Second Gobstopper [Visual]

[samplemygoods]

[It had been a meat grinder of a month. While her experiment at the Running of the Leaves was mostly a failure - though it did have people asking about changelings or clones, again, to her amusement - she'd been on a pretty steady diet of coffee and less sleep than she should be getting in order to get Skyfire's order ready while still keeping up with the busy Nightmare Night season. But finally - and with time to spare, even - it was done. Everything from the taffy to the toffee to the chocolate to the butterscotch was made and seperated into neat little piles, with even a decently sized pile of candy corn and an equally sized pile of licorice of varying colors and flavors. All in all, it was a job far too well done, and she had to say she was impressed with herself! Everything was in order, even that suspicious empty space where she'd kept a small mountain of jawbreakers!

...wait.

A single lock of Bon Bon's hair falls out of place.]

[When the scroll turns on, Bon Bon is doing her best to not look panicked and she's actually doing a pretty decent job, if you ignore the slight twitching and the rumpled mane that suggests a sudden rapid loss of sanity.]

Pinkie. Pinkies. Pink party pony plural. We. We kind of have... We kind of have a...

Look, I don't know if you've learned some of the terms that I share with the Cakes, but we have a Code: Sad Trombone here.

[That would be "I think parasprites have invaded the store and eaten a significant portion of my stock and some poor little filly will have a ruined birthday party if we can't replace it but I've had so much coffee that I could pass out for a week on end at any moment", if either Pinkie Pie recognizes the vernacular.]

And... to all the other people ponies new old whatever in Ponyville... uh. I... candymakers. If any of you are candymakers I could use some help maybe. Hopefully. Please?

[She's having a slight problem making words work, it seems. That said, she very quietly ends the (public) message there.]


[Private: Teddie/Kyouko]
[A minute later, she sends a private message to her two bear employees.]

I'm not... I'm not trying to accuse or anything, but if either of you decided to get... an... an advance payment, on your pay, or something, or snuck some stock... I... could you please let me know? I promise if you tell me, I'll only scream and have a nervous breakdown a little.

The stuff in the kitchen was supposed to be for Skyfire. You... you know. The big dragon? The one that's big? And also may have been a robot? Big robot dragon?

I don't know if he's gonna eat me if I don't have the whole order ready for this party and I think that's reason to freak out a little bit.

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[sailorlaughter]

Oh! Oh oh oh! Okay!

What do you need?

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[samplemygoods]

Do you think you can make about two hundred jawbreakers in a week?

[...considering jawbreakers usually take about two weeks of slow heating and cooling to get right, it miiiight be less reality-shattering to figure out an alternative.]

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[sailorlaughter]

Well, the other me's not here right now, and I haven't really TOTALLY got the whole time-travel thing down yet...

[She could probably have made them right now if you didn't point out the logical inconsistencies, Bon Bon.]

Does it have to be jawbreakers?

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[samplemygoods]

[Sorry, logic-bombing Pinkie Pies is the worst sleep dep habit.]

Well, we've... got pretty much everything else still here, albeit in smaller portions. Unless you think you could come and see something we're missing?

[sailorlaughter]

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[sailorlaughter]

[sailorlaughter]

Do you have Pop Rocks?

[samplemygoods]

I thought the mayor banned Ponyville residents from making those after Berry's house caught on fire.

[Don't mix pop rocks and gin.]

[sailorlaughter]

...wait, really? That never happened in MY Ponyville...

[And no one's been stopping her from making those literally since she came here. Oops?]

[samplemygoods]

...Huh. Maybe she repealed the ban. Or you've been selling black market candy.

[You know, whichever is funnier.]

Though now that you mention it, I don't have any rock candy, since I've generally left that to the expert herself... [Which means the native Pinkie, if that wasn't obvious.]

That'd probably actually be a good emergency replacement, now that I think about it!

[sailorlaughter]

Oh! That's good too! I can totally do that in NO time!

[We'll just address the possible black-market Pop Rocks later. Or never.]

[samplemygoods]

Thanks, Pinkie.

[Don't worry, Pinkie Pie. She'll iron out that Pop Rocks thing for you if you want. Hopefully.]

I didn't mean for this to happen on such short notice.

[sailorlaughter]

Of course you didn't, silly! You can't PLAN for mystery candy eaters! See, that's why I keep emergency stashes of things, so even if I'm not prepared for something?

I'm TOTALLY prepared!

[samplemygoods]

Candy isn't something you can keep in an emergency stash. Unless it's ribbon candy, but nobody seems to like that any more.

Even if you did, you'd risk getting your emergency stashes eaten by parasprites or ants.

[sailorlaughter]

Really? That never happens to ME! Maybe you aren't stashing it right!

[Pinkie not everyone can stash things in hammerspace]

[samplemygoods]

Unlike you, when I stash candy under a rug, you can still see the candy under the rug.

[Basically exactly what your brackets said, Pinkie.]

[sailorlaughter]

Oh!

...well, maybe stick it in a box first?