Pinkie started to trot over towards the Cake's family room, only to see a shocking sight.
"Oh, my, gosh," she gasped.
According to her amazement, Pumpkin and Pound were curled up on the room's huge cotton rug, asleep! She was amazed that she didn't have to do anything.
"Aw how cute! They're both already asleep; they look so adorable sleeping on that clean comfortable rug together." She carefully and quietly backed out of the room so she would not accidentally wake them out of their slumber; after all, she didn't want to deal with a couple of cranky babies.
"Alright Pinkie," she said to herself, "the twins are asleep, but that doesn't mean you don't have work to do. It's time to do some tidying up in here!" After grabbing a strawberry cupcake, she started to head upstairs to prepare for a Pinkie-style clean up.
Back in the family room, something in Pumpkin's mind was telling her to wake up as she slowly opened her eyes and held her head up. She started looking around the room only to realize that she didn't see or hear any-pony anywhere; except her twin brother, Pound, who was still asleep beside her, snoring. With curiosity getting the better of her, she suddenly got up and started walking towards the front counter area. She continued to look around; still no pony around. She then thought to look behind the front counter, that's where mommy and daddy usually are. So she took a peak there; however, still nothing. 'Where the hay was every-pony' she's was thinking to herself. After all, mommy and daddy… or that pink mare annoyance wouldn't just leave her and her brother here all alone… would they?
While pondering over this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something at the corner of her eye; something that was shining a bright gleam. She turned around and looked up at the back counter, to see what looked like some shiny metal object with a wooden handle. The young toddler smiled and was mesmerized by its bright shine. She tried to reach for it, but to no surprise she couldn't reach it. So she resorted to using her magic to bring it down as always. Once in front of her, she observed it long enough to finally recognize the object. It looked like one of those pointy toys mommy and daddy uses to make short or long lines in food so they could be divided for every-pony to enjoy. She continued to use her magic to hold sharp object and lightly scraped it along the floor, making a long, shallow cut into it. She held it up again to admire it. Suddenly, just for a few seconds while looking it, the toddler filly had a slightly faint grin on her face while a certain thought went through her mind; a dark, menacing thought; one that gave her an idea for a perfect use for this object. But it quickly went away as she cooed at it. She was just happy that she found a new toy to play with.
Meanwhile… Pinkie was upstairs just finishing tidying up her room. She wiped off some sweat and sighed.
"Whew, all done here! It sure looks a lot cleaner, wouldn't you say Gummy?"
Her pet alligator just looked up at her with a blank stare while wiggling his tail a couple of times.
"Yeah, I know, right; totally an improvement! Too bad we ponies can't have two cutiemarks, my 2nd one would totally be a duster with a mop to stand for a talent of cleaning; or would it be some baby stuff for a talent of being good with babies?"
Right at that moment, Pinkie suddenly heard the sound of a young foal giggling coming from downstairs. Pinkie arched her eyebrow and lifted up her ear.
"Speaking of which; it sounds like one of the little cuties is already awake!" She then looked down at her pet alligator with a smile, "Please excuse me, Gummy; I'll be right back! Good ol' Pinkie Pie has some playing with babies to do!"
She trotted down the stairs as quietly as she could so whoever was up wouldn't spot her right away. Once at the bottom of the stairs, she slowly stuck her head out the doorway and looked around only to find Pumpkin Cake sitting between the front and rear counter digging something into one of the cabinet doors with a small steak knife.
Pinkie just shook her head in disappointment, "Oh, Pumpkin. At it again I see. Oh well; time to take care of this, again. I must stand my ground." She slowly walked up behind Pumpkin with determination and spoke up in a singing-like voice, "Oh Pumpkin?"
Pumpkin suddenly ceased what she was doing upon hearing the pink mare's voice. She knew what was coming next. Just the thought of it made her ear twitch and her eyes got much narrowed. She was even gritting whatever little teeth she had; everything she had planned and thought up of was all coming back to her. The blood-chilling intentions were starting to build up as she just sat there with her back toward the earth pony.
"Hey, Pumpkin, I'd hate it really much if I had to punish you again; so please put the knife down before you hurt yourself."
The pink mare tried to sound as sweet and kind as she could so the filly would obey right away for once. Unfortunately it failed as Pumpkin ignored her and continue on her carving picture; only this time she was lightly stabbing little holes into it.
"Um… Pumpkin, didn't you hear me? You could get into trouble messing up the cabinet door like that. Please, just put it down, ok?"
Pumpkin tried her hardest to pay no attention and ignore the aggravation behind her. Pinkie Pie kept trying to get Pumpkin's attention hoping that she would listen; but the more Pinkie kept yapping at her and trying to make her listen to her rules, the less patience and sanity she loss. She started poking at her carving even harder as she was on the verge of losing it.
Pinkie was becoming a bit impatient herself, "Pumpkin? Pumpkin, are you even listening to me?! Pumpkin!" That was it for her right there. She felt like Pumpkin was mocking her on purpose by not listening at all. Toddler or not, it was no more Mrs. Nice mare for Pinkie; she exploded.
"Alright, that is it young filly! I tried being reasonable with you all these times, but enough is enough! Now put that knife down right now before I have to…
Suddenly, Pinkie's loud rant came to a halt and her eyes widen in slight fear as she suddenly found the weapon wrapped around in the little foal's magic was pointing straight at her between the eyes. The frighten mare looked down at the young filly without moving her head. The face she saw made her feel more fear; the filly's eyes looked very dark, like there was some ominous precence coming from her stare. Plus, it showed something of a murderous intent. Sweat started to slide down her pink coat as she was trying to pretend that Pumpkin had no idea what she was doing; she was just a toddler after all.
"Umm… P-P-Pumpkin? Sweetie," her voice was shaking a bit, "This is kind of what I was talking about. You have that knife a little too close to my face. Could you... m-maybe back it off just a little bit, pl-please?"
The pink mare then heard the young toddler answer her in a way she never thought she would.
"Nnnnnn… no."
What did she just say? Did her ears deceive her? Pumpkin told her no; and in such a menacing tone at that. What was going on? Was she literally intending to harm her… or worse?! Why was someone like her be doing this?!"
"Pumpkin, what's going on? This isn't funny anymore; you're scaring me. Please! Just put that down… now!"
Suddenly the knife went up in the air and came back down with a quick swing across Pinkie's face. Pinkie slowly raised one of her hooves to her right cheek only to find a thin stream of blood running down the side. Tears came from her eyes out of shock and fright. "Pumpkin… did, you just…"
Pumpkin suddenly stared at Pinkie with a dark mischievous grin while sporting a little giggle in the process. Then a drawer opened and 5 more types of knives came out and came hurtling at Pinkie. Pinkie panicked and let out a huge blood-curdling scream. Surprisingly though, this all went on while Pound was still fast asleep.
"Well that wasn't so bad," said Mrs. Cake as they were coming back to the shop from their delivery run.
"Well it definitely went better than yesterday," said Mr. Cake, "I thought that crash-in with those Cutie-mark Crusaders was almost a disaster. Good thing they helped us clean up."
"Let's spend some time with the twins after we rest a bit, ok dear," asked Mrs. Cake.
"Sounds like a good idea, Cupcake."
When they opened the door to the shop there was quite a spectacle in front of them. There were knives and other sharp utensils everywhere, little drops of blood on the floor here and there, some parts of the main room in a mess, and right there in front of them awaiting them with open arms and innocent giggles, was Pumpkin Cake.
They both gasped in horror and Mrs. Cake quickly picked up Pumpkin, "Oh dear Celestia! What happened?! Did someone attack this place? We were only gone for 40 minutes! Where's Pinkie Pie?!"
They suddenly heard a nearby, quivering voice, "It's that you Mr. & Mrs. Cake?" It was Pinkie Pie who called out. She came out of the basement compartment covered in light bruises and tiny cuts all over her.
"Oh my, are you all right, Pinkie," Mrs. Cake said coming to her aid.
"I'm okay, I was just…" She then looked beside her and saw her assaulter being held in her mother's arms.
"Hi!"
Pinkie panicked and drove herself away, "AAAhhh! Keep her away from me!"
"Pinkie, what's gotten into you," said Mr. Cake, "Did something go wrong?"
"You bet your hooves something's gone wrong!" Pinkie glared at Pumpkin who was idly chewing some of her mother's hair, "That daughter of yours; she did this to me, and she all of this! She… she tried to Kill me!"
"Pinkie have you gone delusional," said Mrs. Cake while holding Pumpkin more securely in her arms. "Why on earth would you accuse Pumpkin for such an act; for all of this?"
"I don't know! My pinkie sense didn't even warn me of this in any way. But I'm telling you, she's after me! She was using her magic to make all of those knives fly at me. I had to dodge to the left, then the right, then horizontal, and vertical, then I zigzagged and spiraled all around. Just look at me! She has a bone to pick with me."
Pumpkin looked at her and smiled, "Piiinkie!"
"Don't you dare act all innocent on me, little filly," shouted the pink mare as she zipped up in front of the filly's face, "You ain't fooling no pony! I'm watching you. Watching you like a hawk!"
"Pinkie, stop it," said Mrs. Cake while steping away with her child, "We can take your crazy antics mostly, but you're going too far this time! I mean, blaming harmless, innocent, adorable little Pumpkin for attempting to kill you, really?"
"What?! Listen, Mrs. Cake. It may be hard for you and your husband to grasp it, but your harmless, innocent, adoooorable little daughter was just trying to take me out! Why do you think I would lie to you about this sort of thing!?"
Pinkie was almost out of breath trying to explain the whole situation. Unfortunately, the Cakes just couldn't bring themselves to believing in the pink mare's story. They figured maybe she was attacked by a robber; or maybe it was some other kind of dangerous mishap, and the experience kind of threw her brain for a loop and was hallucinating badly.
Mr. Cake then said, "Pinkie, I think you've worked too hard. Whatever happened here must have taken a huge toll on you. I think you should go to your room and rest; and clean yourself up as well. We'll clean up around here."
"But you don't understand! I…"
"Please, Pinkie; just do it."
Pinkie then just sighed and started to head upstairs with her head sulking. She quickly turned around only to see Pumpkin grinning at her, noting that her parents will never suspect a thing. Pinkie growled and made a gesture with her hoof telling Pumpkin that she was watching her.
Suddenly, they heard Pound Cake started crying from the family room.
Mrs. Cake got flustered again, "Oh dear, I almost forgot about Pound!" She then put Pumpkin beside her husband's side, "Stay right here with daddy, Pumpkin; I have to check on your brother. I'll be right back. I sure hope he's alright." She then rushed to the family room to accompany Pound.
"Well, you probably won't be able to tell me what happened here today," said Mr. Cake to his filly daughter, "but we're going to get to the bottom of this. You don't have to worry anymore, ok Pumpkin?"
"Da-dda," she babbled out.
"That's right; I'm your da-da."
Pumpkin then displayed a cute little raspberry sound as she walked away.
Playing with Pinkie was fun, and she didn't get in trouble for it; mainly for how young, and adorably cute she was. So as she continues to figure out a way to get rid of Pinkie she wonders while smiling sinisterly… 'What else could I get away with?'