Punny Pinkie: Alphabet Soup

>The rumble from your stomach could wake a neighborhood.
>Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you were damn well hungry!
>Digging through the fridge, you find nothing but cider and mustard.
>You really should go food shopping more.
>Closing the fridge, you make way for the pantry.
>Nothing but cobwebs and dust.
>Wait, is that a can?
>Reaching into the back of the cabinet, you grab the cylindrical container and look at the label.
>"Chef Ponyardee: Alphabet Soup"
>HOLYSHIT
>It's been years since you've had alphabet soup!
>Memories of coming home from preschool to a piping hot bowl of those pasta letters come to mind.
>Cracking open the can, you place the contents into a pot, you fire up the stove and begin the boiling process.
>One problem rises: There was no fresh milk to drink with it.
>How could you enjoy a nostalgic meal with out the nostalgic drink?
>Looking at the stove, you wonder if you should turn it off.
>That would mean you had to reheat it again and wait even longer.
"Fuck it."
>You set the pilot to 'low' and begin heading out of your home, only to be stopped by the evil ball of pink hair.
>"Hey Anonymous! Where ya going?"
"To the market for milk. I need to hurry, I have alphabet soup on the stove."
>Pinkie's sinister grin forms upon her face.
>"Leaving alphabet soup on the stove unattended. That could spell disaster."