I carefully shut the door of Sugarcube corner behind me, and turned to look at the comfy familiar place that I used to spend so much of my time in when I was younger.

"Oh Flick! what are you doing here?!" Pinkie Pie's voice beamed loudly with excitement. I smiled and walked on over to the bar that Pinkie stood behind. "Hey Pinkie, I just came to get the birthday cake that I had ordered." I grinned excitedly down at Pinkie.

I still find it amazing at how small I used to be, yet now I'm just slightly taller than Pinkie Pie. Her mane wasn't as intensely pink as it had been years ago, yet as you two know, she still maintains her bouncy care free happy attitude.

Then of course two days after that, it was your birthday my little princess.

"Wow dad! You got aunt Pinkie to make a cake just for me?" The young golden haired Pegasus looked up at me with her  green eyes gleaming and smiled happily.

"Of course I did sweetie, it's your special day, I had to get you something nice didn't I?" I smiled down at my little ray of sunshine.

"Hey dad she's gonna share that right?"

I looked across to see the younger colt unicorn standing impatiently using his hoof to scratch his messy blue mane, his purple tail gently covering his blank flank.

"You're just like I was at your age son, I was fairly impatient too, but the lesson to be learnt is that patience can be a key skill to eventually ensuring you have a - "

"Dad can I just have some cake, it's my birthday in just five months from now," he rolled his eyes.

"Of course you can," I laughed through my sigh.

Now I know you two were there for that, of course you were, but remember when I went to go talk to Pinkie?

"You two enjoy the cake, share it with your friends you two, I need to talk to your aunt Pinkie, your mother will be back soon so please

don't make a mess!" I smiled at the two ponies who beamed happily at me.

"We won’t dad!" they spoke in unison before running off to enjoy the large cake waiting for them.

"Thank you so much again for the cake Pinkie, she loves it." I hugged your aunt Pinkie.

"Oh it's no problem Flick! This party is super fun! And you planned it all yourself! I'm surprised you never became a party planner!" Pinkie bounced happily. "Did  you ever tell those two about Rarity's birthday party?" She giggled.

"The party that went wrong?" I blushed" Well, I was thinking of finally telling them two the whole story next week sometime, it's going to be pretty heavy rain most the week so they'll be stuck indoors and a good story could keep them entertained."

"You're finally going to tell them how you earned your cutie mark?" Pinkie's grin grew wider.

"Yep! I'll tell them every last detail! I'm sure they won't be bored..." I trailed off, of course my stories were entertaining.

"Are you going to tell them about the time you kicked that changeling in the face?" Pinkie questioned excitedly. "Ooh! what about the time you destroyed town hall? Oh! and what about the story about your green scarf?" Pinkie rambled on.

"Every last detail!" I interjected.

"TELL THEM THE STORY OF THE MAGICAL CUPCAKES!" Pinkie's voiced boomed and she leaped in to the air.

"I - what? That’s not really a huge part of the story." I stuttered, remembering the odd story.

"PINKIE PROMISE TO TELL THEM THAT STORY NOW!" Pinkie Pie growled.

"Uh - "

And so then I made a Pinkie promise, so here's the story of the magic get well cupcakes, blame your aunt Pinkie for this. It happened right after the flying incident.

"Princess Luna really helped you?" Twilight's smile was growing as I told her the story.

I lay in my bed at Carousel Boutique, my fellow crusaders and your aunts had all listened intently to my story. "It was amazing, she made me realized everything I've been doing wrong, I know now that the path ahead is clear, she really taught me an amazing lesson." I smiled before remembering something important. "She said I should write a letter to Princess Celestia! I don't have paper or a quill anywhere, can somepony find me some so I -”

"Calm down Flick, you can write a letter later, you need time to recover, you're injured and you've had a shock," Twilight patted my messy blue mane slightly smiling proudly down at me.

"I still can't believe you met Princess Luna too! Just like the time she saved me from my nightmares!" Scootaloo fondly remembered the camping trip with Rainbow Dash.

I smiled and relaxed, losing my tenseness as I did so.

"Yep Flick, you're injured!, which means - " Pinkie started.

Now you two know Pinkie can't stand anypony being sick or hurt in anyway, anypony who is gets half a dozen of her special get well cupcakes forced upon them.

Half a dozen. An hour. I should point out that the first few times I was pretty excited for these cupcakes.

" - it's time for get well cupcakes!" Pinkie beamed.

"Oh yay! Flick, you're in luck, Pinkie's get well cupcakes are amazing!" Sweetie Belle admired the pink box Pinkie had placed on the table next to the bed.

"They are mighty fine!" Applejack too fondly admired the box of delights.

Pinkie Pie opened the box; the pink cupcakes emitted a magical like glow that I'd never seen before.

"Oh my, Miss Pinkie they look amazing! Thank you so much!" I used my magic to bring one of the glowing cupcakes to my mouth and took a bite.

And I can't even express how it felt every bite was amazing, cupcake after cupcake the taste was sensational. The magic seemed to never wear off, but eventually...

"Who want's more get well cupcakes?!" Pinkie rushed in with a fresh box of glowing pink cupcakes.

Your aunts had all left at this point, Rarity insisted I needed rest but let the crusaders stay with me in mine and Sweetie Belle's room.

"More cupcakes? um, miss Pinkie, I don't think I could eat anymore." I rested my hooves on my belly as I lay in bed, I felt so full it was unbelievable.

"But - but, you love my get well cupcakes..." Pinkie lifted her hoof to her eyes where tears threatened to fall.

"But maybe I can manage one more!" I quickly added to avoid the impending flood of tears.

So then I tried to be polite and eat another cupcake, but it hurt so much to move, I cast a glow around one of the pink cupcakes from the box of eight, however I felt so tired and suddenly the cupcake slipped from my magical grasp as I tried to bring it closer to me, in that moment Pinkie's huge smile slowly changed to one of dismay.

The cupcake landed on the floor.

"You. Dropped a cupcake." Pinkie's eyes widened as she looked over to just near my bed where the pink swirled frosted cupcake was splattered on the otherwise immaculate while floor.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed, Pinkie's entire body started to expand and she suddenly exploded.

Okay that last part didn't happen, but I thought for a minute it was going to.

Pinkie stared open mouthed at me.

"Um, Pinkie Pie? ya okay?" Apple Bloom asked cautiously.

"You... ruined one of my special get well soon cupcakes." tears formed in Pinkie's eyes,

"No no! It’s okay Miss Pinkie!" I sprung out of bed and looked at the cupcake, casting a glow to bring it up to my mouth. "It's still edible! The floor is as clean as - ”

"NO YOU CAN'T EAT THAT!" Pinkie screamed, knocking the cupcake out of my magical grasp across the room with her hoof.

"Why not? The floor is cleaned all the time, Rarity polishes the floor everyday."

"This has nothing to do with the cleanliness of the floor! This is about the magical cupcake frosting!"

"Magical cupcake frosting?" I asked curiously.

"The special super secret magical cupcake frosting that makes a cupcake so tasty! If the cupcake is dropped on to the floor for more than a second, the frosting loses its magic. Then the cupcake will taste..." Pinkie's eyes stared at me, getting wider and wider. "Not as good as before!"

"So it's like the eight second rule?" Scootaloo asked.

"What the...?" Apple Bloom scowled. "You mean five second rule!" Apple Bloom corrected.

"Don't you mean the ten second rule?" Added Sweetie Belle.

"Oh my word! I hope you mean the no second rule! Any food touching the floor no matter how polished it may be is unsuitable for consumption!" Rarity shook her head as she walked past mine and Sweetie Belle's room.

"Okay, forget that cupcake." Scootaloo started. "Maybe we should just -”

"Have an experiment to test which second rule is the correct one to maintain the magical frosting flavour?" I sprung on top of the bed.

Everypony stared at me blankly.

"I need to go get some of my special cheer up cupcakes!" tears filled Pinkie's eyes as she galloped out the room.

You should know by now I sometimes got a little carried away. I should point out, I wasn't in the right frame of mind after the accident, I'd gone a tad crazy... again.

I stood on the bed overlooking my crusader friends; I glanced at the box of cupcakes on the bedside table. "My dad is a mathematical genius, he can calculate an entire years worth of profit and loss and financial results quicker than Rainbow Dash can fly out the room." I nodded smugly. "And I'm his son, the scientific genius, so lets find out which second rule is correct..."

I pulled out a pair of fairly big nerdy black glasses and placed them on, I cast a glow on the nearby piece of parchment and quill along with some giant calculator that I for some reason kept under my bed.

"Oh not those glasses." Sweetie Belle sighed.

Now when I put those glasses on I thought I became much smarter, efficient and intellectual, problems became clear and any task seemed to be easily conquered.

"Those glasses don't even have lenses!" Scootaloo squinted.

I ignored my friend, "Now... let the experiment begin! I will prove that this floor which by the way is squeaky clean shall NOT destroy the amazing taste of these cupcakes, at least not instantly."

"You're going to waste several cupcakes?" Scootaloo tilted her head confused at my intentions.

"...For science" I adjusted my glasses and flicked my messy blue mane imagining I was looking down some camera on my own science experiment show or something.

"Who are you looking at?" Apple Bloom looked in the distance to where I was staring.

"Uh, nopony, anyhow. Sweetie Belle! You first! You claim that the rule of eating food on the floor is exactly -"

"Ten seconds!" Sweetie Belle nodded confidently, "I mean germs can't act that quickly surely, a solid ten seconds before the food is icky I'm sure."

"Well lucky I have this!" I cast a glow on a stopwatch which came to me from under the bed; I carefully placed the strap around my neck.

Scootaloo rubbed her eyes in shock. "Seriously where did you get all this? You pulled it all out of thin air or something, maybe you can explain the science of that for a change rather than just -"

"No questions! Now, Sweetie Belle, please smell this cupcake."I demanded.

The cupcake floated by Sweetie Belle's nose and she smelt it for several seconds

"It smells good!" Sweetie Belle stared at the pink cupcake, her face dropped as it moved away from her.

"Well then, you'd love to eat it right?" I nodded smiling at Sweetie Belle.

She nodded enthusiastically in return, her tongue wagging like a dog.

Then the glow around the cupcake faded, and the cupcake fell to the floor a small splat covered the area it had landed.

"Stopwatch GO!" I slammed the button on the stopwatch.

"Flick! I wanted to eat that! Why are you -" Sweetie Belle's voice raised higher in pitch and despair.

"Well there's nothing wrong with it is there Sweetie Belle? You have ten seconds to wait and as long as you eat it before that time is up, you're fine!"

Sweetie Belle looked at me confused.

I cast a glow around the cupcake and lifted it off the floor. "Time! Sweetie Belle, it's been on the floor for exactly ten seconds, eat it." I instructed.

"But I -”

"Eat it! It’s fine! Unless you... want to admit your rule is wrong?" I glanced mischievously at Sweetie Belle.

"My rule is right! I know for a fact, this cupcake - " Sweetie Belle cast a glow around the splattered cupcake and brought it to her mouth.

"Will taste absolutely -”

Sweetie Belle spat the cupcake out before she even chewed it.

"Yuck! That was horrible! Pinkie's cupcakes aren't what they used to be!" She used her hoof to brush the horrid taste off her tongue.

"Interesting, the ten second rule is false!" I proclaimed loudly.

"Did you really just waste a cupcake just to try and prove a point.” Apple Bloom glanced at the box of tasty cupcakes.

"I think he's about to waste a whole box just to prove a point." Scootaloo rolled her eyes.

"Next up!" I squeaked excitedly. Before anypony could say anything, I'd dropped the next cupcake and hit the button on my stopwatch. "TIME!" I called eight seconds after.

"Scootaloo, you're up, eat the cupcake!" I pointed my hoof at the sad squashed delight splattered in front of Scootaloo.

"What? Hay no, I don't want that, Sweetie Belle's didn't seem so tasty." Scootaloo growled.

"You claim for a cupcake to be fine before eight seconds have passed, so eat!" I demanded, fire seemed to rage in my eyes through my fake glasses.

"Flick I think you hit your head pretty hard, but a free cupcake is a free cupcake, what could go wrong" Scootaloo warmed to the idea.

"Everything about that cupcake is wrong! It’s plain, sour and yuck!" Scootaloo mimicked Sweetie Belle's earlier actions, brushing the taste off her tongue.

"This is amazing! We're closer to proving the correct rule now! It’s not ten seconds, or eight so  that means - " I glanced at Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom gulped, she knew there was no way out of it.

"Okay, so the five second rule is wrong too!" I tapped my hoof against my mouth in deep thought.

Apple Bloom shook her head, shaking the horrid taste away.

"My friends, we're going to have to do some more calculations. We've got five more cupcakes to work with!" I opened the box of glowing pink cupcakes.

So far the floor of mine and Sweetie Belle's room was half covered in pink spat out and splattered cupcakes,  it was going to get worse.

Scootaloo sighed frustratingly "Flick I don't think this will earn you any sort of cutie mark and even if -”

"This isn't about my cutie mark, this is - " I started.

Sweetie Belle shoved her hoof to my mouth. "I swear to Celestia if you say it's about science I'm telling Rarity and then -”

I pushed her hoof away. "Science!" I finished nodding in excitement to the crusaders who were less than impressed.

So while I was causing a cupcake genocide, your aunt Pinkie was on her way back here with her cheer up cupcakes.

"Hi Rarity!" Pinkie Pie beamed as she entered the room.

Rarity sat at her work desk carefully sewing some fabrics.

"Oh hello again Pinkie, back with more cupcakes I see." Rarity laughed nervously. "Those things could make a mess."

"Oh yes! I'm happy now, since my special cheer up cupcakes makes anypony happy! I thought I'd give some to Flick to say sorry about getting mad that he dropped a cupcake earlier!" Pinkie squeaked.

"Oh that's an ever so sweet idea Pinkie! I must go in there too and tell the others to let the poor dear rest; he's had such a traumatic time" Rarity set aside her fabrics and walked with Pinkie towards mine and Sweetie Belle's room.

And so if you haven't figured it out by now, here's one calculation I didn't get wrong.

Rarity stared in horror at the horrifically messy floor. "Oh my this is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. - "

"MY CUPCAKES!"  Pinkie dropped the box of cheer up cupcakes she was carrying and stared in horror.

Pinkie and Rarity stood in the door way of our room, their faces terrified.

I stood on the bed smiling nervously at my cousin Rarity and aunt Pinkie, the other three crusaders looked to the floor cautiously, scared of the impending trouble. "Miss Pinkie! Hi!" I spoke awkwardly.

"Flick ya wasted a whole box of cupcakes, you're really in trouble now!" Apple Bloom smirked. "But uh, Scootaloo and me weren't involved at all!" she grinned nervously to Rarity and Pinkie Pie

"Hey neither was I, I swear big sis! I didn't, Flick's just gone crazy again! He hit his head pretty hard." Sweetie Belle panicked.

"Nope! I did it for science!" I growled at Sweetie Belle.

"Well then Flick, how do you explain this mess, hm? Do tell us where the science is in this." Rarity asked sternly, still grimacing at the floor, edging towards me slowly. This was it, I was going to be in big trouble unless I came up with an answer.

"Cupcakes..." Pinkie couldn't even take her eyes off the disaster.

"It was worth it! I can come up with an answer to the experiment to prove it! We had three theories, one clean floor, eight cupcakes. Hm." I scribbled away on my parchment.

The crusaders just looked between me and  Rarity who was now standing in front of me. All that was heard was my mumbling and the sound of the quill scribbling away.

"Flick, there's no point." Scootaloo sighed; she knew we were in trouble.

"Okay Flick, I think you should lay in bed and think about what you've done, and as for you three, well the only punishment I can think of is - "

"Wait!" I called out. The last words Scootaloo spoke raced around my head.  "I got it! Like Scootaloo just said there's no POINT! There were three theories, no point and one messy floor" Everything became clear. "Three... point... one floor..." I mumbled.

Then suddenly...

"The amount of time one of the magical cupcakes can last on the floor before losing its taste is three point one four seconds!"

Pinkie and Rarity glanced at each other, and then back to me.

The crusaders did the same.

"Get it! Its 3.14 seconds! the Pinkie Pi rule!" I raised my hoof in the air with cheer. "Get it! cause it's Pi! 3.14"

"Oh no, please tell me you didn't" Rarity put her hoof to her face.

"Pinkie... Pi rule? I don't get it" Pinkie looked confusingly down at the ground.

"Flick did you really do that?" Sweetie Belle asked, her mouth as wide as Pinkie's had been moments ago.

"You did all of these pointless calculations that make no sense, just for a mathematical pun?" Rarity's words grew louder and her tone was that of disbelief.

"Um yeah!" I spoke, unsure of what would happen. "I am the son of a super smart mathematician after all!"

And then Rarity started to laugh, she giggled slightly before being unable to control the intensity of her laugh. Pinkie as you know, would laugh whenever anypony else was laughing. So pretty soon, everypony was laughing, even Pinkie who didn't understand.

"I made a pretty cool pun didn't I?" I started to laugh myself "Because three point one four, is equal to Pi and your name... is miss Pinkie PIE" I burst out laughing and fell backwards on to the bed, in fits of laughter.

So that was how I wasted an entire box of cupcakes and made a mathematical pun related to your aunt Pinkie Pie.

I lay back on the bed after finally stopping laughing; I sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"Okay now, come on everypony, I think Flick clearly needs his rest!" Rarity ushered everypony out the room.

I sat up lazily, I was so tired. Rarity turned from the doorway to face me, she walked over to me and stood at the edge of the bed facing me.

"I think you should write that letter to Princess Celestia now" She spoke softly.

"Oh Rarity I'm sorry about the mess. I should tell Princess Celestia that I've been misbehaving." I looked down at the bed sheet in shame still trying to not laugh at my own joke.

"Oh no Flick, don't worry about that, I dare say Princess Celestia would love to hear this bizarre story, no matter how random or silly a story may be, it's still a story worth telling. You're a good pony Flick; you'll know what to tell the Princess" Rarity leaned over and kissed the top of my head before slowly walking out the room. "But do get some rest for once!"

"Maybe the Princess will like my joke, maybe being funny is my talent" I whispered to myself in thought.

I'd always thought I could try being like you aunt Pinkie, try to make everypony laugh, I looked down at my blank flank and back to the parchment and quill that lay on the bed next to me.

"No matter how random or silly a story may be, it's still a story worth telling.” I repeated Rarity's words to myself.

I cast a glow on the quill and parchment and smiled to myself as I started writing.

Oh and as for dropping cupcakes? Your aunt Pinkie wanted me to tell you in the politest way possible, if you two ever do that you're not invited to any of her parties for a year. And that kids was a completely pointless part of the story.

Or was it? I told your aunt Twilight all about it the next day and... well you'll see.

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