Resume: As Fluttershy and her friends organize an adoption for all the crabs on the beach, Pinkie Pie decides to get some shaved ice for them.

Tilt down to frame several crabs within a makeshift pen whose walls are built up from the beach sand. Rarity stands with her back to the camera, working on something at a table set with brochures, while Rainbow is on duty at a desk covered with telephones. Both are shaded from the sun, as is a nearby chair with a cooler in easy reach, and strings of pennants run from one to another. Fluttershy is presiding over the tableau, and Pinkie has donned her everyday outfit and covered it with the crab costume she used while babysitting Lily Pad in “Pinkie Sitting.” Cut to a close-up of Fluttershy and Rarity on the next line, revealing a few miniaturized pieces of jewelry on the table at which the designer is doing her thing.

“Thanks for helping with the crab adopt-a-thon, everyone.” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, not a problem. My whole life has been leading up to this moment.” Rarity said.

She spins to face her friend, holding up a crab in a frilly new frock.

“Voilà!” Close-up of it; she continues o.s. “Crustacean couture!” Back to her; Pinkie Pie slides over.

“Oo-la-la!” Pinkie picks up a tiny tiara. “Let me help!”

She kneels to crown one of the penned critters, but gets an angry pincer nip on the hand.

“Ouch!.” Pinkie tries again—a near miss—and continues o.s. “Ow!”

After a third retaliatory strike, she stands up without the tiara.

Pinkie backs off. “Actually, how about I help away from the crabs?” Idea comes from her mind. “I could get us a snack. There’s still an hour until the shaved ice stand closes.” Next two lines overlap.

“Oh, yum!”

“Sounds great!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Cool! I promise I’ll be back before it starts.” Pinkie Pie exits the scene by scuttling sideways and adding the sound of the skittering legs for good measure. Wipe to her, out of costume and back in her swimsuit, plunking down a few bills at a vendor’s counter to buy a tray of four rainbow-striped snow cones.

“So sparkly.” Pinkie enraptures.

Away she goes. A longer shot picks out her bare feet and establishes the vendor as the snow cone truck that appeared briefly in “X Marks the Spot”. She happens across a woman and her son, whose treat falls out of its cone as he licks at it. He has barely enough time to start whimpering before Pinkie offers him one of the four fresh ones, instantly lifting his spirits. Mother/son and Pinkie go their separate ways, but the latter is almost immediately beset by a flock of pesky seagulls that picks and rips off one of Pinkie Pie's one-piece swimsuit at her chest.

“Hey!” Pinkie said annoying.

One of them swipes a snow cone and another one swipes and rips off another of her one-piece swimsuit, leaving two on the tray and makes showing Pinkie's pink bare breasts; after an irked glare skyward, she shrugs, blushes and smiles.

“Still works.” She covers her bare breasts with her dark pink fuzzy balloon-like hair and descends the steps to the beach, the soles of her pink bare feet instantly flushing deep pink upon contact with the scorching sand. Extreme close-up of them, starting to jitter madly. “Ow! Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!”

A backward hop takes her to the relative safety of the steps, from which she snarls and shakes a fist at the treacherous stretch of silica. She finds herself at a loss for ideas on how to traverse it until a runaway beach ball bounces to a stop right in front of her.

“Ahhhh!” Pinkie gets a idea.

She jumps to balance on it and nimbly maneuvers along with her feet to reach a forest of beach umbrellas jumping from one to another. “Boingy, boingy, boingy!”

Now she vaults up to grab hold of an airborne kite and ride a gust of wind.

Pinkie laughs. “Whee!” The airborne kite falls apart; she drops like a rock. “Wha—?”

Cut to the other three girls and the ongoing crab adopt-a-thon. All the little snappers in the enclosure have been kitted out in Rarity’s high fashion, as has the fifth on the table before her. Pinkie’s rising yell of panic makes itself heard an instant before a crash shakes the camera and she slides into view on her face, witch results her pink and white one-piece swimsuit with a yellow ribbon design with a heart and her frilly design sliping off of her body and them got completely lost after this. One hand still grips the tray with its remaining two snow cones, but a close-up pegs them as lost causes due to the sand now embedded in them. She has fared no better that she's naked now.

“Nailed it!” Pinkie said covered with sand.

“You made it!” Rainbow Dash said confussely as seeing Pinkie stands up naked.

“Barely! You’ll never believe what I had to do to get these back un-melty.” Pinkie said embarrassed as she covers more her naked body with her fuzzy balloon-like hair.

Rarity wips her forehead. “Right on time. I hate to say it, but these crabs are getting awfully…”

“Don’t.” Rainbow warns Rarity.

“…crabby!” Cut to Fluttershy, now standing over the pen.

“Aw, they’re hot, poor things.” Close-up of two, steaming and sweating; she continues o.s. “If only we had a way to cool them off.” Fluttershy said worried.

Back to Pinkie, who has brushed herself, her naked body off and tamed the errant strands of her hair. Those big blue eyes flick between the ravaged treats and the pen a few times until she gathers her resolve with a heavy sigh.

“Do you…want this?” Pinkie sets one cone in the pen to the crabs.

All four crabs scuttle across and eagerly start chomping down pincer-loads of the sweet stuff.

“I’m sorry, everyone.” Rarity returns the crab she has been outfitting to the enclosure. “I wanted to have enough to share, if i still have another swimsuit to cover of course.”

Close-up of the last cone on the end of this, then cut to the girls.

Rainbow pats Pinkie’s bare shoulder. “No worries, Pinkie. I got this.”

A split second is all it takes for her to clear out and return with a fresh tray of snow cones, the sight of which causes Naked Pinkie to gape and let her last one hit the sand with a wet plop. However, she quickly brightens up and helps herself along with everyone else. All share a laugh as the view “irises out” to black, the aperture pausing briefly to frame one crab that digs into the dropped snack before closing altogether.