Ella and Sammy were going out for a trip to a museum for utensils. Ella suggested it as she thought it made sense, given her job. They strutted past cake knives, trotted around large bowl sculptures, and ogled the different glasses of all varieties. Before coming to a large whisk. "Oh, Sammy, look! It's just like the one at Smoothie Clean! Although I suppose it's a tad bit bigger…"

We then see that "tad" was an understatement.

"You wanna try pulling it?" Sammy asked.

"Why yes I would!" Ella chirped. And pranced toward the enlarged cooking tool.

Ella grunted and struggled with the whisk, before Sammy realized something. "Um, are you… actually pulling? It looks like you're just wiggling it."

The princess giggled bashfully and properly pulled it out not long after. "Oh, Sammy, I did it! I pulled out the whisk!" She triumphantly held it in the air, causing it to get a golden, glowing aura around it.

Before any more celebration could happen, some lightning strikes were heard indoors. She gasped, brought her hands to her face, and dropped the whisk.

"Yes, yes, at last!" A masculine, deep voice came as a blinding cloud coated the couple. "The chosen one has finally come! Now, where is he?"

"Why, hello there, sir." Ella greeted warmly. "It seems like I was able to move the whisk. And, ah, I'm… actually a girl!"

The man simply laughed at her. "A fine joke, little one! You are but a dainty princess!" Ella frowned as she looked at her thin arms. She continued to frown more and more as the insults came. "Weak, puny! An average joe! You could never be the chosen one for a god!"

It was almost funny how silly the god looked for how rude he was - he was a man who was a large white marshmallow, with no legs to speak of. Other than that, his chest was rather puffed out, he had large arms to match, and a head that was another marshmallow, with black eyes and a black mouth like a snowman would have.

He turned his attention to the rest of the room. "Now, who is the true chosen one?"

"U-um, Ella really did do it! I saw!" Sammy countered, hesitantly raising a finger.

"Dude, she was stronger than me." A passerby with red clothes called out.

The god doubled over in laughter again. "It is even funnier the second time! You there, shortie!"

"Huh? Me?" Sky asked, pointing at herself, getting a nod.

"You have a wonderful physique, so your diet must match that! With such a masterful palate, you must have withdrawn the whisk!"

"Uh… no, sorry, that was Ella." The athlete looked over to her friend and got a wave for doing so.

The god's face fell in annoyance as he slammed his fist down on the nearest object. "This joke has run its course! Where is the chosen one?"

Everyone ran off besides Sammy, who was frozen out of fear, and Ella, who was waiting for King Candy to realize that she was indeed who he was looking for.

"Certainly, you with your cheerleading work! Your constant flipping of others must be reminiscent of flipping and slicing ingredients!"

"S-smoothie ingredients..?" Terrified but slightly confused, the blonde simply pointed to her girlfriend.

"What?! Then where is the proof?"

Sammy simply held up her phone shakily, showing a picture of her lover with the whisk in her hand.

"But she is unfit to even scrub the royal throne! Hmm… Well, there are… certain qualities that the chosen one must have."

"Okay! What are they?" The singer asked, willing to take the challenge.

"First of all, the chosen one must be able to write with their left hand!" King Candy started.

"I'm ambidextrous!" The songbird smiled as she took a pen out of her pocket and wrote on her right hand with her left.

The god snapped his fingers. "Also, they wear pink underwear." After ensuring that no one else was present, Ella lowered her skirt to show the pink on her panties. "No, orange!" She dropped it completely, showing the orange in the center. "Their name must be on-"

The princess turned around and pointed at her butt with one hand, displaying that her name was stitched into the waistband of her underpants. She then pulled her skirt back up. "Um, their feet have…" She prepared to take one of her shoes off. "Their wallet has-" Ella went to withdraw her wallet.

"H-hey, she is the chosen one, and, y-you-" Sammy tried, before quickly being shut up.

"SILENCE!" King Candy demanded, zapping the twin with an ice cream beam, giving her brain freeze.

"O-ow… C-can't say I'm s-s-shocked that I was punished for that…" she shivered.

"Sammy!" Ella gasped. "You hurt my girlfriend! My… my sweetheart! I…" She started tearing up. "That wasn't nice!"

"Getting riled up, I see! Let's see if you can channel those emotions into battle!" The god challenged.

"I know you don't like to battle, but… for me, can you kick his-" Sammy was zapped once again, this time into a pile of crumbs.

"I will only accept, if you bring my girlfriend back!" The singer bargained, holding back any more tears.

"Very well! The shy one. She shall return!" King Candy returned Sammy to her normal state, but there was one thing different… She now looked exactly like a strawberry shortcake, just in the shape of her own body.

"I ah, meant in her original form, your highness." She bowed, as it was tradition. Sure, the god wasn't very nice, but she was still going to treat him with respect.

"I will bring her back to her original form, only if you can defeat me!"

"Very well! I shall accept your challenge!" She walked over to her girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek. "I promise, you'll be right back to your normal self!" Part of Sammy's cheek crumbled and landed at her feet. "Goodness! I should stop touching you! So, ah, what is the challenge?"

"You Ella, must outperform me in a culinary clash! Making sweets of our choices we will see if

you are even fit to cook in Candyland."

"What happens if she loses?"

"Then Ella must NEVER cook again, EVER." He said gravely, with a shake of his lollipop want, everyone was taken to a Giant Donut arena.

"Oh Sammy, I promise to bring your body back." Ella told her literal sweetheart.

"Don't worry Ella, I've drunk your smoothies before, you're sweet enough to take that guy down a peg!" As the cheerleader said this, she actually crumbled a tiny bit.

Soon it was time for the grand cook off. "Whoever makes the tastiest treats wins." The king boomed. "May the best, well I'm not a man, so, best competitor win!" Ella declared, sticking out her hand, King Candy only scoffed at this.

RING.

King Candy chortled to himself as he summoned cows to milk, Ella meanwhile simply poured a fresh carton of milk into the mixing cup.

The ground trembled as King Candy summoned cocoa plants and sugar canes from the earth, then causing a typhoon to stir them into his chalice.

"3 slices should be just right." Ella chirped as she pout in some banana slices. As she went to pour her drink into the blender, King Candy was chortling.

"I've made a King's bounty worth of Milkshakes! And you've only started on one!"

Ella ignored him and poured her smoothie into a cup, hugging it. Unfortunately, time ran out, with the score being 1,200 to 1.

"Silly girl, you should have known you couldn't compare to a king!" The monarch then turns to the crowd.

"Now bask in my delicious candy."

He then launched candy into everyone's mouths, everyone chewing on the gumdrops, gobstoppers, and other sweets, but...

"Oh, this tastes worse than cockroach smoothies!" Owen complained, who was watching the battle from the audience. "I knew I shouldn't have taken that dare!"

Everyone followed suit and complained, spitting out the candy. Even a dog that was snuck into the crowd turned its nose up at a dropped piece.

"Sammy, would you care for a sip of this smoothie?" Ella offered, handing her the fruity blend she made. Just as she tried to do so, King Candy snatched it from her.

"Give me that!" He commanded, just before taking a long sip. Adopting an angry expression, he began with… "This is-'' However, the taste kicked in, and his face turned into a surprised one, then a perplexed one, and then a relaxed one. "-delicious! Why, it tastes so good, I'd like to try it a second time!" He spat the mixture back into the cup, making the audience recoil in disgust.

Once the god was finished with the "second helping," Ella addressed him with a curtsey. "So, ah, what did you think of it, Your Highness?"

"Yours is superior, and therefore… I concede to you, Ella Whiton! You win."

And with that, Ella watched as the strawberry shortcake transformed back into her dearest Sammy.

"I apologize for my behavior, please, Ella Whiton, teach me your ways."

Ella was able to smile once more. "Of course!"

A few days later, Sammy is seen walking up to the smoothie clean register, back to her normal form. "Is Ella here today?"

"No, she's busy with the trainee." Noah explained.

"CONFOUNDED DEVICE!" Boomed King Candy.

"Now, just be patient with it." Ella explained Calmly.

"Yes, Ella Whiteon." The Ruler sighed, as he went back to his training, under the champion of the Whisk.

A/N: So just in case there's anyone who hasn't seen the original episodes, Patrick just got his butt and his face switched by King Neptune, but we didn't really want to do that with Sammy, even if King Candy is just a stand-in for Neptune. You may ask why King Candy can do all this, but why can Neptune use lightning? I don't think that's something he can do in Greek mythology, so we just ran with it.