Pinkie had been stuck for hours in place guarding the priceless MMMM (though hopefully not prizeless), her senses still sharp as the first watch turn (she was up at her fourth, each time swapping with herself), when suddenly a talon slithered from above her, towards the pastry composition. Pinkie was quick in deflecting it with a well-placed hoof.
"Ouch!" the figure said.
Pinkie turned to discover Gustav le Grand, donning a dark cape. "Get your claws off that cake, you cur!" She shouted and pointed a hoof at the griffin culprit, who promptly grabbed her with both talons at the barrel and dashed for the cabin door.
He realized only up close, in the penumbra of the room, that the glass of the door had been cut in a circle, from which a small golf-like ball was thrown. It exploded at Gustave's feet, releasing a green gas, but the griffin was quicker in covering his beak with his cape (shielding the pink pony on his chest too in the process).
As the smoke dissipated, Gustave allowed himself an evil laugh and a mustache twirl. "Ohohohoho, your master plan is defeated, mon ami'! Show yourself and fi-"
The door slammed open, dazing and hiding from view both Gustave and hitchhiker; circling stars were visible just behind the bottom of the glass pane.
Con Mane walked stylishly, eyes closed, right up to the MMMM, and with both front hooves pulled his bow-tie, releasing a spray which highlighted the laser traps in place around it.
He reached for the mirror in his pockets, but just as he was closing in to his prey, a shadow behind him forcefully applied a frying pan to his head, knocking him down with a *clang*.
The donkey ninja jumped down from the ceiling doing three loops, and unsheathed her trusty ninjatÅ, focused entirely on her objective, the cake.
"MULIA MILE!" A high voice ringed from behind the door, grinding the ninja's gears to a halt. "You will not be permitted to slice up, carve, or othervwise redecorate improperly the MMMM," she said that with a moan of delight, "as long as the Stealth Mare is on the case!" A pink pony in a black sweater and mask jumped out, donning orange night-vision goggles.
The ninja braced herself as her opponent jumped on her, initiating a catfight. Soon the other two recovered from their daze, had a menacing, teeth-bared glance at each other, and soon joined the fray with the other two.
Several seconds of incoherent shouts, dust, hair-pulling and confusion were interrupted by the door slamming open once again.
"JUST WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?" Shouted a pissed, bed-maned Twilight Sparkle from the edge of the disaster zone.
The four immediately stopped, though entangled in each other's grips and frozen stances. "Errr... he started it!" pointed the Stealth Mare at Gustave le Mond, who for himself looked terribly offended. "Miss Pie, I would like to remind you that-"
"I DON'T CARE WHO STARTED IT!" Twilight reestablished order once again by way of overpowering decibels. "Just... What are you all doing here in the middle of the night??"
Of the four, Pinkie was the less inhibited to answer. "Duh, sabotaging each other's pastries, of course."
Twilight hung her jaw in disbelief. "...But for what reason? Couldn't you just wait until tomorrow and let the judges decide?"
Pinkie shook her head and gave the unicorn the compassionate, condescending look. "Oh Twilight, there's still so much you have to learn about of competitive bakery."
Twilight's left eye twitched. "So what, are you just going to... what, continue fighting?"
They exchanged looks briefly, before nodding in unison.
Twilight was grinding her teeth, her reason failing to process properly, as some of her hair shot up even more. "Well, ALL RIGHT! So I suppose I can come back here in the morning and see if there's ANYTHING LEFT OF ANY OF THIS! Make sure to leave some in plates!" She shouted as she slammed the door behind her, leaving them alone once again.
The four stood in silence for a while, staring at the door for eventual further interruptions.
"Er.... So, where were we?" Mulia Mild said.
"I think Con Mane was about to throw an explosive donut onto the ground," offered Gustave.
"Ooooh, yeah, I was, here's it right here," Con Mane said as he showed the baked weapon in his hoof.
"Oh, ohohohohoh!" Joined pinkie, hoof shot up in the air. "Think I can incorporate a diving kick once you get the smoke going?"
"Uh, I don't see why not," said Mulia.
"GREAT!" said Pinkie, and the fight resumed.