"Now then sitter, when waking them up from their naps, you have to do it nice and slow," Pinkie Pie put herself at eye-level with the edge of the crib and began to lightly tap Pound Cake, who immediately woke up. He started to cry, which woke up his sister, causing her to join in the fit.
"No! Wait! Don't cry!" Said Pinkie frantically, "Mr. and Mrs. Cake said I couldn't use the bags of flower anymore! You still like funny faces, right?"
“Now now, Pinkie,” you say, “it’s like you said, just nice and slow,” you pick up the two foals and begin to slowly rock them, their crying stops and they eventually go back to their normal, cooing state.
“Whoa, how’d you do that?” Pinkie stared in wonder at your miracle working.
“Trust me,” you laugh, “When I took care of you, I dealt with much worse, you used to always get to the cookie jar and gobble down all the cookies, it was so adora...”
“Whazzat you say?” Says the pink pony who somehow has just gotten a jar of cookies.
“Uhhh... nothing,” you look towards the foals, “Now then, it’s time for your lunch.”
You put the two foals in their respective high chairs and Pumpkin Cake immediately starts to chew on her tray-table, her teeth had begun to grow in, so her chewing left behind some bite-marks, to which she giggles. Pound cake pounds at his tray table, causing it to slowly move forward.
“I think we should give them their lunch soon,” says Pinkie Pie as she holds down Pound’s chair.
You put down a plate of alfalfa on each foal’s tray. You stop each of them before they perform their respective bad habits. You grab one spoon in each hand and attempt to feed both foals at the same time, which would have been a great idea if the foals were willing to eat their vegetables, they dodged the leafy spoons multiple times, and you couldn’t keep two in control while holding two spoons, you try to stretch your arms in odd ways in hopes of catching them off guard, this results in failure as you trip and fall, losing your grip on the spoons and sending them flying. When you hit the ground, Pinkie Pie catches the ends of the spoons between her teeth. For a brief second, you catch a glimpse of the words “Sweet Catch!” written in a green, pixelated font, but you decide it was just your imagination. You wonder why you did not have Pinkie help you in the first place, so you have her feed Pound cake while you feed Pumpkin. You both have a much easier time giving each of the foals their food, besides having to pry the spoon from Pumpkin’s mouth.
The two of you finish feeding the foals in about 4 minutes, so you move on to the next course, oatmeal. Pound gives the oatmeal a look of fear, remembering the time when it landed on his head, and Pumpkin wears an expression of concern.
“Don’t worry guys,” you say in the most comforting voice you can muster, “it’s just oatmeal. It won’t hurt you. Unless it lands on your head.”
“Or if it’s filled with oatmeal-sharks!” Pinkie Pie butts in, “or oatmeal-alligators.”
“What?” You say.
“Oatmeal-sharks and oatmeal-gators, or even worse, the rare oatmeal shark-gator!” Pinkie pie pulls gummy (who is sporting a fake shark fin on his back) out of Pumpkin Cake’s oatmeal, Pinkie giggles and Pumpkin makes a face of disgust.
“Okay,” you say awkwardly, “thank you for letting me know that I need to get some new oatmeal now.”
A short trip to the fridge later and you place new oatmeal on Pumpkin’s tray as well as some generic baby food for Pound since he made it quite clear that he was too scared to eat the oatmeal. You move the spoon towards Pumpkin Cake’s mouth, but suddenly the spoon glows blue. The spoon forces itself upwards until you lose your grip, it hovers for a second or two before it stops glowing and falls on the tray.
“Pinkie, how exactly can she do that?”
“It’s magic, duh. Think of it as a magic-spasm.”
You sigh, “Pinkie, Unicorn magic works purely off determination. Foals may not have developed ‘control’ over magic, which lets them amplify it greatly, but they pretty much run off of ‘drive’. That’s why foals can do magic, sort of a ‘noponys told them they can’t’ sort of thing. That said, Pumpkin’s got the most absurd level of control I’ve ever heard of.”
Pinkie completely skips explaining the situation, “Of well, at least foals lose their flying and magic at two months old.”
You finish feeding the twins their oatmeal and baby-food in about 6 minutes and there were luckily no more spasms from Pumpkin. You and Pinkie Pie give each foal a juice box, which they each quickly slurp down. Pinkie gives each of them a cupcake for dessert, you worry that they will grow up to have an intense sugar dependency, growing up in a bakery and all, but that does not stop you from accepting a cupcake as well.
You lift the foals out of their high chairs and you and Pinkie carry them to their play-pen. Pound Cake immediately starts to mash some foam blocks and Pumpkin starts to chew on a plush cat. You move the toys away from the foals and you, once again, explain to them that they should not do those things. The foals give a happy nod, which is what they always do; they will probably go right back to pounding and chewing within the next half-hour.
Suddenly, your phone rings, startling Pinkie and making her literally jump ten feet in the air. The foals giggle. Your phone is making “TARDIS" noises meaning it’s from your boss.
“Hello?”
Your boss is quick in explaining to you the importance of studying for your next job. Your boss is right too, you have never dealt with changelings before aside from watching season two’s finale, so you don’t have that big of an idea what your up against.
“Sorry Pinkie,” you say, “but I have to be going now, see you around,” you walk towards your time machine and tell your boss that you are leaving now, but Pinkie jumps in front of you.
“Wait!” Pinkie Pie shoves a “Monopony” board in your face, “you promised we’d play!”
Pinkies worried face changes to an expression of suspicion.
“Wait a second,” she says, “Your tryin’ to shirk your work aren’t you? I take it you don’t want to take care of these two foals some more, well you have a job to do, and you’d better get too it buster!”
You hear your boss laughing on the other end, who then gives you permission to stay longer. Looks like you’ll be here for a while.g