Over the next few days, Pinkie was always on high alert when relaxing or working in Sugar Cube Corner. She knew that the little menace who was Pumpkin Cake, would take any opportunity she got to quickly do her in; fast and easy. She wasn't planning to let that happen anytime soon; and since she feared that the Cakes would get more mad and furious than concerned if she continued to claim their daughter as a killer, she had no choice but to fend for herself. Luckily she always got a break whenever Pumpkin went to bed, or if she was taken out of the house. And lucky for Pinkie, she never attempt to try and kill her during the middle of the night; probably because she was too tired and sleepy; typical toddler behavior. But now, Pinkie's sense of security was about to weaken. Mr. and Mrs. Cake was about to leave Ponyville and head out to a banquet in Canterlot for 3 days; thus leaving Pinkie alone with Pumpkin… for 3 days!

"Is that everything we need, honey," said Mrs. Cake as she was hurrying her husband along.

"I think so, Cupcake. But you know we don't have to rush; we have more than enough time to go."

"Of course, but you can never be too careful."

Mr. Cake kind of turned away and whispered to himself, "I don't know about that."

"I heard that!"

"Oops!"

Pinkie suddenly rushed into the main room in a state of panic, "Are you two really going away for 3 days!?"

"Well of course we are, Pinkie," said Mrs. Cake in an awkwardly tone, "After all, Sapphire Shores is hosting that fashion show banquet tomorrow and we were deliberately asked to cater the food."

Pinkie looked around and wondered, "But where is the food anyway?"

"We sent them off ahead of time yesterday night;" said Mr. Cake, "remember?"

Pinkie smiled nervously, "Oh yeah… well, can't we all go with you?!"

Mrs. Cake just sighed, "Pinkie, you know we can't do that. Taking the twins with us will be too much weight on our shoulders. We need you to stay here and watch them while we're gone; and feel free to get any of your friends to help you if you need it; because it certainly sounds like you do… unless you want us to have some-pony else babysit them."

"W-what! Don't be ridiculous," said Pinkie hesitantly, "I can handle this! Ha, ha! I mean… I've handle them for over a year now, right? I got this! Nothing to worry about here, okie doki!?"

Mrs. Cake looked at her with concern, "O-okie… doki."

"Well, come on sweetums," called out Mr. Cake, "we must be going."

Mrs. Cake looked over at Pound and Pumpkin who were behind Pinkie, "Be good children for mommy and daddy while we're away, and play nice with Pinkie Pie, okay?"

Pumpkin smiled and waved at her parents. "Bye-bye!"

Pound however whined a little bit pointing at her sister repeatedly and then at Pinkie.

"Don't worry, Pound. They're going to be here to keep you company until we get back. Be good."

As their parents grabbed their bags and headed out the door, Pumpkin kind of glared at her brother without him noticing. She knew what he was trying to do, and she didn't like it.

After the Cakes walked out, Pinkie closed the door and slowly turned to Pumpkin, who was already smirking a bit at her.

"Alright, it's you, and me, alone for 3 days. But don't think I will drop my guard any less than I already have. This pink mare is going to survive until the very end; you got that… Pumpkin?!"

Over the past few days, Pumpkin never got a chance to take care of the pink mare with her small attempts because either Pinkie easily avoided her or her parent s show up before she can execute it. But now, they were going away for 3 whole days, plenty enough time to deliberately get rid of Pinkie. Sure, she could decide to take care of her later like tomorrow or something, but to Pumpkin the sooner she can get rid of her the better. It was time for her dream from the other night to become a reality.

Pound suddenly sensed what she was going to do, so he flew in front of her and tried to talk her out of it, "Nu-uh, nu-uh!"

"What's the matter pound," said Pinkie suspiciously, "Is your sister planning something!?"

Pumpkin looked at Pound, "No!" Her horn then glowed causing Pound to be floated over to a nearby basket and was placed under it. She then cast a spell that strengthened the basket so Pound could not lift it up and escape. "Uh-uh! Uh-uh," he yelled out.

"Pumpkin, what are you doing now," Pinkie said frustrated, "Let him go right now!"

Pumpkin soon turned her glare at Pinkie with her horn continuing to glow so brightly. Pinkie started to float upwards in the air, and then was suddenly slammed into a nearby wall. Pinkie yelped slightly from the impact.

"Pumpkin, no! What are you doing?"

Pound had started to yell and scream at the top of his lungs, hoping that some-pony would hear him; but he was soon cut off by Pumpkin as she made his mouth disappear. This was the perfect chance she had to kill the pony who weighed her down so much; she was not going to let any-pony ruin it for her, not even her own brother.

Pumpkin remembered her dream and how she kept Pinkie suspended without magic; so she took out two butcher knives from a nearby drawer and aligned them in front of Pinkie's fore-hooves.

"Oh no," Pinkie thought; for she knew what was coming next and knew she couldn't stop it. The knives soon plunged into her fore-hooves burring deep into her flesh and into the wooden wall she was up against. Pinkie cried out pain so loud that it could rival any foal's scream. Blood was running down Pinkie's coat from the two wounds newly made, and Pumpkin was watching it drip down like she was mesmerized by it.

"Well played," said Pinkie in a slightly weak tone, "You're pulling out all the stops on this attempt aren't you? But… you won't… win."

Pumpkin smiled with the upmost glee. It amused her so much seeing the pink pony in pain while spouting bold words; even though they seemed to be hopeless. Suddenly she heard a sound behind her. She turned around quick enough to see the tail of a reptilian creature exit out the flap of the door. 'It was probably that lazy gator, Gummy' she thought. 'Poor, pitiful thing must be scared and is running for his life instead of protecting his friend; Coward.'

"Pumpkin," said Pinkie suddenly, "Please, I don't know what I did to make you so upset at me that you try to kill me; but if you get me down and let me live, we can do anything you want to do. I promise, ok?"

Pumpkin gave a look like she wasn't fooled at all. 'She was probably bluffing. As soon as I set her free she would dash out the door and get help.' Her plan would probably be ruined, so she wasn't going to fall for it. She suddenly brought out two more butcher knives and gave Pinkie another amused grin.

Unfortunately for Pumpkin, her parents were heading back to their home, all because they forgot their train tickets.

"I knew it! I knew we were forgetting something," said Mrs. Cake being very coy, "And you said we had everything."

"Well, we don't always remember everything, Cupcake. Luckily for us we still have plenty of time before the train arrives."

Something suddenly came into Mrs. Cake's mind that got her curious, "You know, I was thinking, honey. The way Pinkie was acting earlier, she seemed to be a little on edge, like she was worried about something and she was trying to warn us. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be on edge for the past few days actually. I hope we're not ignoring anything that we might regret later."

Mr. Cake just smiled at his wife, "Tell you what, why don't we just ask her when we walk back in the house. We'll let her say whatever is on her mind. But then again if we do that, we really might miss the train."

Just then, they both looked ahead of them as they approached Sugar Cube Corner and saw Gummy walking in their direction at a fast but steady pace.

"Oh look its Gummy," said Mrs. Cake, "Hello Gummy, where do you think you're… going?" Gummy just kept on walking ahead without stopping or losing speed.

"Where do you suppose he's going in such a rush," asked Mr. Cake.

"I don't know? But after that other day with the shop being wrecked and all, I have a bad feeling all of a sudden."

When they were almost there, they heard a sudden loud scream coming from within the shop. Surprisingly no-pony- else heard it nor noticed it, but the Cakes certainly did.

"What the hay," said Mr. Cake slightly terrified, "was that…"

Mrs. Cake eyes widen, "Pinkie!"

Pinkie was not dead, far from it actually. However, being pinned against the wall with a butcher knife buried deep within all four of her hooves was not exactly a pleasant feeling. Blood continue to trickle down Pinkie's front and sides, and Pumpkin Cake continued to watch in awe. Pound tried everything in his power to get out of the prison his sister gave him, but it was still no use. He could do nothing but watch as Pumpkin began a giddy giggle as she raised another knife in an attempt to give Pinkie the same dissection treatment from her dream a few nights ago. Pinkie closed her eyes and braced for the incoming pain. However, it was interrupted by the slamming sound of the entrance door.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake rushed in expecting to see another mess within their shop, but what they saw instead made them freeze in their tracks. Their son trapped under a basket, and Pinkie pinned to a wall by butcher knives. But what frighten them most was not the sight of blood all over Pinkie and the floor under her, but it was the sight of their daughter in front of Pinkie holding another knife right in front of her chest.

"P-Pumpkin," said Mrs. Cake in a quiet yet terrorized voice.

Pumpkin turned around to see her parents looking at her in pure shock. 'Why were they back already' she was wondering. 'Didn't they say that they were going to go away for a little while?' But then she remembered her dream. She remembered her parents standing behind her feeling happy for her, cheering her on to kill the pink pony. So she just smiled and raised her arms up expecting one of them to hug her and hold her. "Mommy, Daddy!" She said it in the cutest little voice she could do. But what she expected was all a lie.

The Cakes quickly ran past their daughter to Pinkie who was totally relieved to see them. They pulled the knives out of her hooves; yelping each time they pulled one out. Pinkie had a completely huge gash all the way through all four of her hooves, and some body tissue and bone were showing a little as well.

"Oh my Celestia," shouted Mrs. Cake, "Are you alright!?"

Pinkie didn't answer verbally; rather she just chuckled weakly and nodded her head. Mrs. Cake handed her to her husband, "Quick, take her to the family room and lay her on the couch, and I don't care if she gets blood on it; I'll get the medical equipment in a minute." He understood and did what his wife told him.

Mrs. Cake went by her daughter again to get Pound from under the basket. She got even more upset when she noticed Pound's lack of a mouth.

"Pound, where is your mouth!" She then turned to her daughter who was already looking at her all confused about what just happened.

"Pumpkin?!" she said in an irritated voice, "You put your brother's mouth back, now!"

Pumpkin felt like crying. Why was her mother yelling at her? She thought she was doing a good thing. She lowered her head and then her horn glowed. Pound's mouth magically appeared back on his face; then he started to cry uncontrollably and then quieted down as he held close to his mother.

Mrs. Cake scowled at Pumpkin, causing Pumpkin to coward down: and some tears appeared in her eyes.

"Don't you dare try that innocent crying act little lady! You can't hide anything anymore! I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but it's no excuse to try and kill some-pony! And all this time we thought Pinkie had literally lost her gumdrops!"

Mrs. Cake then picked up Pumpkin from her underside and gave her a few of spanks against her flank; causing her to cry out some. Then she started to carry the twins up to their room while Pumpkin continued to cry. This is actually the first time Pumpkin has ever been spanked, and it wasn't fun; for the filly or the mother. She laid them down in a newly made wide crib that Applejack and Big Macintosh had built for their children; free of charge of course. They did it out of a generous gesture. Pound whined a little as he was put down and eventually laid down trying to go to sleep. Pumpkin, she was just sitting there while staring at her mother with tears still flowing. Mrs. Cake shook her head in disappointment.

"We do not kill other ponies, understand Pumpkin? You've done something terribly bad! When your daddy and I are finished taking care of things downstairs, we are going to have a long talk!"

With that, she left the room; suddenly spouting her own tears. Pumpkin couldn't believe what just happened. Instead of getting cheered on, comforted, or even rewarded; she was yelled at, spanked, and Punished. She felt that she was all alone on this case. She turned towards her brother who was now sound asleep, and smiling. Pumpkin wasn't smiling, in fact she was furious! Her eyes filled with pain and hurt. She wanted to get rid of Pinkie, and her family was not with her at all. She still really loved them very much, but she wasn't about to give up… not by a long shot.