[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "It's time to show these ponies what true perfection looks like," thought Beauty Belle before entering.

      "She looks like a nice pony for our town," remarked Galapeño.

      "Welcome, Mrs. Beauty Belle. I'm Eduardo and I trust you'll obey the rules here and treat everyone equally?" interrupted Eduardo.

      "So tell me. Who's this big boy you're with all the time?" asked Beauty Belle.

      "His name is Truffle Delight. He's rather girly but I love him all the same. Just FYI, Beauty Belle, we're not entirely keen of you," explained Mocha.

      "You don't like me? Get used to it because there's plenty more where that came from," smirked Beauty Belle.

      "Would you excuse us for a second?" asked Mocha.

      "Certainly," replied Beauty Belle as the others walk away.

      "We have to show Eduardo her true nature," urged Mocha.

      "We need to catch her in the act and film it," suggested Galapeño.

      "Good idea. I'll bet she loves being on camera, similar to Jasmine, only without a care for anyone else," remarked Mocha.

      "Allow me," suggested Jasmine as she got out her camera and headed back down to Belly Beach.

      "Everything okay? You all seemed rather tense," noted Beauty Belle.

      "Don't worry about that. I'd like to do an interview with you if you're up for it," replied Jasmine.

      "Ah! So you do understand perfection is a Beauty Belle exclusive. Fire away," reacted Beauty Belle.

      "So where'd this belief of perfection come from?" asked Jasmine.

      "I had some of it and my mom gave me the rest. I just sort of blew it out of proportion to fit myself," explained Beauty Belle.

      "Would you ever consider donating to worthy causes?" asked Jasmine.

      "Hardly, though I do fancy getting others to give me money in a variety of ways. All I need are my good looks and others just drop the cash," replied Beauty Belle.

      "One more question. What would you do if you were not perfect?" asked Jasmine.

      "Not perfect? Unthinkable but since you asked, I'd probably be one of you," replied Beauty Belle.

      "Thank you for your time, Beauty Belle. You truly define perfection," finished Jasmine before walking off.

      "Glad someone finally got it," concluded Beauty Belle. *In Eduardo's office...*

      "Eduardo, we have to talk to you. Look at this footage," said Mocha firmly. *Eduardo views the footage.*

      "Good heavens! She really is as bad as you all said she was. Now I'll set things right," said Eduardo before heading back. *At Belly Beach...*

      "Oh another pony to praise me. Bring it on," thought Beauty Belle.

      "Beauty Belle. I'm going to have to ask you to leave," requested Eduardo.

      "So you don't appreciate me for my weight?" questioned Beauty Belle.

      "It's your behavior that's the problem. You'll have to go now," corrected Eduardo.

      "Rest assured that this isn't the end of the story, Eduardo," remarked Beauty Belle before walking away.

*At the security fence...*

      "It's time to show these ponies what true perfection looks like," thought Beauty Belle before entering.

      "She looks like a nice pony for our town," remarked Galapeño.

      "Especially with the extra weight. She's gotta be around 150," added Mocha.

      "Thanks for the compliments, girls. I guess you truly do understand what perfection looks like," replied Beauty Belle.

      "We don't see ourselves as perfect but we accept each other for who we are," corrected Mocha.

      "Good because I want you all to know that I am perfection," remarked Beauty Belle.

      "Um not to be rude but no one can be perfection. It doesn't work that way," protested Pop Drops.

      "Of course it does. Perfection is something you're born with. Either you have it or you don't. It seems to me you all have this misguided belief on appearance," replied Beauty Belle.

      "Welcome, Mrs. Beauty Belle. I'm Eduardo and I trust you'll obey the rules here and treat everyone equally?" interrupted Eduardo.

      "Of course, Eduardo," answered Beauty Belle.

      "Eduardo, she's not being honest. She's been lecturing us on how perfect she is," whispered Mocha.

      "Oh I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. I'll monitor things just in case," assured Eduardo before walking away.

      "Don't be upset. It's natural to want to be perfect but unfortunately, it's out of your reach," sneered Beauty Belle before walking away.

      "Something's not right with her. Either this is her true belief or someone's messed with her head," whispered Floaty Spin.

      "I hope she doesn't make fun of me," admitted Truffle. *That night...*

      "Eduardo," called Beauty Belle.

      "Yes, Beauty Belle?" asked Eduardo.

      "Apologies but where will I be sleeping? Someone like me needs special accommodations," answered Beauty Belle.

      "Of course. You can spend the night with me at my mansion. I'll get housing built tomorrow," assured Eduardo before taking Beauty Belle home with him. *The next day...*

      "I hope she's better today," muttered Mocha.

      "Me too. I'm starting to have a hard time with her mentally," agreed Pop Drops. *Beauty Belle sees them and walks up to them.*

      "Ladies. Can I join you on this fine day?" asked Beauty Belle.

      "Sure I guess," shrugged Galapeño.

      "So tell me. Who's this big boy you seem to be with all the time?" asked Beauty Belle.

      "His name is Truffle Delight. He's rather girly but I love him all the same. Just FYI, Beauty Belle, we're not entirely keen of you," explained Mocha.

      "Really? How fascinating. How does someone like him get into being girly? Oh and you don't like me? Well get used to it because there's plenty more where that came from as perfection is mine and mine alone," smirked Beauty Belle.

To be continued...

*At Sweetie Heart's house...*

      "We should say hello to the other ponies," suggested Mrs. Heart.

      "Saying hello is what everyone does. I want our greeting to be unique," protested Sweetie Heart.

      "Well then how do you propose we do it?" asked Mr. Heart.

      "I'm not sure yet. Don't worry. I'll think of something," replied Sweetie Heart. *2 hours later...*

      "Anything yet, dear?" asked her mom.

      "Not yet, mom. I'll just go outside to see if I can come up with anything," answered Sweetie Heart before heading out. *Outside...*

      "She looks new," remarked Mocha.

      "I think she is new," corrected Galapeño.

      "Um excuse me. Do you need help with something?" asked Mocha.

      "No thanks. I got it," assured Sweetie Heart.

      "Okay. See you later then," called Mocha before the others walk away.

      "I'm not sure she does have it, whatever it is," whispered Galapeño. *An hour later...*

      "What about a greeting with the belly?" asked Mr. Heart.

      "Not bad, but I'm not sure that's enough. I'm sure someone out there did or does that already. Wait a minute. What about booty-to-booty? That I doubt others have done before because it's an unusual thing to do, more than belly-to-belly," thought Sweetie Heart before rushing inside.

      "What's the rush? Find an idea?" questioned Mr. Heart.

      "I sure did. We can greet others booty-to-booty. I don't think anyone has even tried or thought of this one before. It'll be sexy and unique," explained Sweetie Heart.

      "Do you think the residents here will like it?" asked Mrs. Heart.

      "We won't know unless we try. Let's go greet the residents," answered Sweetie Heart before the trio step outside.

      "Hello. Are you folks new?" asked Eduardo.

      "We sure are and we'd like to say hello back our way," answered Sweetie Heart.

      "How so?" asked Eduardo.

      "Booty-to-booty," answered Mrs. Heart.

      "What a unique greeting, and sexy too," remarked Eduardo.

      "I'd love to try," admitted Mocha.

      "Let's all say hello their way," suggested Galapeño.

      "We'd be honored," agreed Mr. Heart before a line formed. *30 minutes later...*

      "There's a lot of ponies here but they sure love our greeting," remarked Sweetie Heart.

      "I'll say. That was the best greeting I've ever done," agreed Mocha.

      "You're quite the pony to do it with," added Sweetie Heart.

      "Yup. 200 lb worth," nodded Mocha.

      "Wow. I could feel that jiggle when we greeted," recalled Mrs. Heart.

      "Yeah. My rump is the biggest and is 10 lb on its own," stated Mocha.

      "Must be quite a sight to watch," added Mr. Heart.

      "So is Sweet Aroma's, when she's not falling down of course," noted Galapeño.

      "Sounds like our greeting fits right at home here," concluded Sweetie Heart.

*At Flippy Dove Treat's house...*

      "Today marks the 20th Bellyversary of the War of Fattrition. I'll never forget how awful things used to be when fat was outlawed and anyone found guilty of exposing it was arrested and locked up. To think that was the same town we have today, but with higher restraints. It began 20 years ago in early Pudgyville, where it was known as Skinnyville and was run by a trio of anti-fat ponies that aimed to keep everyone fit and trim for future conflicts," recalled Flippy. *20 years ago...*

      "Welcome to Skinnyville. You will obey all rules posted here and they will be enforced. We do not tolerate fat exposure at all, even if unintentional. If we find out you're doing it in any way, you get locked up for a period of time we see fit. There will be no exceptions or accepted bribes. If you are not properly dressed each day, you will be taken to our facility where your old clothes are disposed of and you will wear a one-piece suit for your time here. Escape is not an option. Anyone trying to escape will also be locked up. Don't disappoint us. The goal is to stay fit for any future attacks from neighboring towns. We cannot trust anyone outside here. Understand?" stated Mr. Trim. *In a bush...*

      "I can't let them do this. This is beyond any decent way of life. I need a plan of action, but I doubt I'll be able to do anything right now," thought Flippy. *That night...*

      "Lights out, no exceptions!" ordered Mr. Fit. *The next morning...*

      "No slacking off! We want to see ponies working out constantly!" yelled Mr. Trim.

      "It's not supposed to be fun either. You signed up for this town and if you're not happy, too bad. This is your life here," added Mr. Slim.

      "STOP!" yelled Flippy.

      "Who dares disrupt the daily routine?" questioned Mr. Trim.

      "I did and if you want me, you'll have to fight me for it," replied Flippy.

      "GET HER!" ordered Mr. Slim before the other guards race towards Flippy.

      "This won't be so easily won on your side I'm afraid. I've got my own army ready to go," protested Flippy before her own army comes out from hiding.

      "This fight will be for nothing as we'll lock you and all you traitors up without remorse," declared Mr. Slim.

      "Over my pudgy body. Fatties, CHARGE!" exclaimed Flippy in retaliation. *That night, after many hours of fighting...*

      "You're outnumbered 200 to 1. Why not surrender?" questioned Mr. Fit.

      "Never! Ponies deserve to live their lives how they want to. I'm taking a stand for fatties of the future. You cannot boss others around and force them against their will. Everyone, listen to me. This isn't the proper way of life. You've been told that fat is bad and that there will be a future attack from a neighboring town, but it's been years. Where is this alleged attack going to come from and how? They can't tell you because it's all made up. Join my side and we can make fat an acceptable trait," continued Flippy.

      "Yeah, right! What leadership skills do you have? You're a fatty! Get lost!" bellowed a resident.

      "Yes. I know I'm a fatty, but that's entirely the point. The point is to stand up to the likes of these three to live normal lives, and if that means being fat, so be it," replied Flippy. *Back in Pudgyville...*

      "Hey, Flippy. Good to see you again. That time of year, huh?" said Mocha.

      "Indeed and what a day to remember. It's a good thing you all weren't forced to deal with the horrors I saw," replied Flippy.

*At Berry Cutie's house...*

      "How is it every time I eat I feel full but never put on weight? This is a disaster! What am I doing wrong?" cried Berry Cutie.

      "Berry, dear, is there something you want to talk about?" asked Mrs. Fruit.

      "I can't put on weight, mom," replied Berry Cutie in tears.

      "Honey, of course you can. You just need the right foods in the right portions," assured Mrs. Fruit.

      "Mom, I've tried eating each day and there's no change," complained Berry Cutie.

      "Let's take a look at what and how much you eat," requested Mrs. Fruit as Berry Cutie calmed down.

      "Well. I generally have a small plate of fatty foods. It's all I think I can eat," explained Berry Cutie.

      "That may be where your problem is. You seem to actually have two problems, a limit on how much you can handle and what you're eating. What I think you need is less food but with more calories. Right now, you have a small potbelly. What exactly is your weight goal?" noted Mrs. Fruit.

      "I'd love to be 150 or so. It just seems like the right weight to be fat," admitted Berry Cutie.

      "Then let's see what we have to work with in the kitchen. We can start with small things and work our way up," continued Mrs. Fruit before she and Berry Cutie entered the kitchen.

      "It's not much," frowned Berry Cutie.

      "True but I think we can add more to it to make it seem bigger but not by much. Plus it will add to your calorie intake. It's almost dinner time. Just sit at the table and I'll have your new dinner ready," stated Mrs. Fruit. *Berry Cutie sat at the table.* *An hour later...*

      "Is it ready yet?" asked Berry Cutie.

      "Almost. I think you'll love this one. You should pack on pounds in no time after tonight," answered Mrs. Fruit before finishing up.

      "I can't wait," said Berry Cutie excitedly before her dinner arrived.

      "Let me know how it is," requested Mrs. Fruit as Berry Cutie began eating.

      "This is pretty good. What is it exactly?" analyzed Berry Cutie.

      "It's a sandwich filled with lots of meat, cheese and other fattening things. I made more than one if you're still hungry," replied Mrs. Fruit. *An hour later...*

      "More, please," requested Berry Cutie.

      "Well someone seems to have expanded their belly," remarked Mrs. Fruit before getting the 2nd sandwich out and placing it on Berry Cutie's plate. *Berry Cutie started eating again.*

      "You were right, mom. I just needed to eat more, or at least use more fattening ingredients," agreed Berry Cutie between bites.

      "Soon we'll see what this new diet does to your body," added Mrs. Fruit. *A week later....*

      "I don't think it worked very well after all. I don't see much change," realized Berry Cutie.

      "Not much but look. Your belly is definitely bigger than before. Keep eating like this and you'll be your ideal weight in no time," assured Mrs. Fruit. *Berry Cutie smiled.*

*At Computie Pie's house...*

      "We now return to Science 101," said the announcer.

      "Yay!" shouted Cutie Computie excitedly.

      "Ever wonder how lights work? There's a pair of electrical fireflies inside the bulb. When you turn on the light, the fireflies go to work to keep the room lit. When you turn off the lights, they go back to sleep. Eventually, the firefly's bulbs go out and they have to get new ones," explained the host.

      "What a load of nonsense. At least I'm nearly done with these clothes. Should be a blast with the others," thought Computie Pie before heading out.

      "What are those?" asked Galapeño.

      "They're my newest invention, Clothes Cloaks. You change the transparency at the push of a button. Would anyone like to be part of a demonstration?" replied Computie Pie.

      "I will," giggled Truffle before rushing over.

      "Just put these on and we'll be ready," requested Computie Pie. *Truffle puts on the clothes.*

      "I look very pretty," remarked Truffle.

      "The button in question is right up front. Of course, if you're a fatty like Truffle, it can be moved to one of 4 total spots on the clothing. Since Truffle's belly is in the way, it'd be better off having it to one side or the other," began Computie Pie before moving the button to the left spot on the skirt. *Truffle presses the button.*

      "Oh, now it's partly see-through. Very sexy," realized Truffle.

      "See? One press and it drops the translucency. To go all the way down or up, you press the button 8 times. While you have the button still attached, it'll keep that setting but I'd like to note it's not washable. You'll have to clean it by hoof," noted Computie Pie before the clothing glitches and moves to full translucency.

      "Uh-oh! Is it supposed to do that?" reacted Mocha.

      "It's not. These are still prototypes so there's bound to be a glitch or two. I plan to sell these later on but it looks like they're not ready yet. I just have to find the button," replied Computie Pie.

      "You mean the button disappears too?" asked Mocha.

      "Normally, no but in this case it did. Ah here it is," answered Computie Pie before resetting the clothing to normal.

      "Whew! That was a close one. It was still kinda sexy though as I wasn't wearing much underneath," remarked Truffle Delight before taking off the clothing.

      "I plan to also have different variations too like long skirts, short skirts, dresses, etc but that's months away," added Computie Pie.

      "Any idea on price?" asked Pop Drops.

      "I'd imagine somewhere in the ballpark of 40 Buttons each and that would be for the pair not them individually, which'd possibly be half that," pondered Computie Pie.

      "I look forward to those," admitted Galapeño.

      "Me too," agreed Truffle.

      "Good luck with the final product," called Mocha as Computie Pie walked away.

      "Thanks so much, Mocha," replied Computie Pie.

      "I don't think I'll need them," assured Pop Drops.

      "Yeah. It'd be kinda redundant, not to mention might remind you of your accident," agreed Floaty Spin.

*At Floaty Spin's house....*

      "Summer has been quite warm this year. I'll have to be careful when out and about," thought Floaty Spin before heading out. *At Belly Beach...*

      "Is it hot here or just me?" asked Mocha.

      "It's everyone," giggled Truffle.

      "Truffle's right. We're all pretty hot and not just because of the weather," agreed Galapeño before slapping her rump. *Floaty Spin arrives.*

      "Hiya, Floaty. Care to join us in the water?" asked Pop Drops.

      "No thanks. I don't feel the need to swim since I'm kinda made from water," replied Floaty Spin.

      "Suit yourself," replied Pop Drops before the group resumed playing. *An hour later...*

      "I feel dizzy. What's going on? It's not just the heat is it? Huh? Where'd all the water go? I'm losing water! HELP!" realized Floaty Spin.

      "What's the matter, Floaty? You feeling okay?" asked Mocha.

      "I need water quick," called Floaty.

      "Come in the water with us," requested Galapeño.

      "No, I need water inside me. I'm losing water quickly," corrected Floaty Spin before the others race to her aid.

      "I'll get the water," agreed Ms. Sheila before darting off.

      "We'd better get you to the hospital. This could be serious," urged Mocha. *At Pudgy Peril Hospital.*

      "She's fortunate to have gotten here in time. You can see her body's water level was quite low. She wouldn't have made it much longer. We've given her enough water to get her back to at least half but we have to conserve water for our other patients. Fortunately, she's our only one," explained Nurse Sweetie.

      "Here's more water. I took some from Bonnie's restaurant refrigerator," stated Ms. Sheila. *Floaty Spin quickly drinks it.*

      "That was very refreshing, and cold," remarked Floaty Spin.

      "Thank goodness you're alright. What happened out there?" asked Pop Drops.

      "I don't entirely know. I just happened to feel dizzy and then when I looked I noticed much of my body's water was gone. I guess I must've been out in the heat too long," recalled Floaty Spin.

      "I guess you need to be in the water more often then, huh?" questioned Galapeño.

      "Or at least bring water with me if not," replied Floaty Spin.

      "It may just be better off not coming to the beach when it's that hot out. That way no one feels left out," stated Ms. Sheila.

      "I can get a cooling center made for times like this. It'll take a while and I'll probably need a cooler day to get started, though," added Eduardo.

      "For now, it'll be fine. Floaty Spin is healthy again and we can breathe a sigh of relief," assured Ms. Sheila.

      "We'll leave her here another hour just to make sure. After that, she can go back home, or wherever she came from," stated Nurse Sunset. *An hour later...*

      "What a day it's been. Too bad I spoiled the fun," said Floaty Spin.

      "Don't worry about it. We're just happy you're back to normal again. This was a good thing to remember for the future," replied Eduardo.

*On the road...*

      "Nibble, I think we need to pay our pudgy pals a visit for old time's sake," suggested Glamour Giggle.

      "What a wonderful idea. I'm sure there's plenty to catch up on since our last visit," remarked Nibble Knick-Knack as he turned her vehicle around. *in Pudgyville...*

      "Whoa! Who is she?" remarked Darren.

      "She's like Mocha, only purple," added Kyle.

      "She does kinda look like me, though not by much," agreed Mocha.

      "Hello there. I'm Plumperoni, face-sitting expert. Would anyone like a demonstration?" began Plumperoni.

      "Face-sitting? What's that?" questioned Darren.

      "It's a technique for when you sit your body on someone's face. Allow me to demonstrate with this plush toy. I place it here and then sit on it, only in my case, I'm much more gentle so as to not leave them gasping for air. It also allows them to take in what's about to happen," explained Plumperoni before doing so.

      "She really fills out the doll," noted Kyle.

      "That is one lucky doll," agreed Darren. *Glamour Giggle arrives.*

      "What's all this? Hey! That's my way of autographing!" protested Glamour Giggle.

      "I'm pretty sure there's nothing that says two ponies cannot perform the same action," remarked Plumperoni.

      "It was my action first. I should have dibs on face-sitting," repeated Glamour Giggle.

      "Relax. It's only a demonstration," assured Plumperoni.

      "Just who do you think you are?" asked Glamour Giggle.

      "Plumperoni, face-sitting expert," replied Plumperoni.

      "An expert? Since when does there have to be a particular way of sitting on someone?" questioned Glamour Giggle.

      "A question only a non-expert would ask. There's a proper way to do it so you don't suffocate your partner. Watch and learn. See? It's a slow and steady method that keeps the viewer or viewers entertained and doesn't hurt the partner at all," showed Plumperoni.

      "So all you did was rip-off my technique then," figured Glamour Giggle.

      "Nonsense. I made my own. I had no idea you even had a technique, though yours doesn't have any flair," protested Plumperoni.

      "This town has plenty of room for more than one technique for the same action. There's more than one way to jiggle a belly or slap a booty. There's no right or wrong way to do it. Why can't you accept that?" corrected Eduardo.

      "I guess you're right. Sorry, everyone. I've been on the road so long I guess I got bitter. Perhaps we can give someone a double autograph?" continued Glamour Giggle.

      "I can agree to that. We'll just need a volunteer," added Plumperoni.

      "Pick me! Pick me!" shouted Kyle.

      "Aren't you in love with Ms. Sheila?" asked Jasmine.

      "True but that doesn't mean I can't have a good time with others does it?" answered Kyle. *The trio get into position.*

      "Are you ready?" asked Plumperoni.

      "Here we come," warned Glamour Giggle before the do sit on Kyle.

      "Lost in a pair of plump patooties," remarked Galapeño.

      "What a cheeky performance," thought Kyle.

*Outside Chubby Cinemas...*

      "We should go see a movie. It'd be a nice change of pace. Plus, they have a new movie premiering today. It's called Night of the Jiggling Bodies," suggested Mocha.

      "That sounds like our kind of movie," agreed Patricia.

      "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in," added Galapeño before the group goes inside.

      "I love how we get to watch the movie right at the entrance. It's very convenient. We'll need tickets and snacks first, though," continued Mocha before the group approached the counter.

      "What'll it be, girls?" asked Kettle Corn.

      "8 tickets for Night of the Jiggling Bodies, please," requested Galapeño.

      "Right away. That's 36 Buttons, please," replied Kettle Corn before the payment is given to her and she gives the group their tickets.

      "Thanks so much, Kettle Corn," stated Truffle Delight.

      "Now what should we do for food and drinks?" asked Mocha.

      "Plumpcorn and Muffin Top Pop," suggested Pop Drops.

      "Of course. I'll handle this one," agreed Mocha before the group headed to the snack bar.

      "You girls are certainly helping me out. Just wish I had another pony to manage this side so I didn't have to move back-and-forth. I heard your order and have it ready to go. Another 36 Buttons if you don't mind," said Kettle Corn.

      "We love coming here. It's very convenient to have the movie right at the entrance," explained Mocha before paying up.

      "Well I'll get the curtains too," assured Kettle Corn as the group sat down. *An hour later...*

      "Is anyone else puzzled by this movie?" asked Galapeño.

      "It's nothing I've ever seen," remarked Mocha.

      "Um, Kettle Corn, I think there's a problem," called Pop Drops. *Kettle Corn stops the movie and opens the curtains.*

      "What is it, girls?" asked Kettle Corn.

      "We don't think this is the right movie," protested Mocha.

      "Oh my goodness! You girls are so right. I'm not sure what happened. Let me have a look," realized Kettle Corn before heading to the back. *20 minutes later...*

      "Did you find anything?" asked Mocha.

      "The wrong disc was inserted. Must've left it in after the movie finished. Just sit tight and I'll have the correct movie playing," noted Kettle Corn.

      "Wonder what that movie was called?" pondered Galapeño.

      "I'm not sure I want to know. It didn't seem anything like what this town is into," remarked Mocha before the correct movie starts playing. *2 hours later...*

      "Now that was the movie we came to see. Must've taken forever just to get all that bouncing and jiggling and the best part was, we were all in it. It was like a scary movie but with fat instead of scaring," confirmed Truffle.

      "We'll have to show the others when it releases later on. It's a keeper to watch over and over," agreed Floaty Spin.

      "No kidding. I thought Galapeño had a good movie but this was even better. Gala wasn't short of sexy shots at all," nodded Mocha.

*In the town center....*

      "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Tug Turn. She's going to be our new maintenance pony in town. You can expect a lot of good things from her in the future. She'll be making sure things are working like clockwork each month," announced Eduardo.

      "You'll also love how I work. Even if I'm gonna be a while, I make sure you have something to look at, like my booty," added Tug Turn.

      "That's sexy," remarked Galapeño.

      "She's just what we need for this turn," added Mocha.

      "I bet I'd make a good pony like that," giggled Truffle.

      "More specifically, she's here to fix an issue with one of the pipes at Bonnie's restaurant," corrected Eduardo.

      "Right away, sir. Lead me to it," agreed Tug Turn.

      "Bonnie will do that actually. I don't know the layout of her restaurant very well," admitted Eduardo.

      "Follow me, Tug Turn," requested Bonnie before Tug Turn did so. *Inside Bonnie's restaurant...*

      "The issue is this pipe leading to the stove. I can't get the stove started unless the pipe is fixed. It's been leaking fumes since yesterday," explained Bonnie.

      "Just sit back and watch me work," assured Tug Turn.

      "What's that tool for?" asked Bonnie.

      "It's my special Wobble Wrench for tight spaces. It can curve into any direction I need it to be in," replied Tug Turn. *2 hours later...*

      "Looks great. Thanks again," remarked Bonnie.

      "Happy to help," said Tug Turn before leaving. *Magic starts to leak out.*

      "Uh oh! Wait, come back! We have a bit of an issue here!" called Bonnie as she raced outside.

      "What sort of issue?" asked Tug Turn racing back in.

          "There seems to be a stream of magic coming from where the pipe was fixed," noted       .

      "Oh dear. This always happens with me. As you can probably tell, I'm a unicorn pony but my magic isn't necessarily working properly. Wherever I work, the magic gets out from that spot. It's generally fine until I finish up. Then I have to go back in manually with my own magic to fix it. Looks like I'll have to do that here before you start having other problems," replied Tug Turn before getting back to work. *Half an hour later...*

      "Sorry to put you through this," said Bonnie.

      "It's no trouble at all. I'm used to it. I'm just not sure who to turn to to get my magic fixed," continued Tug Turn.

      "You could try our nurses. They might be able to help," suggested Bonnie.

      "Really? No kidding? I may just have a look. Where are they?" reacted Tug Turn.

      "They're at Pudgy Peril Hospital just up the street. You can find it on the side of town before the residential area," explained Bonnie.

      "Thanks you kindly. Well I best be on my way. I'll have a look at that hospital to see what they can do," finished Tug Turn before heading out.

      "How'd it go?" asked Mocha.

      "She did pretty well. She did have magic issues but I told her where she might get that resolved and you should see her while she's working. What a booty," answered Bonnie.

[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "Now where's the birthday girl? One would've thought she'd love parties," questioned Eduardo. *Summer Surprise darts out and pounces on Godiva and Bonnie before turning to others.*

      "It's time for me to reveal my past. It's not at all pretty. My St. Pudgemas days were all the same. I'd wake up early to guess what was inside my presents each time and each time I was disappointed. I'd get lame gifts I never asked for like socks or bows. That left me a mess the entire day and for a day or two after. It was last year that I made a vow never to be surprised again and anyone that didn't listen would be hurt," explained Summer Surprise.

      "That's no way to treat others. You've just had others that didn't know what you wanted," protested Eduardo.

      "You should be grateful you're getting anything at all on that day," added Mocha.

      "Humph! I don't think so. Why be grateful when all I get is disappointment?" questioned Summer Surprise.

      "You won't feel any better knowing what the surprise is. It's better to have it revealed. You also won't always have the bad luck you had when you were younger. We get better about gifts for others over time. Don't take it out on all of us just because you had a bad day now and then," protested Eduardo.

      "You all have it better than I ever will. I don't even go to birthday parties because of the damage I'll cause," admitted Summer Surprise.

      "We can help you get over this but you'll need to cooperate. No more lashing out," assured Eduardo.

      "No! I can't trust anyone to make me feel better. I went through 3 years of this disappointment. What can you do that no one else could?" snapped Summer Surprise.

      "How about making the party right?" suggested Galapeño.

      "Make the party right? In what way could you make the party right?" questioned Summer Surprise.

      "By asking you directly. What you would want for a party," explained Galapeño.

      "I'd want a party without surprises but since you were oblivious to that detail, it's pointless to try and fix it," protested Summer Surprise.

      "You're not even letting us try. How about if we don't fix the party, you can decide what to do instead?" replied Eduardo.

      "Fine but I'm not holding my breath," sneered Summer Surprise. *2 hours later...

      "New gifts for the birthday girl and they even say what's inside on the box," stated Mocha as she brought a cart of presents out.

      "That's......better," admitted Summer Surprise suspiciously before opening the boxes.

      "No cake as that'd be a surprise," noted Jasmine.

      "Takes too long as well," added Godiva.

      "So Summer Surprise, did we meet your expectations?" asked Mocha.

      "I guess," frowned Summer Surprise.

      "You don't look happy though," stated Eduardo.

      "It's as close to happy as I can be. You won't be able to see me truly smile unless I can be without surprises for years on end. It's just the way of it with me," corrected Summer Surprise.

      "I hope one day she can see it our way," thought Jasmine.

*At Summer Surprise's house...*

      "I'm gonna let everyone know it's my birthday so I'm not surprised. If there's anything I hate more, it's surprises. I don't see the enjoyment in being surprised when it's never brought me any joy. Therefore, if I see even one surprise from anyone today, they're gonna get it," said Summer Surprise before heading out. *Elsewhere...*

      "Everything ready?" asked Eduardo.

      "Just about. Gifts are wrapped with bows and the cake should be done soon," replied Truffle.

      "Then we'll just have to wait for the missing pieces to be ready. It should be a wonderful party for her," added Eduardo. *An hour later...*

      "The cake's ready," called Godiva and Bonnie together before bringing it out.

      "It looks delicious," remarked Mocha with delight.

      "Now where's the birthday girl? One would've thought she'd love parties," questioned Eduardo. *Summer Surprise darts out and pounces on Godiva and Bonnie before turning to others.*

      "Summer Surprise, what's the matter? This is no way to treat anyone, especially on your birthday," protested Eduardo as he restrained her.

      "Back off! I want everyone to tell me what's in the boxes right NOW!" demanded Summer Surprise.

      "That spoils the fun, and the surprise," protested Mocha.

      "I HATE SURPRISES!" yelled Summer Surprise.

      "How could you not enjoy being surprised?" questioned Eduardo.

      "You wouldn't understand. I've never had joy of being surprised," replied Summer Surprise.

      "Sure we would. Would you mind telling us about it? Maybe we'd understand then?" requested Mocha.

      "Seeing as how you've ruined my day with all this, I don't feel like telling you anything," remarked Summer Surprise.

      "If you want us to tell you about the gifts, we'll tell you, but only if you share your story. Okay?" assured Eduardo.

      "Ugh! Fine, I'll tell you, but you go first," ordered Summer Surprise.

      "Mine is a doll of you from Pudgy Peril Hospital," explained Mocha.

      "I bought you panties from Mocha's store," giggled Truffle fearfully.

      "I had a custom order made from my restaurant," added Galapeño.

      "Then it's time for me to reveal my past. It's not at all pretty. My St. Pudgemas days were all the same. I'd wake up early to guess what was inside my presents each time and each time I was disappointed. I'd get lame gifts I never asked for like socks or bows. That left me a mess the entire day and for a day or two after. It was last year that I made a vow never to be surprised again and anyone that didn't listen would be hurt," explained Summer Surprise.

      "That's no way to treat others. You've just had others that didn't know what you wanted," protested Eduardo.

      "You should be grateful you're getting anything at all on that day," added Mocha.

      "Humph! I don't think so. Why be grateful when all I get is disappointment?" questioned Summer Surprise.

To be continued....

*At the Sentsational Scents Store....*

      "Seems business is a little slow here. I wonder if there's anything I can do to attract more customers. Gala is already working on remodeling her store. Could I do the same? Knowing how long it'll take those two to remodel, I doubt I can afford to take as long as they are. My counter is a bit bare, even with all the perfume bottles. I think maybe I need some samples up front and something for others to let me know they're ready to choose, or just to get my attention about something," thought Sweet Aroma. *Darling Diamond enters.*

      "How's my big booty bestie? Lemme get a face full of that bountiful backside you got," stated Darling Diamond.

      "Sure, but afterwards, will you help me with something?" replied Sweet Aroma.

      "Of course, my perfume princess," answered Darling Diamond before Sweet Aroma sat in front of her.

      "Here's my scoop. I haven't gotten a large crop of customers lately. I'm worried there isn't enough to go around for them. I feel I need something to drive them back to me. I've thought about putting samples on the counter but I worry they'll take the samples and leave," explained Sweet Aroma.

      "What you need is a bell of your booty. That'll get customers into your store. We can advertise it outside so even if they don't buy anything, they get to slap your rotund rear instead," suggested Darling Diamond between pressing her face into Sweet Aroma's booty.

      "That might get annoying after a while if that's all they do. They don't really count as customers unless the buy something," protested Sweet Aroma.

      "We can make it large enough to be seen from the outside. It'll be soft and jiggly but with the bell mechanism inside and it won't break if it falls off the counter. I'll just need a snapshot of your big black butt to give any designer I find the idea of what I'm looking for," added Darling Diamond.

      "Well......okay. It can't be much worse than what I'm going through now," remarked Sweet Aroma before her photo is taken.

      "This is a beauty of a booty. I'll be back with the bell in no time. Bye for now, bestie," remarked Darling Diamond before heading out.

      "Hmm. I think I will make samples to show others, but I'll keep them at the back end of the counter and they'll be attached to the counter so others can't steal them. If they run out, I can just refill them. I'll put labels on them so ponies know what they're dealing with first," thought Sweet Aroma before getting ready. *The next day...* *Darling Diamond enters the store.*

      "Hello my scentsational sweetie. I've got good news. Your booty bell is already made. Would you like to see it?"

      "Of course, given all the effort you must've spent into getting it made and talking about it," answered Sweet Aroma. *Darling Diamond puts out the Booty Bell.*

      "TA-DA! One curvy caboose for you and your customers. It's about 6 inches tall and very squishy. It also came with optional panties so I'll let you decide whether or not to put them on it. It will also stay more balanced, which is something I know you struggle with on your end," explained Darling Diamond.

      "Thanks so much, Darling Diamond. I sure hope it comes in handy and does what you say it will. I could use the funds to keep this place running," replied Sweet Aroma.

      "No problem at all. Drop by my store anytime," assured Darling Diamond.

*At Mocha's house...*

      "Chatrina doesn't seem to be losing weight as quickly as we'd like and her Weight Walker is broken. What'll we do?" noted Mocha.

      "We do need something stronger for her, something that Chatrina can use much more easily and can keep her going longer," agreed Mr. Cream.

      "Dear, maybe you can make a new version?" suggested Mrs. Cream.

      "I don't have the parts to make a new one and even if I did, it'll take too long. Chatrina should be down to her sister's weight by now, but she's only lost about 10 pounds," replied Mr. Cream.

      "I'll see if Computie Pie can make one," assured Mocha.

      "Oh the inventor. Why didn't we think of her before?" asked Mr. Cream.

      "Good luck, dear. We'll be here when you get back," called Mrs. Cream as Mocha left. *At Computie Pie's house...*

      "That's a tall order, Mocha. Sounds like your sister still needs to be slimmer but I'm not sure how quickly, or even if I can make such a device," warned Computie Pie.

      "I can take you to my house to see the design and maybe you can improve on it?" replied Mocha.

      "It's possible that could work," pondered Computie Pie.

      "Let me just call my parents about it," requested Mocha before picking up the phone. *At Mocha's house...* *Mrs. Cream picks up the phone.*

      "Hello? Oh Hi, Mocha. How's the situation going? Did you get a solution? Oh good. Sure she can drop by. You can bring her here anytime, preferably sooner. See ya soon. Bye, dear," responded Mrs. Cream before hanging up.

      "Well? What's the story?" asked Mr. Cream.

      "Mocha's bringing over a friend to help out," explained Mrs. Cream.

      "That's wonderful. I hope she can do what we couldn't," remarked Mr. Cream. *10 minutes later...*

      "So where's the blueprints for the Weight Walker?" asked Computie Pie.

      "Just give me a sec to find them. I put them away after the device failed the 2nd time," explained Mr. Cream before heading inside. *5 minutes later...*
      "Alright. Let's see what we have to work with. So this is how it worked. Chatrina's hooves were hooked up here and her movements allowed the device to move around. It needs better steering and she needs to be better energized so that she can keep moving. I might have the solution for that but it'll take me time," analyzed Computie Pie.

      "Well whenever you can get it done would be greatly appreciated," remarked Mrs. Cream. *A week later...*

      "All finished. What do you think?" confirmed Computie Pie.

      "It looks complicated," remarked Mr. Cream.

      "It's actually rather simple. Chatrina's movements still make the device move but in return, she gets food for each foot she moves on her own. This'll keep her going and you two don't need to feed her. Plus she can turn using the steering wheel up front and her mouth," explained Computie Pie.

      "So what do you think, Chatrina? Is it going to be worth your while?" asked Mocha.

      "It looks good. I can't wait to try it out. I want to be able to move on my own so badly," admitted Chatrina.

      "Well let's get you on the road to success," declared Mocha.

*At Sarah's house....*

      "What a long list! I sure hope I can cross some items off it by helping others. I just love helping others, even if they don't feel they need it. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside," thought Sarah before heading out. *Outside....*

      "How's the remodeling coming, Gala?" asked Mocha.

      "We're waiting on the new furniture," explained Galapeño.

      "I can't wait to see what they look like," replied Mocha.

      "Neither can my mom and I. They'll be so much more appealing, in more ways than one," agreed Galapeño. *A tear is heard from the ground.*

      "What was that?" asked Mocha.

      "Looks like we stepped on something," figured Mocha.

      "It's a list of some kind. Wait a sec, this is Sarah's list," realized Galapeño.

      "Sarah! We're so sorry about what happened," assured Mocha.

      "That was my one and only list. I made it from scratch using lots of paper. It was my prized possession," sobbed Sarah.

      "We feel awful about it, really. We'll make it up to you," continued Mocha.

      "How about we make you a new list?" suggested Galapeño.

      "It wouldn't be the same and of course I'd have to write down the names of everyone all over again. I thought I was doing so well today and then this happens," remarked Sarah before walking away sobbing.

      "We have to do something. I'm not sure just taping it back together would be enough. It's pretty well ruined. We may need others' help," stated Mocha.

      "I agree. Let's get together tonight. We'll make the best list she's ever seen but we'll need the old list too," nodded Galapeño. *That night....*

      "If we want to make a new list, it should also be in a carrying case so it doesn't get ruined again. It'll also make sure it's presentable to others so that when Sarah asks and they say no, she doesn't have to open the case at all," stated Mocha.

      "Poor Sarah. I had no idea the list meant so much to her," added Floaty Spin.

      "This will set things straight. We'll need lots of paper, perhaps even foldable paper so that it can easily fit into whatever box we want to put it in," said Pop Drops. *The next morning....*

      "Just need to wrap this up and we're golden," thought Mocha before setting to work. *Later that morning...*

      "Finally, it's ready. Now to deliver the goods to its rightful owner," said Mocha before heading out with the gift. *At Sarah's house...*

      "Sarah! Can you come out? We have something for you," requested Mocha. *Sarah opens the door and peeks out.*

      "We? There's only one pony here and it's you," protested Sarah.

      "This is from all of us. Here, Sarah," explained Mocha before Sarah took the gift and began opening it.

      "It's not my birthday but it might as well be. You all made me a new list and put it in a carrying case? That's so generous of you. I know it won't be the same but it's even better now," remarked Sarah.

      "We made it out of foldable paper instead so now it folds easily and can be taken out when you find someone that needs help," added Mocha.

      "This is the best gift I've ever gotten. You are all truly my friends," thought Sarah.

[In Pudgyville's center....]

      "Pound Town is coming on," announced Eduardo.

      "I love that show," remarked Mocha.

      "Me too," agreed Jasmine.

      "It's so nice of Eduardo to have a big screen TV for us to all watch it at the same time. He also even announces when it's on," added Galapeño.

      "Here it comes," noted Floaty Spin. *Inside the cartoon...*

      "Everyone, get ready. There's a new threat in town and her name is Ace of Arrogance. We need to stay on high alert," ordered Obese Organizer.

      "What's she like?" asked Cake Wrangler.

      "Little is known at this point but she's got quite the ego," replied Obese Organizer.

      "Well it's good thing we're here to lay some justice," added Spicy Sweetie.

      "There she is!" shouted Camouflage Cutie.

      "Now things are going to get sticky," muttered Nature Nanny.

      "Right you are," agreed Ace of Arrogance before dumping syrup on them.

      "You forget who you're dealing with, Ace of Arrogance. We're Pound Town's Luscious League and it's our job to squash the likes of you, sometimes literally," protested Cake Wrangler.

      "Let's move out!" declared Spicy Sweetie as the group did so.

      "Maybe I should just put you all in a jam instead?" questioned Ace of Arrogance before dumping said product on them.

      "She fights dirty but we fight better," assured Booty Cutie.

      "Here, have some 3.14," urged Ace of Arrogance before hitting them hard with the product.

      "What's 3.14?" asked Spicy Sweetie.

      "Math for pi," reminded Cake Wrangler.

      "You're finished Ace of Arrogance. Cake Wrangler, bring her in!" ordered Camouflage Cutie. *Mocha swings her rope and manages to snag Ace of Arrogance.*

      "Spicy Sweetie, turn up the heat!" yelled Nature Nanny. *Spicy Sweetie surrounds Ace of Arrogance with flames.*

      "Now to finish her off. Booty Cutie, give her the ol' charm," requested Cake Wrangler.

      "Hey Ace of Arrogance. You're not as pretty as I am. I'm the girliest boy you'll ever meet and the only one that'll never kiss your feet. There's not a move you can make to stop my booty shake. Better sit down because I'm just too big around," teased Booty Cutie.

      "Nice work, Luscious League. You've successfully taken her ego down a notch or two. Maybe now she'll learn from her mistakes and join with us," commended Obese Organizer.

      "Not even in your dreams. I'll be back to take you down once and for all!" declared Ace of Arrogance. *Back in Pudgyville...*

      "I'm sure glad we don't have anyone like her in this town. We'd be messy every day and that'd make every day a chore," remarked Mocha.

      "Too bad we don't have the superpowers though. I'd love to be able to make flames at will," added Galapeño.

      "I still have my superpower," giggled Truffle.

      "Yes you do, big boy," agreed Mocha.

      "Eduardo still knows what's best for us too," agreed Floaty Spin.

      "There's nothing I'd ever trade for this town," thought Pop Drops.

[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "Good morning, Bongo. Are you hungry?" called Marie.

      "MORNING, MARIE! I'D LIKE SOME FOOD, PLEASE!" yelled Bongo Belle.

      "Please keep it down, Bongo. I need to find a way to deal with that loudness. I'll have it ready when you come down," replied Marie.

      "Oh no ya don’t! I warned ya and now y'all got booted. This here conversation is over!" declared Jingle Jangle Belle before grabbing Bongo Belle and leaving.

      "What an awful thing to do and say. I must speak with Eduardo and their family about this," thought Marie. *Later that day....*

      "Let's talk to the family to learn more," suggested Mocha.

      "Don't worry, Marie. If she's found to be lying and doesn't really own him, she'll be arrested and you can keep Bongo Belle," assured Eduardo.

      "I hope that's the case but we won't know for sure," replied Marie before Mocha rings the doorbell to the Rowdy house.

      "Who be ringin' the bell?" questioned Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "Hi. I'm Mocha Cream and this is Eduardo, our mayor and Galapeño. Can we come in? We'd like to learn more about your family to understand why Bongo Belle, if he's yours, is so important to you," explained Mocha.

      "If y'all are with that there blue-haired pudgy pilferer, then no thanks," remarked Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "Jangle Belle, behave yourself. Sorry about her. You can all come in," added Mrs. Rowdy before the others do.

      "I ain't tellin' nothin' to no one that steals my Belly Boy," insisted Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "Is Belly Boy short for Bongo Belle?" asked Galapeño.

      "Sort of. It's kind of a nicer name. We thought the old name had too poor a reputation for this town so we opted for a nickname that, when combined with fixing his rowdiness, would give him a better reputation," explained Mr. Rowdy.

      "That's what Marie was trying to do at her house. She was trying to make Bongo Belle be better for all of us. She also took care of him other ways too. I don't think she even knew he had a family in town," admitted Mocha.

      "So what exactly drove your daughter to behave this way?" asked Eduardo.

      "She's a bit overprotective and that's a gene from me I'm afraid. I always tell her to calm down as most ponies wouldn't harm him, but it seems she overreacted and took it out on Bongo's caregiver at the time," answered Mrs. Rowdy.

      "Were they always like this?" continued Mocha.

      "No they weren't and I think most of that comes from when Bongo Belle first heard someone sing. He wanted to try it for himself but we found him too loud and ever since, we've been wondering how best to handle it. Seems your friend Marie was solving that for us. It was pretty much after Bongo Belle first tried to sing that his sister started trying to protect him, fearing he'd be harmed for being too loud," recalled Mr. Rowdy.

      "That explains everything. It's a fascinating story. Thanks so much for sitting down with us so we could understand," remarked Eduardo.

      "Now Jangle Belle, don't you owe an apology to these three and Marie?" asked Mrs. Rowdy.

      "I'm sorry," sighed Jingle Jangle Belle before the group leaves.

      "Wait until Marie finds out the full story," thought Mocha.

*At Marie's house...*

      "Good morning, Bongo. Are you hungry?" called Marie.

      "MORNING, MARIE! I'D LIKE SOME FOOD, PLEASE!" yelled Bongo Belle.

      "Please keep it down, Bongo. I need to find a way to deal with that loudness. I'll have it ready when you come down," replied Marie.

      "OKAY! SORRY, MARIE!" shouted Bongo Belle. *Later that morning....*

      "Bongo, dear, I had Computie Pie make you a voice box that turns down your voice. It will wear out over time but it should keep the noise down, even if you mentally don't," explained Marie before putting it around Bongo's neck.

      "Thank you, Marie," replied Bongo Belle before eating. *Outside...*

      "Where's my Belly Boy?" I ain't restin' until he's safe in my hooves. No one is gonna cause him harm while I'm around," muttered Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "This is good food, Marie," remarked Bongo Belle.

      "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure exactly what someone like you would want but...." continued Marie before she's interrupted by the doorbell. *Marie opens the door.*

      "Ya'll better step back. That Belly Boy is mine and mine alone. Ya hear? Fork him over unless y'all want the Backside Boot," protested Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "Who are you to take him from me? He's residing me with me as no one else would take care of him," snapped Marie.

      "Some nerve ya have takin' my own family member from me. I ain't jokin' around. Bongo Belle is mine, not yours and if y'all be harmin' him, I be harmin' you in return!" yelled Jingle Jangle Belle. *Bongo Belle finishes eating and runs over.*

      "Hi, sister," said Bongo Belle.

      "What'd y'all do to my Belly Boy? That doohickey is suspect at causing harm," questioned Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "It's a voice box to keep his voice down as he can't seem to do it on his own," explained Marie.

      "Remove it at once or face my Backside Boot!" ordered Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "If you're really with him, why didn't you step in sooner?" asked Marie.

      "That ain't nothin' of your business, hon'! Come on, Belly Boy. We're goin' home without that device," continued Jingle Jangle Belle.

      "Bongo Belle, you don't have to go with her. She's quite mean from what she's shown here today. Stay with me and we'll work it out together," reminded Marie. *Jingle Jangle Belle pushes Marie aside and removes the device from Bongo Belle's neck.*

      "Oh no ya don’t! I warned ya and now y'all got booted. This here conversation is over!" declared Jingle Jangle Belle before grabbing Bongo Belle and leaving.

      "What an awful thing to do and say. I must speak with Eduardo and their family about this," thought Marie. *Later that day....*

      "As awful as it may be, Marie. It's a family issue. If Bongo Belle does live with her, you don't get to keep him for yourself," explained Eduardo.

      "Let's talk to the family to learn more," suggested Mocha.

      "I guess we have no other choice. I'll stay back since she seems to hate my guts now, among other things," realized Marie.

      "Don't worry, Marie. If she's found to be lying and doesn't really own him, she'll be arrested and you can keep Bongo Belle," assured Eduardo.

To be continued...

*Outside the security fence...*

      "Well this is a happening place. Hope they're friendly," remarked Bouncy Love.

      "I just hope they're into it like we are," added Overflowing Love.

      "What's with the fence? Do we just walk through it?" asked Bouncy Love.

      "I guess so," figured Overflowing Love before the duo pass through.

      "Mocha may have some competition I think," noted Marie.

      "Yeah, they look heavier than her," agreed Bonnie.

      "Who are you?" asked Mocha.

      "I'm Bouncy Love and this is my sister Overflowing Love," explained Bouncy Love.

      "You two seem perfect for our town," noted Eduardo.

      "Good to know. I wasn't sure about it, even though we're over 200 lb," admitted Bouncy Love.

      "So you two are bigger than Mocha," realized Floaty Spin.

      "Mocha? questioned Overflowing Love.

      "I'm Mocha, Mocha Cream," stated Mocha.

      "You're pretty big yourself. What's your diet?" continued Bouncy Love.

      "Cake is a big part of it, no pun intended, but I do eat other fatty foods. We all do," answered Mocha.

      "What's with your navels?" asked Truffle.

      "You like them? We feel they really accentuate our curves," replied Overflowing Love.

      "They aren't like what we all have here," corrected Mocha.

      "It is a deeply rooted result. We prefer to take it a little further if you get my drift," continued Overflowing Love.

      "I'm not sure we do," confirmed Marie.

      "I for one don't like it," muttered Bouncy Love.

      "Don't like what?" questioned Overflowing Love.

      "You know what it is," answered Bouncy Love.

      "Is it always like this where you two live?" asked Pop Drops.

      "Unfortunately. We do have some similar interests, but what my sis alluded to is one way we differ. I'll give you a hint. My sis has an ability to make her navel deeper. It's that sort of thing that is where her 2nd kink is based on," admitted Bouncy Love.

      "Sis, you're being too harsh. We don't always fight like this, really. We have a good time with our interests," assured Overflowing Love.

      "Well we don't really share that much appeal for navels, but you're welcome to stay regardless," stated Eduardo.

      "We certainly will. It'll give us time to share what that special interest is," hinted Overflowing Love.

      "You don't want to know what it is. Trust me," confirmed Bouncy Love.

      "If you say so," said Mocha confused.

      "You two kinda remind me of the relationship I have with my sister, only she and I hardly get along," recalled Galapeño.

      "You never get along with your sister? How awful," remarked Bouncy Love.

      "Where shall we stay?" asked Overflowing Love.

      "I'll build you both temporary houses," answered Eduardo.

      "Looks like this place is exactly what we need after all," thought Bouncy Love.

[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "I can't go in there. It looks so scary this time of day. Still, they could be in danger and I have to be there to warn them before it's too late," said Spooky Sweet before cautiously making her way through the scanner. *Eduardo races to the entrance.*

      "Who's there?" asked Eduardo.

      "S-S-S-Spooky S-S-S-Sweet," stuttered Spooky Sweet.

      "I see. Well you have nothing to fear. They're in good hooves but if you need a place to stay, I can take you back to my place to spend the night. We can deal with your situation in the morning," assured Eduardo.

      "Any of you see a yellow pony that is rather jumpy and scared?" asked Mocha.

      "You have to hurry! The rocks are falling!" urged Spooky Sweet.

      "Nothing's happening. I don't hear any rocks falling. Maybe your panties aren't as accurate as you say," stated Galapeño.

      "No. I'm sure of it. I wouldn't wear them if they weren't something I trusted deeply," protested Spooky Sweet.

      "Spooky Sweet, follow us. We'll show you that neither of them are coming down," requested Mocha. *Spooky Sweet follows.*

      "Here's the Cheeky Mountains. The cracks have always been there and there's never been a collapse. Bonnie would've warned us beforehoof had they been in danger of coming down as her restaurant is right in front of them," confirmed Galapeño. *The group heads to Mount Weighmore.*

      "See? Even Mount Weighmore hasn't changed at all. If there had been a collapse, we'd see evidence from the mountain's structure but yet all the pony faces are still there. Now do you believe us?" questioned Pop Drops.

      "I guess maybe my panties aren't so great. Maybe I've been putting too much faith in them or all other instances of them activating were coincidental?" pondered Spooky Sweet.

      "I'm sorry, Spooky Sweet. We know you meant well but Eduardo is great at keeping us out of danger," assured Mocha. *Rocks start tumbling through town.*

      "What the....? Where'd all the rocks come from?" asked Bonnie.

      "We were at both areas and they were fine. Did one of them actually fail?" added Marie.

      "Everyone stay back. Let the rocks pass," ordered Eduardo as everyone stepped aside. *Several more rocks roll down the center of town before things go quiet.*

      "Guess we were wrong, Spooky Sweet. Maybe there is something to your glowing panties. They proved right after all," corrected Galapeño.

      "We owe it all to your glowing panties. You seemed like a bit of a nuisance initially, but proved your worth by saving all of us. If you like, you can stay and we'll get a house built for you," suggested Eduardo.

      "I'd love that. Thank you," replied Spooky Sweet.

      "Until it's done, you can stay with me. You've earned it," assured Eduardo.

      "Who'd have thought something meant to be sexy could also save lives?" giggled Truffle.

      "I may not look at panties the same way again," agreed Mocha.

      "Yeah. Whomever designed those panties in particular should get some kind of medal. We'd have never seen those boulders coming," added Cutie Steps.

*One night, outside the security fence...*

      "I can't go in there. It looks so scary this time of day. Still, they could be in danger and I have to be there to warn them before it's too late," said Spooky Sweet before cautiously making her way through the scanner. *Eduardo races to the entrance.*

      "Who's there?" asked Eduardo.

      "S-S-S-Spooky S-S-S-Sweet," stuttered Spooky Sweet.

      "Spooky Sweet?" questioned Eduardo.

      "Y-Y-Y-ess," replied Spooky Sweet.

      "What's the matter?" asked Eduardo.

      "I'm quite nervous," admitted Spooky Sweet.

      "About what and why are you out at this time of day?" continued Eduardo.

      "I want to make sure everyone here is safe from harm. My panties glow in the dark and will display messages when there's a possible threat," explained Spooky Sweet.

      "I see. Well you have nothing to fear. They're in good hooves but if you need a place to stay, I can take you back to my place to spend the night. We can deal with your situation in the morning," assured Eduardo.

      "Thank you, sir," said Spooky Sweet before following Eduardo back to his place. *At Eduardo's house..*

      "Sleep tight, my friend. You'll be safe here. Goodnight," stated Eduardo before getting into bed. *The next morning...*

      "Any of you see a yellow pony that is rather jumpy and scared?" asked Mocha.

      "She looked like she was worried about something," agreed Jasmine.

      "Wonder who she is and why she's so scared? She's like Flora," pondered Galapeño.

      "Good morning. How've you been Spooky Sweet?" asked Eduardo.

      "You know her?" questioned Cutie Steps.

      "She came into town last night and set off the security system. She said she was trying to warn everyone here about impending danger," recalled Eduardo.

      "I don't see anything dangerous," noted Mocha.

      "You may not see it until it's too late. I have panties that glow in the dark and display warning messages," warned Spooky Sweet.

      "Well that's different," remarked Mocha.

      "Nothing personal, but we don't feel the need for your services," assured Jasmine.

      "I'm not so sure about that. I have faith in my panties' messages and they've always proven true," replied Spooky Sweet.

      "Do they warn of anything now?" asked Galapeño.

      "Not yet. You'll know it when they do," assured Spooky Sweet.

      "Not in when it's light out," corrected Cactus Cathy.

      "I can let you know when they go off," stated Spooky Sweet.

      "Well okay but again I don't think it's necessary," repeated Mocha. *Later that day...*

      "You're all in great danger!" yelled Spooky Sweet.

      "From what?" asked Galapeño.

      "Falling rocks," answered Spooky Sweet.

      "Where? We only have two rocky structures, both of which have been stable, though one of them obtained a special feature over time," questioned Floaty Spin.

      "You have to hurry! The rocks are falling!" urged Spooky Sweet.

To be continued...

*At Jasmine's house...*

      "Bob's at it again. He can't resist gazing at me from my window. Better give him a treat," thought Jasmine before heading to the window.

      "Here she comes again. She's gonna give me something good. I know it," said Bob with delight. *Jasmine shakes her rump and presses it to the window.*

      "That ought to keep him going for a while," thought Jasmine before turning around and opening the window.

      "What a gorgeous view. I can never get enough of your body," admitted Bob.

      "So cracked glass has you feeling good, huh?" questioned Jasmine.

      "What I wouldn't give to be that glass," agreed Bob.

      "You're much softer than glass. You probably could handle my size better but I've given you that before," replied Jasmine.

      "Hate to break up this vile discussion but which one of you is Jasmine?" asked Stella.

      "She is," answered Bob.

      "Bring her out here NOW! We need to have a talk with her," ordered Stephanie.

      "I'll be out in a second," agreed Jasmine before heading outside.

      "What a disgusting sight she makes," muttered Mary.

      "We'll deal with her," assured Stephanie quietly.

      "So tubby, are you ready to slim down?" asked Stella.

      "A diet couldn't even slim me down. What makes you think your devices can?" questioned Jasmine.

      "We've been itching for a challenge. You're the only one that supposedly cannot lose weight. We want to be the judge of that with our weapons," replied Stella.

      "Fire away," requested Jasmine. *The weapons fire plasma at her, but nothing happens.*

      "A direct hit and nothing happened. We'll just amp up the power," remarked Stephanie.

      "FIRE!" shouted Mary before the three of them attacked again.

      "I don't think your devices can do anything to me," concluded Jasmine.

      "Nonsense, fatso. We're not yet at full power," protested Stella before she and her friends crank up to full power.

      "My body is ready," assured Jasmine before taking the 3 hits.

      "What is she made of that prevents even an ounce of fat loss?" questioned Mary angrily.

      "A birth defect called Weightosis. Sorry, but as long as I have it, you can't do anything to me. The only way I can lose weight is through exercise, but why would I want to? Besides, I don't think any of you can lift 125 lb," explained Jasmine.

      "We'd never even touch a pink whale like you. You have no dignity at all," muttered Stella.

      "What you call dignity I call confidence, which I have plenty of in showing off my curves," retorted Jasmine.

      "I may lose my lunch hearing you praise yourself. This town has awful taste in fashion and absolutely no ability to be professional. Let's go," remarked Stella before she and her friends leave.

      "Words weren't the only thing that didn't hurt me. I'm just too big," winked Jasmine.

[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "Now students, please hand in your written papers on the future of your weight gaining. School Belle will come around to collect them from you and hand them to me," requested Ms. Sheila. *School Belle waddles around the classroom to wait for the papers to come forward.*

      "She is loud," remarked Mocha.

      "Oops! My belly is acting up again. Deeply sorry about that. I don't know your names, either. Perhaps I can get acquainted?"

      "I'm Jasmine's admirer Bob," admitted Bob.

      "Since I was already mentioned, I'm Jasmine," commented Jasmine.

      "She's Floaty Spin and I'm Pop Drops," confirmed Pop Drops.

      "Well that's great to hear. I can't wait to see what's next," remarked School Belle.

      "We'll visit the Fitness Center and don't you worry School Belle. My students never lose an ounce. It's mostly for class participation grades," assured Ms. Sheila.

      "How exactly do you do that?" asked School Belle.

      "My Weight Paralyzing Necklaces," replied Ms. Sheila.

      "Sounds nifty. Can't wait to see them work," remarked School Belle.

      "Just pick equipment and let the flab work," requested Ms. Sheila.

      "Some of your students are rivaling my own size," noted School Belle.

      "Mocha's my biggest student. She's in white with red and gold hair. Truffle is a close second in brown with black hair. Most of the others are pretty far below that, myself included," explained Ms. Sheila.

      "Are they always so willing to expose themselves this way?" asked School Belle.

      "Indeed. It's kind of in the town's philosophy and a bit of an homage to a heroic pony's good deed years ago," answered Ms. Sheila.

      "No wonder you all love this town so much. Everyone gets along," concluded School Belle.

      "Not everyone. We've had some incidents where things were not-so-friendly," corrected Ms. Sheila.

      "I won't even ask about those then," assured School Belle.

      "Time's up, everyone. Hand in your necklaces and we'll start math before lunch," announced Ms. Sheila. *Back in the classroom...*

      "How does math fit into your town's ideology?" questioned School Belle.

      "I'll show you. Who would like to be first?" began Ms. Sheila.

      "I would," answered Mocha.

      "Be my guest," agreed Ms. Sheila before Mocha came to the front.

      "She is quite the hefty pony indeed," concluded School Belle.

      "If Mocha's diet is made of 1 cake a day and each cake is 2000 calories, how many calories will she consume in 2 weeks?" asked Ms. Sheila. *Jasmine raises her hoof.*

      "28,000 calories," answered Jasmine.

      "Would you explain where that number came from?" requested Ms. Sheila.

      "It's multiplication. 2000 x 14 (7 times 2) is 28,000," replied Jasmine.

      "Very good, Jasmine. Let's break for lunch," responded Ms. Sheila.

      "What's for lunch?" asked School Belle.

      "Plenty of tasty treats, or their own lunch if they choose," assured Ms. Sheila.

      "Ms. Sheila seems to have it all here," thought School Belle.

[Earlier in Pudgyville...]

      "What an exhausting job I have. How did I get into this mess? Oh right. I opted to add a college level but now I need someone else to help me manage things at both levels. I'll let everyone know that I need some help running the school and college and we'll see where that goes," thought Ms. Sheila before setting up a sign outside.

      "A school in need of help is just what I need for a job. I'll see what she has to offer," said School Belle before heading inside.

      "I see. Well are you willing to help me out when I teach?" asked Ms. Sheila.

      "I most certainly am. I haven't had much luck getting a job myself. Others seem to think I'm too noisy, even with the belt I'm wearing," answered School Belle.

      "Well. That seems to have at least temporarily solved that issue. Of course, I just have to get through the weekend and that's just grading schoolwork. I just hope things go as well as School Belle makes it out to be," thought Ms. Sheila. *On Monday morning...*

      "Students, I'd like you to meet School Belle. She's here to help me out as I teach. I trust you'll give her the same love you give your friends and I. School Belle, would you please tell the class a bit about yourself?" stated Ms. Sheila.

      "I'm known officially as School Belle but where I've been, others call me School Bell-y due to my belly's unique property of sounding like a bell when it hits anything solid. I have a belt here to deal with it because it's pretty loud, trust me, though I can't entirely guarantee my belly won't cause trouble here. I'll try my best, though," explained School Belle.

      "Now students, please hand in your written papers on the future of your weight gaining. School Belle will come around to collect them from you and hand them to me," requested Ms. Sheila. *School Belle waddles around the classroom to wait for the papers to come forward.*

      "She is loud," remarked Mocha.

      "Sorry about that. Forgot to put on the belt when I left," admitted School Belle before putting on said belt. *The papers arrive at the front and School Belle waddles to get them from the front desks but her belly presses into Marie's face.*

      "Oops! My belly is acting up again. Deeply sorry about that. I don't know your names, either. Perhaps I can get acquainted?"

      "It's fine. At least it's soft. My name is Marie," replied Marie.

      "I'm Truffle Delight," added Truffle.

      "I'm his boyfriend Mocha Cream," said Mocha.

      "I'm Jasmine's admirer Bob," admitted Bob.

      "Since I was already mentioned, I'm Jasmine," commented Jasmine.

      "She's Floaty Spin and I'm Pop Drops," confirmed Pop Drops.

      "You already know Ms. Sheila, and I'm Galapeño, or Gala for short," added Galapeño.

      "My friends are named Darren and Kyle," continued Bob.

      "Nice to meet you all. I hope tomorrow goes better for all of us. I'm not yet sure which accessory of mine will tame my belly best," shared School Belle.

      "My class schedule is divided up into different rooms and each room is used on different days so there's still plenty of time to make amends," assured Ms. Sheila.

      "Well that's great to hear. I can't wait to see what's next," remarked School Belle.

To be continued...

*At Ms. Sheila's school...*

      "What an exhausting job I have. How did I get into this mess? Oh right. I opted to add a college level but now I need someone else to help me manage things at both levels. I'll let everyone know that I need some help running the school and college and we'll see where that goes," thought Ms. Sheila before setting up a sign outside.

      "Looks like Ms. Sheila needs help. I hope it's not serious," noted Cutie Steps.

      "We'd better go find out because it could be related to the school itself," agreed Mocha before they headed inside.

      "What are you all doing here? It's not a school day," protested Ms. Sheila.

      "We saw the sign on your window wanting help. What for exactly?" explained Mocha.

      "It's to help run the school and college. It's become such a chore to run both on a basis that I feel the need to get someone to make my job a bit easier each day. I can't really ask for any of your help as you're my students. You have enough to deal with in my classroom anyway. It's not really a tiny job either. It's a big job as it requires passing out tests, taking them back for grading and opening and closing each classroom door at the right times. No disrespect to any of you but it's not something I can expect any of you to do. Can you all let me know if you see anyone new that could help?" replied Ms. Sheila.

      "Sure we can. Good luck, Ms. Sheila," replied Mocha before the group leaves.

      "See you all Monday," added Ms. Sheila.  *Later that day...*

      "A school in need of help is just what I need for a job. I'll see what she has to offer," said School Belle before heading inside.

      "What is that noise?" asked Ms. Sheila.

      "Oops! Guess I'm making too much of a racket. Better put on my anti-noise belt," realized School Belle before doing so.

      "That's better but it's not quite perfect. Oh well. I can now focus but who was that making all the noise in the first place?" questioned Ms. Sheila.

      "Sorry about that. It's my fault. I have a special property that makes my belly ring like a bell when it hits anything solid. By the way, I'm School Belle but everyone calls me School Bell-y due to my property," explained School Belle.

      "I see. Well are you willing to help me out when I teach?" asked Ms. Sheila.

      "I most certainly am. I haven't had much luck getting a job myself. Others seem to think I'm too noisy, even with the belt I'm wearing," answered School Belle.

      "What's it do?" asked Ms. Sheila.

      "It cancels out the noise my belly makes, to an extent anyway. It offers no restraints to where my belly goes with movement, though," noted School Belle.

      "Your belly moves more violently?" questioned Ms. Sheila.

      "Kind of. It's so big that it bounces and sways more. If I'm moving through narrow spaces, it may not be the most ideal for me," added School Belle.

      "Well I'm willing to give it a shot. Make sure you bring that belt and anything you think would prove useful for helping out. See you on Monday then," stated Ms. Sheila.

      "I'll bring my bag of goods just in case," agreed School Belle before waddling away.

      "Well. That seems to have at least temporarily solved that issue. Of course, I just have to get through the weekend and that's just grading schoolwork. I just hope things go as well as School Belle makes it out to be," thought Ms. Sheila.

To be continued....

*At Belly Buffet...*

      "Table for two?" asked Bonnie.

      "Yes, please," answered Mocha.

      "Right this way," requested Bonnie before showing them their table. *Mocha and Truffle sit down.*

      "So, big boy. How'd you get to be so girly?" asked Mocha.

      "It was a long time ago. I used to only wear male clothing. My love of chocolate slowly took its toll on my waistline and my sister Godiva is partly to blame for that as she got me into chocolate in the first place. One day, it came time for me to get new clothing as I'd outgrown everything and my parents weren't keen on me wearing my current clothes anymore, fearing they'd rip or give me breathing troubles. They took me to a clothing store and I was excited to be getting new outfits to wear. Of course, this was also before I was confident exposing my flab like I do now. I went to the male pony aisle but everything was too small. There was nothing I could wear. Since it was the only clothing store in town and since the only other alternative was girls clothing, I had to pick the best ones. I wasn't happy that day and felt quite embarrassed. I was made fun of at school for looking like a ballerina," stated Truffle.

      "What'll it be, you two?" asked Bonnie.

      "One Plumpa Cola and 1 chocolate milkshake, please," requested Mocha.

      "Be back in a few minutes," stated Bonnie before walking away.

      "How'd you change from that point, Truffle?" asked Mocha.

      "Since it was all I was left with, my parents gave me advice on what to say in return to those laughing at me. I just playfully told the bullies that I was proud to look like a girl, even if I didn't mean it at the time. Eventually, I got more confident and truly felt like I wanted to be a girl more deliberately. I'd wait until my parents left before I began walking around the house practically nude. I felt really good about myself and how I looked. Then I met you and you've only made my love of being girly stronger," continued Truffle.

      "Your drinks have arrived. Any food this afternoon?" interrupted Bonnie.

      "Thanks so much, Bonnie. I think we're good for now," answered Mocha.

      "I haven't met a pony anywhere near like you and that makes you very unique. I think it's great you've come out of your chocolate shell to embrace the new girliness that was more accidental than anything. Now everyone here loves you and heck, you even won a beauty contest here, which is quite an accomplishment. You'd have never even thought about that had you not gained the extra confidence from your parents. It's really an inspiring story," remarked Mocha.

      "Who knew clothes meant for the other gender would prove to be inspiration for me, especially at a time of being bullied?" giggled Truffle.

      "Of course, now if you needed to go shopping, which you can at Flirty Fabrics, you'd just go straight for the girly clothes and we wouldn't be surprised at all," confirmed Mocha.

      "And I wouldn't have a care in the world who saw me getting them because everyone here is so friendly," agreed Truffle.

      "We can thank Eduardo for that as he's friendly too and set all the rules in place and Flippy Dove Treat for going the extra mile to make fat acceptable to be on display," recalled Mocha.

      "Yeah. Flippy is a true hero for all of us. If she hadn't done what she did, I don't think Pudgyville would be anywhere near as good a place to be," concluded Truffle.

*At Spicy Goods...*

      "Where are all the customers? asked Galapeño.

      "They aren't here I'm afraid. I guess ponies here just aren't into spicy food," replied Mrs. Spice.

      "What can we do about it?" asked Galapeño.

      "We'll have to make changes. Why not revamp the restaurant and the menu?" suggested Mrs. Spice.

      "That'll take a long time," moaned Galapeño.

      "It'll be worth it, trust me. We just need to come up with the redesign and the new menus. I'm sure your friends would be more than happy to help," assured Mrs. Spice.

      "I suppose we did need to expand the options for the menu and this place hasn't looked the best it could," pondered Galapeño.

      "That's my girl. First we need to tackle the new design. What will the new version look like?" noted Mrs. Spice.

      "It should look like one of our rumps with maybe alternating rump designs for the booths. Gives new meaning to take a seat," giggled Galapeño.

      "Pretty clever, Gala. How would we go about designing them though?" remarked Mrs. Spice.

      "We'll need soft materials like pillows. We could design them like pillows and have them as cushions," suggested Galapeño.
      "Another good idea. We'd need the funds to have them made and we'd have to wait for them to come in. I can help with that with my night club but we may have to expand to outside of it for bonus cash," added Mrs. Spice. *Outside...*

      "What do you think they're talking about?" asked Pop Drops.

      "Not sure. We should have a look inside. Sounds serious," remarked Mocha before she and the others head inside.

      "Sorry for just entering but we couldn't help noticing you two seem worried about something," explained Floaty Spin.

      "You may have noticed our restaurant is lacking customers. We're working to solve that," explained Mrs. Spice.

      "Have you got design ideas?" asked Mocha.

      "We do actually but don't want to reveal too much yet. We can assure the new design will be much better. Menus will also be updated for more variety," answered Galapeño.

      "Do you guys need any help?" asked Mocha.

      "We could use someone to actually make our designs," agreed Mrs. Spice.

      "I could try getting them done for my store and then I could let you two know when they're in. I'll have to get pricing through," admitted Mocha. 

      "If you can get them done, that'd be wonderful. We'd need enough to fill a number of seats but we don't yet know how many. I'll let you know once we finalize the design," continued Mrs. Spice.

      "My store is called Flirty Fabrics if you want to drop by yourself. See you later," said Mocha before she and the others leave.

      "What a helpful bunch of ponies in this town. I sure hope we can all pull through," stated Mrs. Spice.

*At Mocha's house...*

      "Mocha, dear, could we see you for a second?" called Mrs. Cream. *Mocha comes into the room.*

      "Yes, mom?" questioned Mocha.

      "Mocha, you know it's Chatrina's birthday today, right?" asked Mrs. Cream.

      "Actually I wasn't but I am now. Wait. does this involve cake?" replied Mocha.

      "It is partially about the cake, yes. We want you not to have any until that time comes. No bites or anything. We know how you can be around cake but you'll just have to find ways to avoid eating it or Chatrina and her guests will be very upset and so will your father and I. Think you can do that?" requested her mom.

      "I'll try, mom," assured Mocha.

      "You need to do more than try, dear. You need to actually follow through with this promise," corrected Mrs. Cream.

      "Will do, mom," agreed Mocha.

      "Good. Now we have to pick up the cake for the party. You can stay here or head outside but remember the rule about the cake. No eating," explained Mrs. Cream.

      "We'll be back in a bit," assured Mr. Cream before the two headed out.

      "No cake until the proper time? How will I do this? I love cake. It's like my number 1 food. How can I possibly resist the urge to eat cake?" thought Mocha. *Later that day...*

      "Mocha, you look troubled. Is something wrong?" asked Galapeño.

      "I have to avoid eating the one thing I love so much until the announcement comes at Chatrina's birthday party. I don't know if I can do it," stated Mocha.

      "We could get you cake from elsewhere and let you eat that," suggested Jasmine.

      "No because then I may not have room for Chatrina's cake. Besides, I'm a messy eater when it comes to cake. My mom will think I ate Chatrina's birthday cake. My parents are on their way to pick up the cake right now," protested Mocha.

      "We'll need a distraction. What can we do to help Mocha take her mind off the cake?" asked Galapeño.

      "Imagine the worst looking cake ever? suggested Pop Drops.

      "Is that even possible with Mocha?" asked Jasmine.

      "It's worth a try," agreed Floaty Spin.

      "Mocha, try to imagine the absolute worst tasting cake ever, like with all the flavors you couldn't possibly like together," urged Jasmine.

      "I can't even imagine a cake like that. Nothing I've ever eaten was that bad," replied Mocha.

      "We may just have to restrain her then," figured Galapeño.

      "Restrain 200 lb of jiggling mass? How will we do that?" asked Pop Drops.

      "Not easily," replied Jasmine. *That evening....*

      "Mocha, it's time for cake," called her mom.

      "Finally. You can all release me. I didn't think you'd be able to do it. I had to allow myself to go through this because it was for my own good. Hopefully I wore my energy down enough to make it less likely that I dive head first into the cake," remarked Mocha.

      "Only one way to find out," said Galapeño before she and others release Mocha. *Mocha walks inside her house.*
      "MOCHA! You promised!" yelled her mom.

      "I guess you really can't keep a cake foodie down," figured Floaty Spin.