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Thanks again to DrWhoLover815! A/N

If Bullseye had any hands to do so, he would've slapped his hand against his forehead in a half-hearted dismay.

And he had once thought that he was the one who made situations severely more difficult than they had to be.

"Ugh." Jessie murmured as she lifted her foot from the cracked eggs contents, the yolk dripping slowly off her foot in a single trail. "What is this stuff Bullseye?" She asked solemnly as she continued to gape at the contents in a sense of disgust as she grimaced.

However, Bullseye had been unable to roll his eyes at this sight. The Cowgirl seemed very much like a three-year-old girl who was curiously testing a new brand of coffee flavoured ice-cream and had absolutely no idea why it tasted so appalling in the slightest. So, to relieve her from her overwhelming confusion, he answered.

"It's the egg yolk?" Jessie asked, wondering why the term sounded so familiar. Had she heard it before, or was she actually just having that sensation that she had felt a sensation before she obviously hadn't, like when you have a dream you wonder why it seemed so familiar, when it was obvious that you'd had dreamt nothing of the sort in your entire life. "I thought they were runnier than this? This just looks like spit." She commented as she kicked some of the gooey mixture off her shoe and back onto the powdery coffee grains (of which she still considered to be cocoa, but was really nothing of the sort).

At Jessie's last comment, Bullseye took a hesitant step back from the plastic maxing bowl, of which was almost transparent, allowing him to see the outline of brown against grey behind the plastic, and was roughly the same height as he was; which was, to say the least, ultimately quite unnerving in his situation.

Okay...now his appeal for the cake had been wiped away completely...

After steeping onto a patch of the grains that hadn't been covered in the egg shell and egg yolk, Jessie turned her attention back towards the horse.

They weren't going to make much of the mixture (mainly because of the fact that both Jessie and Bullseye had been cautious over proceeding in this: They had to both make sure that the disappearance of some of the ingredients wouldn't be noticeable and, ultimately, they had to make sure that a certain Space Ranger didn't catch them in the act, even though they could easily make up some excuse {AKA a lie} of which would allow them to slip away from the heat of the moment as easily as a shadow would abruptly disappear in a pitch dark alleyway) anyway. However, they were very glad, and certainly fortunate to mention, that Bonnie and her parents had gone to the south of the country for a weeks visit. Disney Land was it maybe...? Jessie couldn't really remember.

But this did mean that, if the loss of ingredients had just so happened to be noticable to someone, the Anderson's would less likely be suspicious if they were unable to even remember what they had had in.

"Okay." Jessie began to murmur as she stared down at the mixture below her feet - leaving now would be absolutely pointless - trying to rack her mind through everything that they could possibly do with it.

Bullseye answered.

If Jessie had felt like doing so during that moment of time, then she would've mentally slapped herself right across her metaphorical face until her cheeks turned red; and boy was this hard for a toy!

Of course you had to freakin' stir the contents of the mixture in with each other. Gosh, how much of a bimbo could she get?

Quickly glancing down at the mixture and then turning her body around to glance at the ground below the bowl, she soon realized that stirring it from out there was an impossibility.

"Got a spoon?"

"Sweet Mother of Abraham Lincoln." Jessie murmured as she held the spoon up so she could gape at the curved hilt face to face. God did the mixture look like sick. And not only did it look like someone had upchucked (not to mention the fact that it smelled revolting), but it seemed nothing more than completely vile. "It's stuck to the inside of the spoon."

Bullseye couldn't help but neigh his sly remark.

"Well you should've told me that we needed a wooden spoon for this earlier then, instead of a darn piece of cutlery.

Bullseye neighed his protest; something he had been doing quite often actually...

"Well if you told me not to, then why did you give me the spoon in the first place?"

However, even though Jessie was quite annoyed that she wasn't really getting far with the cake at all, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at what Bullseye claimed next. Which, of course, was a simple: 'I forgot.'

Looking down at the gooey mixture, Jessie grimaced at the sight of her own boots. They almost looked like they had stood in what a cow generously left behind.

However, this wasn't exactly what Jessie had been thinking at that moment.

"Ugh...it looks like I've stood in some horse leavings.

Bullseye couldn't keep himself from neighing in pure shock.

'What' did she say?

A/N Yeah...so it turns out that whenever Jessie and Bullseye try to make a cake...they end up failing horribly :)

Thanks again to DrWhoLover815 for the suggestion!

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