lying on the trampoline.
Cream gets to her feet and follows the disco house rhythm, jumping over her mother.
And kicking her lightly.

When the song finally ends, Cream kneels beside her mother, still stretched out.
"How you feels?"
"Kinda kicked," Vanilla replies, with a mix of annoyance and mockery. "And my stomach hurting."
"Oh, poor thing." Cream puts the finger in her mother's bellybutton and kisses her belly, caressing it afterwards. "SMAC! With love it passes, with love it passes."

Vanilla comments:
"Yeah, daughter, for a start, you're already doing well. But that's it for today."
While Vanilla, all sweaty, gets up from the trampoline and takes off her black shirt, Cream protests:
"But Mom, we haven't even gotten to the best part of the exercises."
"What you mean?"
"The MMA punches."

Vanilla is intrigued!
And she makes an evil expression!

"Nnot a bad idea. After being almost fulminated by the belly, I really want to smash someone... "
Cream starts walking backwards.
"Hey, wait, Mom. I did not do it on purpose. Just kidding."
"Come here, eared!"
"HELP!"

The two leave the hangar and run down Green Hill Zone, amidst laughter.

THE END!