Resume: Pinkie Pie records a cooking video in which she makes a batch of cookies.

At Pinkie Pie's house, Pinkie stands at a kitchen counter. She is wearing a pink-frilled white apron over her usual clothing, decorated with a blue sash and three hearts—one large and pale blue, the others small and pink—and her magical pendant is not around her neck. On the counter are her stuffed alligator Gummy and Rainbow Dash’s pet tortoise Tank, both sporting white chef’s toques; daytime sky is visible through the window behind Pinkie. Zoom in slowly.

“Welcome to The Craft of Cookies with me, Pinkie Pie!” She puts her hands together with thumbs/fingers curved to form a heart, and two bright pink ones pop briefly into view to flank her grinning visage—an online video in progress. “In just one class, you too can become a certified cookie master!” Close-up of Tank on the end of this, the wrinkled green face ever-so-slowly creasing into a smile. She leans down into view with a happy little gasp. “Let’s get started.”

Big squeaky grin; double thumbs-up, accompanied by three gold stars winking into view around them both for a moment. From here, cut to a series of close-ups of cabinets being opened and ingredients being snatched up.

“Yum! Ooh! Yes, please! Tasty! You’re gonna be delicious!”

On the end of this, she leans into view next to Tank for just long enough to deposit the lot on the counter. She stands over a mixing bowl as the leathery head stretches toward a particular container.

“Now, step two—making cookies!”

The sweet stuff is plucked out of reach, leaving his beak to clack shut on nothing but air. Close-ups of ingredients being measured up and added to the bowl.

“Cup of sugar…tablespoon of baking powder…dash of vanilla…pinch of salt. And for our final ingredient…” Pinkie voices over, Tank once again extends his head to get in range of the mix during this line, but is unceremoniously picked up and held over it as Pinkie finishes. “…two Tank kisses!”

She plants two big smooches on his cheek, a pink heart materializing and dropping into the dough after each one to turn it that color, and gets a dab on a finger for a taste test.

“Mmmm!” Pinkie Gasps. “Cotton candy! This is ta-a-a-asty!”

She leans down over Gummy and affects a slightly altered voice to “speak” for the toy.

Pinkie as Gummy. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Pinkie!” Now with her own voice. “Aw, thanks, Gummy!” She rootes around in her hair. “Now for the not-so-secret ingredient…” The follicular foraging yields a bowl piled high with morsels of… “…CHOCOLATE!!”

This is set down on the counter, prompting Tank to begin reaching his jaws eagerly toward it, and Pinkie pops one bit into her mouth.

“Mmmm!” She takes another. “Mmmm!”

The height of the chocolate begins to drop with remarkable speed as she wolfs it down; close-up of Gummy.

Pinkie from o.s., as it. “Don’t eat all the chips!”

All three again; after swallowing her latest mouthful, she begins to look more than a bit ill.

Pinkie queasiles. “Whoa…my tum-tum!” Cut to Tank, head nearly in the bowl; she continues o.s. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as too much chocolate.”

The shelled critter’s snapping beak again gets a whole lot of nothing when she pulls the bowl out of reach. He grumbles to himself; her cheeks go an unappetizing shade of green as she burps her discomfort. Her face quickly resumes its usual shade of pink, though, and her gut settles as she dumps the remaining chocolate chips into the bowl of dough and sets to mixing them in.

“Now, to bake our creations!” Pinkie said.

A cookie sheet is laid out and two balls of dough are transferred onto it, after which ten more pop into place on their own to form three rows of four. Pinkie loads the sheet into the oven and closes the door; cut to her, Gummy, and Tank sitting on a row of stools. The baking time quickly ticks down on a floating graphic of a kitchen timer.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm!” Pinkie pulls a cupcake from her hair.

The timer rings and disappears before she can bite down on it.

“They’re ready!” She gasps and tosses it over shoulder.

The treat splats down across Tank’s carapace, but the mess is positioned just right to leave him completely unable to snag even a particle; even extending his tongue to full length does him no good. His face falls as two oven-mitted pink hands bring out the cookie sheet, whose dough has become a dozen sparkly goodies, and Pinkie’s eyes become twinkling red hearts for a moment once she gets a lungful of the aroma. The blue irises pop wide in surprise after they have returned to normal; she turns to direct a sly over-shoulder glance toward Gummy, who is back on the counter.

“What’s that, Gummy? You think I’ve just invented the perfect cookie?” She said cheerfully self-deprecating. “Awww…” Close-up; she addresses the camera and digs in her hair. “And now, for the final and best part…” She has shed her oven mitts at this point, and the camera zooms out as she extracts a shaker can of… “…SPRINKLES!!”

This shot puts Gummy, a cleaned-up Tank, and the cookies all on the counter. The baked goods get a load dumped over them, which detonates in a burst of magenta smoke; when the view clears, the cookies are now piled on a plate and framed in a close-up and slow pan amid bright yellow flecks of light.

“Et voilà! Two dozen ultra-scrumptious cookies—” The kitchen again; the blast has splattered dough all over her and thanks to her own magic, her pink-frilled white decorated with a blue sash and three hearts: one large and pale blue, the others small and pink, her white tank top with her pony counterpart's cutie mark, her 3-shaded pink rah-rah skirt, her blue-ribboned headband in her hair with a heart on it, her blue underwear, her white opaque tights and her pink and blue strapped sandals with a pink heart on them got 100% exploded, Pinkie Pie was now completely barefooted and naked, Gummy, and most of the room and flipped Tank upside down. She is holding up the plate. “—for a sophisticated snack time.” Naked Pinkie sets it down. “Until next time on The Craft of Cookies—” She pulls a cookie from her hair, picking up Tank. “—this is Naked Pinkie Pie, bidding you a sweet evening, nudity and a most delicious morrow.”

His mood instantly brightens when she holds it close so he can chomp down and get the sugary happiness he has been chasing this entire time. “Iris out” to black, the aperture pausing briefly to frame his blissful face before closing altogether.