Minion P.O.V.
Mr. L opened his eyes and sat up. He was lying on a wonderfully soft bed, in a room decorated with paintings of mouth-watering cakes. Mr. L looked to his left and saw a wall. He looked to his right and saw a large mound underneath the blanket, rising up and down slowly. The room was so... unfamiliar.
Mr. L got out of bed and slipped his socks and shoes on. They had been left out for him by the staircase. Frowning curiously, Mr. L was about to go down them when he heard a voice he had only ever heard on the television.
"Oh, it was nothing, dear! No trouble at all!"
Mr. L froze. He listened hard and, with a jolt, heard another familiar voice, but this time it came from real life. "Thanks a ton, Mr. and Mrs. Cake! These cupcakes're delicious! Golly, even Nastasia can't bake this good!"
Mr. L took the steps six at a time. He landed cat-like on the last step and peered into the room in front of him. There was Nastasia, sitting at a counter with Mimi and Dimentio. Mimi was looking ecstatic as she shoved another cupcake into her mouth. Next to her, Pinkie Pie did the same.
Wait... Pinkie Pie?
Mr. L cleared his throat to announce his presence.
Dimentio turned first and his face split into a grin. Mr. L's eyes narrowed dangerously behind his mask. He remembered only too well how Dimentio had sucked him into the Capture Box. Dimentio himself had been released only a few weeks ago, but the memory of the foggy interior of the Box still gave Mr. L shivers down his spine. Bolt and Xena had returned to living in Misery Forest, protecting the Box and so on.
"So you're Mr. L?" said Twilight, who was at the counter too. She was accompanied by Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, the latter looking suspiciously at Mr. L. When he caught her gaze, he smirked and, when no-one was looking, stuck his tounge out at her and mouthed, "dumbo".
Naturally, Rainbow couldn't take an insult lying down. She flew right into Mr. L's face and yelled, "Whaddid ya call me, chump?"
Applejack grabbed her tail and angrily pulled her back. Once she had spat out the rainbow-coloured hair, she said crossly, "Dash! He's a guest, so treat 'im with respect, ah-kay?"
Rainbow murmured something.
Mr. L turned to Twilight and nodded. "I'm Mr. L, A.K.A. The Green Thunder!" he said proudly.
"Have you tasted these cupcakes, L?" said Mimi, her voice barely heard under all the cupcake in her mouth.
"I'd like to know why we're here, first," replied Mr. L, glancing over in Nastasia's direction, hopeful that she would have at least the faintest idea.
Nastasia explained all about the scene at Sweet Apple Acres. "So then Applejack ran for help, Mr. and Mrs. Cake brought us here and, well, here we are!" finished Nastasia, reaching for the last cupcake. Dimentio, however, levitated it up into the air and into his mouth, smirking at the annoyed Nastasia.
"I've never met anybody else who could do magic like me," said Twilight brightly. "Dimentio's a magic genius! He's taught me how to create magical barriers, and next he's going to show me how to create magic blasts.
"And I'm going to show Mimi my boutique, and how you make dresses!" added Rarity. "She's just an absolute darling, and she knows quite a lot about dress-making!"
Mimi, who was having a hard time swallowing, nodded enthusiastically.
"And once that O'Chunks fella wakes up, I'm gonna be showin' him 'round Sweet Apple Acres, and how ya apple-buck!" added Applejack. "Accordin' to ya friends, he'd really like ta meet me!"
"Why don't you show Mr. L around Cloudsdale, Rainbow?" suggested Rarity.
"No way!" exclaimed Rainbow indignantly. "I betcha that weirdo can't even walk on clouds!"
"Don't worry," Twilight assured her. "I'll just use that cloud-walking spell I used before at the Best Young Flyer competition, remember?"
Rainbow grumbled something.