Punny Pinkie: Dough

>Man, if there was ever a time you wanted some cake, it was right now.
>Like it was painful to not have some in your mouth.
>Standing up from your desk, you head into the kitchen and open the fridge.
>Some cider and mustard.
>You really need to get more food for home.
>Closing the door, you think about your next action.
>You could either go the day without cake and feel like less of a man, or you could go to that dreaded place...
>Sugarcube Corner.
>There was nothing wrong with the place; if anything, they had the best damn sweet in all of Ponyville!
>It was that damn pink heathen that drew you away from there.
>Sometimes, however, a man must put that aside for a nice slice of cake.
>Leaving your home, you begin your walk to pastry store, keeping an eye out for Pinkie along the way.
>Everything seems good so far.
>As you open the door of the shop, you peek inside.
>Still no signs of Pinkie.
>You walk up to the counter and ring the bell.
>Mrs. Cake comes from the kitchen and greets you.
>"Oh, Anonymous! It's been so long since we've seen you in here."
>Scratching the back of your head nervously, you let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, been busy lately."
>"Oh, we have a new kitchen now. Would care to see?"
"Sure," you say with a nod.
>As you enter the room, you can see a huge difference.
>The wood was reworked and the counters were even made with marble.
>Mr. Cake stands at the counter, presenting a new cake.
>"Oh, hello Anonymous! Like the new kitchen?"
"Yeah, it's a pretty nice place. You guys seem to do pretty well as a business."
>Turning to the two ponies, a question poses itself in your head.
"What made you guys ever want to become bakers?"
>Pinkie's head pops out from under the cake, sending frosting everywhere.
>"Because they kneaded the dough!"