"Quit your bitching." Church said while his laughter subsided.
"Hey man, you would be shitting yourself too if you saw what I saw." Tucker said.
"It was a fucking dream." Church said. "Get over it."
"You're pretty helpful, you know that?" Tucker said sarcastically.
"Didn't you need to work there to get some money for something or other?" Church asked.
"Well, yeah." Tucker said.
"So you, rather than actually do shit, ran away because of a nightmare?" Church asked. "I thought you had no fears."
Tucker glared at Church and sighed. "Are you saying I overreacted?"
"No, I'm saying that you're a fucking idiot." Church said.
Spike then exited Twilight’s room, stretching his arms and yawning. He made his way to the top of the stairs and looked at the pair of arguing stallions. "What are you two yelling about?"
"Tucker over here had a bad dream." Church said.
"What was it about?" Spike asked.
"He said it was about Pinkie turning ponies into cupcakes." Church replied. "He had to go to Pinkie’s and help her do stuff but she said something and it sent him running."
"Pinkie turning ponies into cupcakes?" Spike said, scratching his head. "Sounds pretty scary."
"See?" Tucker yelled.
"I'll admit, it sounds fucked up." Church said. "But would you have ran away if presented by some semblance of a nightmare you had the night before?"
"Well, I would feel a bit nervous..." Spike started. "But I don't think I have ran. I may be small, but I'm no coward."
"I'm not a coward either." Tucker mumbled.
"Prove it." Church said. "Go back and help out and try not to pussy out this time."
"Fine." Tucker said.
Tucker slammed the door and started making his back to Sugarcube Corner.
"You would have run too, wouldn't you?" Church asked curiously.
"Yeah." Spike said. "Would you?"
"Probably." Church chuckled. "But Tucker is just too fun to piss off."
Tucker arrived at Sugarcube Corner after a couple minutes of walking. When he got there, he noticed that the door was ajar. He slowly walked in and looked around.
"Yo, anybody here?" Tucker called out.
Tucker got no answer so he sighed. He made his way around the counter and into the kitchen. He looked in the oven, where he saw a couple trays of cupcakes baking. Tucker then heard some muffled noise from his left, causing him to jump away, turning quickly, not sure what to expect. However, the room was empty. The sound appeared to come from a door that had been left slightly ajar.
"Caboose, you down there?" Tucker asked.
"Tucker, help me." Rainbow Dash called out in a strained voice.
Tucker ran down the stairs and looked around. Well, tried to look around, but the room was completely dark.
"Hello Tucker!" Caboose said happily.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Caboose?" Tucker asked angrily.
"We're making cupcakes." Caboose said. "Would you like one?"
"No I wouldn't like one. Where are you?"
"Hang on a sec." Pinkie said.
The lights then turned on and Tucker slam his eyes shut for a second. He quickly opened them again and saw Pinkie standing on a step ladder with a light bulb in her hoof. He then looked down and saw Rainbow Dash wiping flour off her face.
"What happened?" Tucker asked, confused.
"Well, there was no room anywhere else so we came down here to finish up with the cupcakes." Pinkie said. "But when we came down the lights went pop."
"Oh." Tucker laughed.
"Where did you run to?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"I needed to talk to Church for a minute." Tucker said.
"Oh, I thought it had something to do with your bad dream." Rainbow Dash said.
"Pft, no, of course not." Tucker said with a weak laugh. "I may be a lot of things, but a coward I am not."
"Well you seemed pretty shaken up by it." Rainbow Dash said.
The oven upstairs then made a dinging noise.
"The last batch is done!" Pinkie said, running up the stairs.
After a couple seconds Pinkie then ran back down with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes.
"So Tucker, are you finally going to help or are you going to run off again?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Yeah I'll help." Tucker said, looking over the cupcakes. "How many did you guys make?
"Twelve dozen." Pinkie said, placing the tray down on the table. "Let's get crackin'!"
Tucker nodded and grabbed some icing and started sloppily lapping it onto the cupcakes.
"That's too much!" Pinkie said.
"Oh, okay." Tucker said, scraping most of the icing off.
"Now that's too little. Haven't you ever made cupcakes before?" Pinkie asked.
"No. I don't see what the big deal is about how much icing we put on." Tucker said.
"Well if you put too much on it's too sweet, and if you don't put on enough it doesn't taste sweet at all!" Pinkie said. "You need just the right amount to make them perfect."
"Of course." Tucker muttered, trying to put on the right amount of icing. "Y'know, this doesn't seem like a lot of work."
"That's because you left before we did the actual cooking." Rainbow Dash said.
"Hey, I told you I'm not a good cook." Tucker said. "Besides, it's not like we're cooking prime ribs here or anything..."
"What's a 'prime rib'?" Pinkie asked.
"You're kidding, right?" Pinkie shook her head. "Well, if it isn't one nightmare after another." Tucker muttered.
After a few more minutes of putting icing on the cupcakes, Pinkie collected them all and started to put them into a large box.
"Alright, so we're done?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah, you're done." Pinkie said. "Oh right, you need the bits for those tickets. Silly me. Stay right here."
Pinkie then ran up the stairs and grabbed a small envelope and gave it to Rainbow Dash.
"Thanks Pinkie." Rainbow Dash said. "Who ordered these anyways? Seems like a lot for one pony."
"I don't know." Pinkie said. Pinkie grabbed a piece of paper and looked at it. "It looks like its going to the Cloudasseum to be sold at a concession stand. What a coinkeydink. Maybe when you guys are there you'll end up having some!"
"I doubt it." Tucker said. "I don't think I'll ever eat a cupcake again."