"You know, at first I thought it was pretty cute that an alligator was given the name 'Gummy', but now I think that it's just because it looks like you don't have any teeth." Sneakie said as she stroked Gummy's back.
The impostor held Pinkie's diary in her other hoof, chuckling to herself every other minute. "This... is pretty funny. But, seriously, this pony is not well-" The identity thief was cut off by a loud thumping noise coming from the stairs by her new bedroom.
"Hey, take it easy!" Came Pinkie's muffled voice. Sneakie went to the door to see what all the commotion was about.
"Couldn't you have gotten into the box at the top of the stairs?" Mr. Cake asked.
"She might have seen us!" Pinkie said, her blue eyes growing bigger. Mr. Cake sighed from relief as they finally made it to Pinkie's bedroom.
Mr. Cake, dressed as a mail-pony, held a clipboard. Beside him was a cardboard box with two small eye-holes, revealing Pinkie's eyes inside. Mr. Cake knocked on Pinkie's (Err, Sneakie's) door and waited for her to open it.
"Hey, Mr. Cake, nice costume!" Sneakie said, noticing the yellow stallion behind the false mustache and mail-pony uniform.
"Uh, I'm the delivery stallion, I-" Mr. Cake said in a new voice, in which was extremely muffled and high-pitched.
"Oh, I get it! But come on, the mustache does look good on you- you should grow one."
"Really? Thanks."
"And I assume that's Pinkie, in that box right there." Sneakie pointed a hoof at what was supposedly a package for Sneakie.
"Quick! She's onto us! Smother her with your big, yellow hooves!" Pinkie shouted as she tipped the box over.
"Uh, no, I won't be- what is that smell?" Mr. Cake looked into Sneakie's room, and saw that Pinkie's easy-bake oven was on.
"Oh, nothing really. I just made a loaf of bread- Mallorca Sweet Bread. It really is such a sweet treat, you know. Did I mention it's topped with a light coat of powdered sugar? You should try it- found this recipe in Pinkie's cookbook. You know, the one you got for the birthday two years ago. Did she ever make this for you? I doubt it- all she eats is cookies, cake, and candy. Nothing much in the grain area, I suppose. Come right in, kind stallion- I've got extra to share. Then when we're done, I've got a whole gallon of ice cream."
"Carrot Cake! Don't do it!" Pinkie's mumbled voice came from the box.
"It has powdered sugar, Pinkie. I love powdered sugar." Mr. Cake, as if he was a zombie, absent-mindedly walked into Sneakie's bedroom.
Sneakie closed the door behind them.
Pinkie ripped the box and finally broke free. "Darn it, Carrot! You own a bakery! Eat something down there!" Pinkie was becoming more ticked by the minute.
Pinkie put her ears up to the door and listened in on their conversation.
"Wow... how did you get this bread so soft?" Mr. Cake asked.
"Well, my last identity was a baker in Manehattan."
Suddenly, Pinkie saw Gummy trying to squeeze out of the door below. She picked hi up, and whispered, "Gummy, listen- here's what you are going to do. Go over to fake Pinkie- and this part is important, so listen carefully- I need you to scratch her- scratch her as hard as you can! Then eat her! I will be myself again! Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Pinkie suddenly stopped herself.
What am I doing? I'm not evil- other Pinkie is! She thought. Sitting Gummy back down and pushing him under the crack of her door, she listened again.
"Gummy! What are you doing?!" Mr. Cake screamed.
Oh no, what have I done? Pinkie began to feel regret.
"I'll rip it up for him- then he will be able to eat it." Sneakie's voice said. She sounded... calm?
"Are you sure you're willing to do that?"
"Of course! Gummy can eat some of the bread too, can't he? He is my pet now, after all."
Pinkie sighed from relief as she realized that Gummy had not been harming Sneakie, but trying to eat the bread. After careful thinking, Pinkie decided it would be best to walk into her bedroom and talk things out with Sneakie. She reached out for the door handle. It was locked.
"This isn't over, Sneakie. This isn't over." Pinkie Pie mumbled.