"Oh, no. No no no no NOO no! This cant be happening." Twilight Sparkle frantically rummaged through the fridge. "Spike, come here, I want you!" she shouted as loudly as possible, shaking some leaves from the branches of her library tree.
A few second and a muffled thud latter Spike came running through the door, one claw covering a bused eye. "Whats, huh, wrong, Twilight?" he huffed, trying to catch his breath. "Did Pinkie steal all our spoons again or something?"
"Spike," The frantic mare said, levitating an empty jar in front of her number one assistant, "its empty!"
"Um, yes. Yes it is," Spike confirmed dryly. Only then did he happen to read the label. "Raspberry..." he said thoughtfully. "Wait, we're out of jam?" The tension in his voice reached new heights as he realized the implications of the situation.
"Yes, Spike. We're out of jam," Twilight replied, panic in her eyes.
"A-Are you sure?" Spike began to shrink away from the jar in terror.
"Yes, Spike. I checked the entire kitchen eleven times," Twilight said, setting the jar down on the counter. "One of us is going to have to go to," she gulped and the kitchen seamed to darken, the light trying to escape what was about to be said, "Hew's jelly shop."