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// Piece the 6th: Ballad of the Bouncy Baker 
// Story: Silly Song of Silver Snow 
// by I Thought I Was Toast 
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Sugercube Corner was a complete disaster.
The Cakes had run out, leaving Pinkie the master,
And Pinkie had interesting ways to make sweets a lot faster,
Even while having two foals to look after.

She sang, and she danced, as she gambled about.
Treats were piled sky high, shuddering as if gravity was in doubt.
Bubbles of gum drifted through the sugary air.
Chocolate fountains were filled with gummy fish for some flair.

Peppermint sticks stood tall and teetering.
Gumdrops rained from pipes in the ceiling.
The scent of fresh cookies left one reeling.
It was a sugary world foals would find quite appealing.

Applebloom stared at it all.  Her mouth watering fierce.
The sheer joy of the place almost brought her to tears.
She’d come to ask Pinkie for ice for their quest.
At the sight of the store, however, put her focus to the test.

“You want the whozibouts of what?” asked the baker in question.
Applebloom startled for one second before coming back to attention.
She’d been watching the toy soldiers behind Pinkie bake a confection,
While ovens popped and fizzled and did too many other things to mention.

“Ah need some ice,” said the filly airily.
She’d just seen the toy airplanes driven by mice squeaking merrily.
They were ferrying sweets about the room in a hurry.
They wove through clouds of cotton candy hanging from the ceiling without a worry.

“Oh! Are you making snow too?” said the silly pink mare.
“I tried to make some but it’s too hard to prepare!”
“It didn’t help that Gummy just wouldn’t care.”
“He wouldn’t even come out of his little lair.”

“Gummy has a lair?” asked little Applebloom.
She was currently watching a train cart mini party cannons about the room.
There was a flash of confetti here and there,
But mostly pastries flew everywhere.

“Why wouldn’t he have a lair, silly?” retorted Pinkie with a grin.
“He hides in the walls, and likes listening in.”
“Right now, however, he’s out visiting kin.”
“He said something about a staring contest to win.”

Applebloom gazed in awe as Pinkie led her into the kitchen.
She never thought she’d see something so bewitching.
It was a frosted wonderland of ice cream scenery.
Pinkie had made a complete model of the town, down to every last eatery.

“So, you never said what the ice was for!” Pinkie said with a giggle.
“I think you got distracted by the house a little.”
Applebloom woke again from her sugary dreams.
There was mint ice cream, cherry ice cream, even gingerbread ice cream, it seems.

“We’re building snow, just like ya said.”
“We’ll be up all night, can’t even go to bed.”
Applebloom said all this with a shake of her head.
“We shoulda picked something easier instead.”

“Nonsense!” said Pinkie with way too much glee.
“If you think you can’t make it, I’ll let you use my secret weapon, coffee!”
“I only use it in emergency, since it makes me even more me than normal.”
“On you, however, I think an exception can be made without too much of a quarrel.”

The pink mare giggled and chortled as they trotted through the frost.
“Besides,” she said, “without the extra energy I think you’d be lost.”
“At least your goal is worth the cost.”
“You’ll be making snow like such a boss!”

They finally reached the freezer without a fuss.
It was blocked by a vanilla flavored, life-size Princess Celestia bust.
Pinkie chattered on as she slid the bust across the room.
Constantly babbling encouragement to Applebloom.

“You really can do it, despite what you think.”
So said the pink mare after giving Applebloom something hot to drink.
The filly’s doubts now replaced by a smile that refused to sink.
She left the bakery with thoughts now colored rosy pink.