It was early morning when Scootaloo woke up and silently crept out of the room she was occupying. While she was used to waking up at the crack of dawn before most ponies woke up to get ready for her day and make sure she looked clean. It was also prime time to get food, before anyone was out and about. As well as when noone was around to ask questions as to why a filly her age was outside that early in the morning.

But waking up to a nice warm bed was such a rare commodity that she almost didn't want to leave. Although she wanted to do something nice for Cloud Kicker for bringing her in. I want to do something special to say thank you ... I think I'll cook her breakfast. I don't think she'll mind, after all it's not like all those other times the other Crusader's and I tried cooking and disaster struck was our fault. I mean we only partially flooded Ponyville with Jello, and destroyed only four houses on accident. I have a good feeling about this time though. Now what's something simple that I can create?

After stumbling into the kitchen and pouring herself some orange juice for Cloud Kicker and herself. She looked though the various cupboards and eventually found a sugar dispenser, a bag of salt, flour, eggs, and milk. Finding a huge bowl she poured all the ingredients other than the eggs together and started vigorously stirring. After minutes of stirring she had managed to get the table, splotches of the floor, and parts of the wall covered in thick globs of half formed dough and flour. Tasting the dough and it being too sour for her tastes decided to dump as much sugar as possible.

After cleaning her mess, and tossing several hooffulls of bakers yeast and throwing the mix in a preheated oven. She sat back and let the mixture bake while getting started on the eggs. It was several minuets into cooking, having successfully made scrambled eggs when her bread decided that it was time for it to escape the confines of it's warm prison and expand upon the outside world in pulsating, quivering waves.

Oh! No! I did everything like Pinkie Pie said. I used flour, sugar, and a pinch of salt with a little bit of milk. Why is it trying to fill up the room? I have to fix this before Cloud Kicker wakes up or breakfast will be ruined! Running around she eventually armed her self with a wooden cutting board, a broom, and an unused metal pot as a helmet. Placing the board on the invading foodstuffs, she used the broom to push at it. After loosing ground she used her improvisational jousting pole to move the bread to the table with struggling slowness. she propped the bread between the oven and the table using a wide assortment of chairs, end tables,vases, and other odds and ends to create a lovely bread bridge.

It was after her efforts had ended that she got the eggs on plates and slices of warm bread on the table With the rest precariously perched between the table and oven. With the sugar bowl, salt bag, milk carton, and flour bag having a new home in the mass of bread that had made the kitchen it's new domain.

"WHOOHHOO! I DID IT!" She cried triumphantly before remembering that she was in somepony else's house. She repeated herself in a whisper, and hoped that today would turn out well. I think that was the first meal I ever made that did result in massive property damage or destroying most of the city. Today's going to be perfect.