[Soft gentle music could be heard as it shows the inside of a bedroom. As the sun rises, a bleary Pinkie Pie crawls out of bed. She drags herself labourously towards the kitchen where she pulls out a tube of frosting.

Taking a dollop, her flat hair explodes into full awareness as she rises up screaming.]

REGULAR! ORDINARY! PONYVILLE MEAL TIME!

BREAKFAST OF FUDGY CHAMPIONS!

IN SWENGLISH!

[Pinkie slams the tray down, ingredient after ingredient.]

2 CUPS WHITE OR YELLOW CAKE MIX!

2 CUPS POWDERED SUGAR!

1 STICK BUTTER! Cut... INTO 4 PIECES!

[Pinkie hefted a battle axe and sliced the butter with three clean chops.]

1 CUP MILK!

[She ripped open the top and poured a cup, and then guzzled the rest.]

1/2 CUP WHITE CHOCOLATE CHIPS! 1/2 CUP SPRINKLES! BUT THIS ISN'T EPIC, THIS IS ORDINARY! WE'LL JUST EAT WHAT'S LEFT!

[And Pinkie raised the sprinkles and chocolate, only to get a cleared throat from Mrs. Cake who was staring at her, with coffee cup. Pinkie reluctantly lowered it down.]

In a microwave proof mixing bowl, combine dry cake mix and powdered sugar!

[She poured and then raised a hoof.] PUNCH IT! [And the world exploded into flour.]

Add in butter and milk. Don't even think about mother[quack]ing stirring!

Then you just microwave for 2 minutes!

[Cut to Pinkie watching the batter bubble.]

MIX IT GOOD! [And she spun the bowl on a DJ Turn Table.]

Okay that's enough of that. ONTO THE GOOD PART! Once Wubbed, add in white chocolate chips. AND THEN WUB AGAIN!

AHEM.

Or just stir.

[Cut to Pinkie quietly stirring.]

Fold in about half the sprinkles. Don't even bother measuring. This is chocolate we're making after all.

[And she folds the mix like a sheet.]

Now then spread the fudge into a 8x8 greased pan. Add remaining sprinkles to top, and gently press down. Or if you're like me...! [And she smacks it with a mallet.]

Now just refrigerate until completely chilled.

[Pinkie is seen eating a normal breakfast, doing the dishes, cleaning up the kitchen, and repairing the broken counter she battle axed.]

DING.

Oooh it's done! Just cut into 1 inch pieces and SERVE! Dinner is served!

Next time, we eat Applejack... tarts.

[It's been a long month for a lot of ponies, and while beating up on dummies and such was well and good, sometimes that wasn't everypony's cup of tea, as it were. So it was that at some point this past week, Nephenee remembered a plan that Morgan and her had been thinking up since February...so she figured that would be a nice way to get ponies' minds onto happy things.

Too bad she had exhausted her social reserves tending to others last week. So while it was her scroll, others wouldn't see much of her. To be fair, the visual comes on with her in the frame, but she's kind of blushy and hiding behind her bangs and tapping her hooves like a human might tap their fingers.]

U-uh, hi, y'all. So, um, Morgan an' Ah've been t-talkin' for awhile 'bout somethin', a-an'... [Nope nope nope. Can't do this right now. Not enough social energy.] H-here, Ah'll let him explain!

[It's all said very quickly, and she grabs the evergreen stallion from off-screen and shoves him into view while switching places with him.]

So I'm here to explain about Nephenee, the amazing and glorious Sentinel. Many of you have noticed how sweet and kind she is, and many of you have noticed how cute and beautiful she is, but I'm here to tell you that man, you all have no idea how cute and beautiful AND sweet and kind and AMAZING she is --

[And from off 'camera', there's a familiar squeaking noise of protest, and a beach ball hurls into view, bouncing off his noggin.]

M-Morgan!

Oh! Right. So anyway, the beautiful, cute, sweet, kind Nephenee had an idea that we should have a beach party -- one last hurrah for summer before the weather changes. Or, uh, is changed.

[From off camera:] Dates! Signups!

...I need to sign up to date you now?

[Nephenee noises, and another, harder beach ball gets lobbed at him. He gracefully gets out of the way of it.]

Oh right! We'd appreciate some help with bringing supplies like food, helping with cleanup, and stuff like that. We could use a bunch of watermelons and a stick to whack 'em with, coolers and picnic baskets, blankets, towels, a volleyball net... and people to come to the beach, of course! It starts next Monday and will run through Wednesday, so we'll get some camping action in there too. Beach fires and s'mores and stuff.

[And finally the mare gets her courage back and sidles back into the frame, still a little nervous.]

J-jus' let one of us know if ya got any questions or wanna sign-up! We hope to see folks there!