Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare...
The stage was occupied by a beloved face known throughout all of Ponyville, smiling and giving a little wave to the canned audience applause.
Mrs. Cake...
...First, we want to express our respect for you...
Pony Joe speaks highly of you...
And we speak highly of him...
So you're cool in our book...
"Gosh, thank you very much."
Now away from the pleasantries...
Mrs. Cake...
If that is your real name...!
"Oh, well, I changed it some time ago.
Chiffon Swirl...
Eats her toast jelly side down...
"Can't remember when I last had a piece of toast, much less if it had jam on it."
We said jelly...
"Jelly, jam - both get the job done."
Chiffon Swirl...
Doesn't know the difference between jam and jelly...
"Of course I do, dearie. But I'm a baker and even I've got to admit they suit the same purpose."
Chiffon Swirl...
Should turn her apron in now...
"Alright, smart-guy. Tell me the difference between the two, hm?"
...We don't know...
"Thought so."
Mrs. Cake...
Prefers pears over apples...
"It's impossible to pick one over the other. What baker worth her sugar would count an ingredient out?"
Mrs. Cake...
Adopted the twins...
"Oh-boy-howdy! Believe you-me, I know for a fact they're not adopted."
Mrs. Cake...
Where do babies come from...?
"Umm... Well... Ask your parents, dearie."
Okay...
Cap'n, where do babies come from...?
Now you know...
Mrs. Cake...
"Didn't they ask you a question?"
I didn't hear one...
Nor did I...
Shouldn't you be getting home?
"I'm going, I'm going," Mrs. Cake cheerfully took her leave, head held high.
...So where do babies come from?
Ask your sister.