"Okay, Pinkie! It's ready!" you call, satisfied with the temperature of the bath water.

A fully-grown pink mare walks in to the room slowly (yes, Pinkie walked slowly). When she fully reveals herself, you note two the foals bouncing on her back. Pound and Pumpkin Cake are two bundles of pure joy as their favorite foalsitter in the world carries them to their bath. Pinkie, on the other hoof, surprisingly looks a tad tired, most likely after a long day at work with the twins. She looks at you and smiles.

"Thank you so very much again, mister/miss!" she thanks you using the appropriate address. "Mr and Mrs Cake are taking another order to Manehatten, and are going to be gone for the rest of the day. These two were just SO much, I... I..." You run over to grab the foals off her back as she over-dramatically faints.

You shift the unicorn and pegasus in your arms to a more comfortable position and turn to Pinkie, who was now perfectly fine. "It's no problem at all," you tell her, looking between Pound and Pumpkin. "These two are just too cute, I couldn't help but volunteer!"

Pinkie smiles ear to ear with her eyes closed and responds, "Okie dokie lokie!"

You then turn your attention to the tub and place the month-old foals in it (Pinkie had taken the liberty of removing their diapers). Both foals look up to you with wonder, surprised to see a stranger helping them. Although, they do not cry at you, trusting that Pinkie knew exactly what she was doing by trusting you.

Now the bath begins. Pinkie hands you the shampoo, somehow reading your mind before you could ask for it. You thank her and squeeze some into your hand. Starting on Pound Cake, you lather the soap through his brown hair. Pumpkin Cake giggles at her brother, who has his left eye closed and a bemused look on his infant face. Half a minute later, Pound Cake's mane is left soapy and wild while you remove Pumpkin's bow, squirt some more shampoo in your palm and work on her appropriately orange hair. Her reaction matches her sibling's to a tee, including Pound Cake's giggles at his sister's similar fate. In the end, both twins have hairdos unlike they have ever had. The sight was so ridiculous that the two burst into laughter, causing a chain reaction to Pinkie's laughter, and finally yours.

Once you get back to business, you scoop up some bathwater into two cupped hands and begin rinsing Pound Cake. Nothing eventful happens as you do five more repetitions over Pound, then seven over his sister. The two just cutely sit the entire time you clean them. Pinkie looks shocked, and when you ask why, she only responds with, "I've never seen them sit still for so long. Except when they're sleeping. Well, sometimes Pound sleep-flies, and Pumpkin sleep-magics. And-"

"Okay," you laugh, interrupting Pinkie so she wouldn't go on another one of her talking rampages. Pinkie's ears go down and she smiles sheepishly, realizing her almost-mistake.

Now it was time for Pound Cake's special treatment: washing his wings. Pumpkin Cake and Pinkie would never realize that pegasi wings tended to get dirty. Therefore, this was why Pumpkin and Pinkie looked at you wondrously as you squirt some feather shampoo in your palm and lathered Pound Cake's tiny little wings. Pound Cake is used to the feeling of the shampoo, and doesn't seem to react beyond his eyes closing and mouth forming a smile. When you're done Pinkie looks at you surprisingly.

"I didn't know you had to wash a pegasus' wings! Boy, no wonder why his wings were so dirty!" she states, having learned something new.

You quickly rinse Pound's wings and move on to both siblings' tails. You manage to ask Pinkie for the shampoo this time before she somehow knew you wanted it. Thanking her again, you take the bottle and once again squeeze some gel into your palm. Alas, before you could ask Pinkie to lift the twins' tails, she is yet again one step ahead of you, saying, "There you go!" while smiling. You thank her, almost ticked that somehow she was ahead of you. Starting with Pumpkin this time, you work the soap into her tiny, bushy tail. Both twins watch you for the fifteen seconds you lather her tail before you move onto Pound Cake's. Again, in the end both twins' tails are soapy and wild, erupting another small round of giggles from everyone.

Now it was time to rinse both foals' backsides. You cup some more water in your hands and start rinsing the filly's pumpkin orange tail. She only takes four rinses before your ready to move onto the colt's tail. Before long, the pegasus' tail returns to its normal black, stubby form. You sit back and allow Pinkie to provide some entertainment.

"Alright, fillies and gentlecolts!" the pink party mare begins. "Now, for the main attraction!" Using her fourth-wall-breaking skills, she materializes a magician's hat out of nowhere. Reaching in, she "magically" pulls out two rubber ducks and places them in the tub. Pound Cake is excited at the sight of the toys, and waves his arms in the water, splashing his sister next to him.

Pumpkin Cake moans a bit at her brothers silly mistake. She then turns to him and accepts the challenge. Raising both her hooves, she brings them down really fast and quickly starts to splash Pound Cake. When she's done, Pound Cake is left both wet and mad. Before you know it, the whole bathroom is getting soaked in one big battle of the sexes and siblings. Both you and Pinkie turn towards each other in panic.

Pinkie is the first to react. Quickly, she removes Pumpkin Cake and places her on the solid ground, her arms still flailing imaginary water. You react likewise with Pound Cake, unplugging the tub whilst removing him. When both foals stop their fussing and realize they've both lost, you grab their towels and hand one to Pinkie, instructing her to dry Pumpkin.

Taking Pound Cake, you start to dry his mane, then his wings and torso, and finally his tail. Pinkie Pie, being a pony and not a human, tries to copy your moves but ends up drying the old-fashioned pony way: rubbing the towel over the damp body (you'd seen Big Mac do this with Applejack). When both foals are dry, Pinkie puts their diapers back on and turns to you.

"Thanks again!" she says happily as she picks up the unicorn and pegasus and places them on her back. She exits the bathroom un-Pinkie-ly calm and collective.

"No problem!" you call out to her in response. You take a moment to reflect on what just happened. "Wow," you say to nopony, "Pinkie only broke the fourth wall once the entire time."

"I only did what?" a confused voice asks behind you.

You jump at Pinkie's sudden reappearance and sigh to yourself. "I stand corrected," you mumble.