The Great and Powerful Trixie focuses inwardly, feeling her magic building inside her, ready to be channeled through her horn. "Teleportation spell... go!" she says under her breath. There is a flash and she disappears from her wagon and reappears just above a large round vat, falling into its contents with a soft splat, her hooves sinking into it slightly.
"Ewww," she says, but keeps quiet when she hears voices below.
"Yeah, this here is the cob we're gonna use to build it. It has to dry for about eight more hours, with frequent mixing, before we can start," says a stallion's voice.
Trixie approaches the edge, noting that the slimy stuff she is walking through feels like wet clay and straw. Two ponies are below her, wearing yellow hardhats.
"Alright, boss, I'll give it a good mix right now," one stallion says to the other and starts turning to climb a ladder up to the side of the vat.
Uh oh.
Trixie panics. She tries to focus on her teleportation spell, but she can't get it to work. "Teleportation spell go. Teleportation spell go! Teleportation spell GO!" she cries desperately.
"Hey! Who's up there?" the stallion says. She can hear him climbing faster. Her spell fails her and she is left awkwardly standing in the construction material. The stallion peeks his head over the side and sees her. "Hey, you! Get outta there!"
"What's the problem, Brick?" the stallion on the ground calls up.
"Well, boss, there's a, uh," Brick says, looking at Trixie, "unicorn on the cob."