Pinkie Pie took some cupcakes out of her portable oven. They had light baby blue frosting, and a case of many colours.

Pinkie!
A voice called up from the basement door. It was Mrs. Cake.
I need those cupcakes you made! The competition starts in twenty-five minutes!

Pinkie Pies hair fluffed back up to its normal cotton candy style. She threw off her apron made from several pony hides and cutie marks, and rushed up to the basement door.

Dont need this. she said cheerfully. Ill sew Dashies cutie mark onto my apron after the competition! Pinkie said happily, but with a psychotic tone.

MEANWHILE, IN CLOUDSDALE

Where is Dash? Gildas dad, Gliding, said mentally. She said shell have known where my Gilda is.

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie popped up. Want to help me make some cupcakes, Mr. Griffon? she said evilly.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

Is this your house Pinkie Pie? Gliding said. Okie dokie lokie! But only the second and third floors. Here is a cupcake I made earlier! Pinkie said cheerfully. Try it!

OK, Ms. Pinkie Gliding said suspiciously. Glidings world seemed to tumble after a bite of the cupcake, Pinkies hair seemed to slowly become straight. Pinkie Pie? Gliding said. I think there is something wrong with your cup-cup-cu Gliding fell to the ground.

Gliding returned to consciousness. Pinkie Pie? Where am I? In a strange atmosphere? Can you pour me some beer?

Of course! Pinkie said, pouring some of his own daughter, Gildas blood into a 3 pint beer glass. Here you go! Pinkie said. Ill go turn on the lights for you! When she turned on the lights, Glidings world turned into a world of fear. His daughters head was disembodied and nailed onto a piece of card made out of a mix of pony and griffon flesh.

Pinkie Pie got some Gilda cupcakes that were leftover from Gummies second birthday party and shoved one down Glidings neck. Im gonna wing it for you, dad! Pinkie said in an awful impression of Gildas voice.

Pinkie then got a knife and hacked away at the wing. I learnt to use a knife and not an axe, when I winged Gilda! Pinkie said in her own voice. The wing slowly fell to the floor. Mrs. Cake called from the door. Pinkie! You won! They loved your cupcakes! They said they were rainbow-dashingly delicious!

Pinkies hair poofed back to its cotton candy style and threw off her apron. Be right back!

Pinkie knew. She knew al-right. She was walking down the basement stairs, hoping for Gliding to still be alive. She had taken some more Gilda blood to fill a beer glass with. She dropped the beer glass and griffon blood went everywhere.

Gliding was sitting there whimpering. Blood was pouring out where his wing used to be.

"Please... Pinkamena... "