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Cakewalk on the Catwalk	By : FairySlayer Category: +S through Z > Strawberry Shortcake Views: 4780 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cakewalk on the Catwalk

A too-sweet Strawberry Shortcake lemon for The Evil Fairy
by Fairy Slayer

In a Strawberry shaped cottage in the middle of Strawberryland there was something wrong. The adorable and usually hyperactive puppy, Pupcake, was lying quietly on the floor and staring at the coffee table, his eyes downcast. It didn't take long for the home's owner, the adorable redhead Strawberry Shortcake, to notice her white and blue puppy's sadness.

"Oh, what's wrong, Pupcake?" she said while kneeling down to pet him. He whimpered but didn't even look up at her.

Hearing her owner's concerned voice and the dog's timid reply, her fluffy light and dark pink cat Custard raised her head from the pillow she was napping on. Without even stopping to stretch she jumped down on the floor and, in an uncharacteristic show of concern, she too laid a tender paw on the puppy to comfort him.

Then she looked around. "I know what's wrong, Strawberry," she announced. "Pupcake's favorite chew toy is under the coffee table, and you know he has a problem with being in underneath places. And the bottom shelf is too low for him to reach under." Without another word, Custard hunched down as far as she could and wriggled under the table. A single strike batted the toy out from underneath, sending it flying so hard that it bounced off Cupcake's nose.

In an instant the puppy snatched it in his teeth and playfully shook his head back and forth really fast. Custard slid out from underneath and shook her head as the re-energized dog started jumping around and making a lot of noise. "Maybe that was a mistake. But I guess it was the right thing to do," the cat sighed.

Strawberry immediately picked up the cat and hugged her tightly. "That's right. Friends should always help other friends." Then she placed one hand on Pupcake's head, getting his attention and staring into his sparkling blue eyes. "But that can only happen when you know your friend is in trouble. And sometimes that's hard because your friend may not tell you."

Strawberry let go of her pets and got up before walking over to the bookshelf. "That reminds me of a most berry special story," she said while pulling out her strawberry-shaped Remembering Book. But instead of taking it to the couch she peeked behind its spot on the shelf with one eye. "Computer, open berry special compartment."

"Oh no," Custard groaned, "Please don't tell the story I think you're going to. It's embarrassing..."

Strawberry ignored Custard's plea and continued, "Access code: Coito, ergo sum."

"Non... Te precor strawberry supplex!" Custard pleaded as she lowered her head to the floor and put her paws over her face.

"Oh Custard!" the redhead laughed.

The thin red stripe of a laser scanner passed over Strawberry's eye and then a computer voice announced, "Stella Betsy Shortman — Identity verified." The girl cringed at her birth name. One of the wooden slats popped into the wall and slid off to one side. Strawberry reached in and shuffled around a few magazines, books and toys until she found a leather-bound diary with a built-in silver combination lock.

Custard tried one more time, "You know Strawberry, this story really isn't age-appropriate."

"Oh, don't worry," Strawberry reassured the cat while putting back the Remembering Book, "Apple Dumplin' usually doesn't come home until dark anyway."

Custard mumbled, "Pfft! That kid has worse adult supervision than the Rugrats."

They went to the couch where Strawberry sat in the middle. Her pets jumped up and sat on each side of her while she unlocked the book. After flipping through several pages of mostly risqué pencil and marker drawings she came to picture of them and their friends at a picnic. "It all started one day not too long ago when my friends and I were enjoying a beautiful afternoon. However, none of us noticed that Angel Cake wasn't acting like herself, at least not at first. And it wasn't just her..."

It was a gorgeous sunny day in Strawberryland. A light breeze caressed the thick green grass covering the hill where Strawberry Shortcake and her beloved pets were sitting on a large blanket. They were accompanied by some of her best friends: Ginger Snap, the hyperactive and wiry Asian girl who was as famous for her complex inventions as she was for making delicious cookies; Orange Blossom, a meek yet very cute African-Strawberrian girl with frizzy pigtails who ran a large and very successful orchard; Huckleberry Pie, the only boy in the group, a spunky brown-haired kid who made a good living doing odd jobs, especially by helping out Orange Blossom during the busy season.

There was also Blueberry Muffin, a girl with long, wavy brown hair who loved to read to and organize stage plays for children, despite her minor speech impediment; and their not-so-friendly friend Peppermint Fizz, a slightly older strawberry-blonde girl whose source of livelihood remained a mystery, as she didn't seem to be very successful at anything she tried.

And most importantly, there was Strawberry's second best friend — besides Custard — Angel Cake, a gorgeous young girl with long wavy blonde hair who ran a small bakery and occasionally did catering work.

Most of them were enjoying big slices of a very fancy chocolate cake, with the notable exceptions of Angel Cake and Peppermint Fizz. The latter was sitting with her arms crossed and had a scowl on her face as she contemplated the huge piece of cake in front of her. Occasionally she sneered or shot Angel Cake a nasty look.

Orange Blossom took a bite and then closed her eyes. Her head rolled back as she chewed slowly and then reluctantly swallowed the little taste of heaven. "This triple-deluxe chocolate raspberry cake with butter cream frosting is delicious, Angel Cake! You really outdid yourself." Ginger Snap excitedly tried to add something through her full mouth but only ended up sputtering a bit of frosting before catching herself. The others enjoying it simply nodded and moaned in agreement while keeping their full mouths closed.

"Thank you," Angel answered before yawning. "I've been baking so much lately that I feel like I can make even the fanciest cakes in my sleep." Then she yawned again before adding, "And some days it feels like I did."

Strawberry quickly swallowed and took a sip of tea to wash it down. "You must be berry busy ever since you lowered your prices. But if you're too busy then maybe you should raise them again," she suggested. Then the redhead suddenly felt like she may have crossed a line. Perhaps Angel Cake was having money problems, she thought, and Strawberry didn't want to embarrass her. So she took another sip of tea and then offered, "I mean, if you want. But hey! If you get too busy then I can come help out once in a while."

"Me too!" Huckleberry Pie blurted out, spraying wet crumbs and bits of frosting from his lips. Instantly embarrassed, he put his hand over his mouth. "Sorry!" he said. Peppermint huffed and brushed some of his overspray off her sleeve.

"That's berry nice of you, Huck," Strawberry said while shooting him a genuine smile. Huckleberry's shoulders pulled in tight for a moment and he began to blush. This wasn't lost on Orange Blossom. After staring at the lovestruck boy for a moment she quietly sighed.

Angel broke her out of her disappointment by quietly asking, "Orange Blossom, did you happen to bring those oranges and plums?"

"Oh yes! I almost forgot," Blossom exclaimed while pulling up and opening her basket. Strawberry, Blueberry and Huckleberry all suddenly perked up too, with comments like 'Oh, yeah' and 'Here's mine.' They each handed over their respective baskets to the blonde girl. In a matter of seconds Angel had four large baskets nearly overflowing with fruit in front of her.

Her eyes went wide and she cringed for a moment. She hesitantly took an orange but then quickly and expertly peeled it. "That's quite a lot," Angel noted while squirming in place. "I feel like I really should pay you for all this." She slipped an orange section into her mouth, as if to silence herself.

Strawberry immediately jumped in, "Oh, I would never take any money from you. We're all happy to help you any way we can," she insisted before turning towards the others and adding, "Right?" The other three nodded vigorously. Strawberry smiled to herself. Sure, her friends probably wouldn't have asked Angel Cake for money anyway, but now she had made it so that they would feel too guilty if they did. Though as the redhead looked at the others she could see that their generosity was genuine as hers.

Huckleberry made a point to swallow hard before adding, "And besides, you're going to use them to make more delicious treats for us anyway!"

"Like this aweso-ome cake," Blueberry chimed in with her mild stutter.

"Ha!" Peppermint huffed while shoving her untouched piece of cake away from her. Then she raised her hands, waving them wildly for a moment. "If this cake is so awesome then why isn't Angel Cake eating any of it herself, hmm?" Then she pointed straight at Angel. "You're definitely up to something, so what are you trying to pull?"

The others were confused, but Strawberry was truly aghast. "Peppermint!" she cried out.

"It's nothing," Angel murmured before regaining her normal voice. "It's just that, uh, I've been baking so much lately that I kind of need a break. You know." She popped another orange segment into her mouth and just suckled it, not daring to meet Peppermint's searing gaze.

"Besides! Angel Cake has been eating some of that little pound cake in her basket," Ginger Snap said all too fast, as usual. "Right Angel Cake? Oh yeah, mind if I try a bite!" The blonde didn't have a chance to stop Ginger from reaching into her basket and breaking off a piece of the cake before immediately popping it into her mouth. Angel tried to stop her but only managed to knock over her basket, spilling out the picked-at cake and a black zippered pouch about the size of a paperback book. Ginger's face turned to annoyed curiosity as she quickly chewed and swallowed. "Hey Angel Cake, this tastes kind of funny? Just kind of wrong somehow. That's really weird, huh? 'Cause everything you've ever made is just so delicious..."

Angel Cake surreptitiously reached for the pouch while sheepishly explaining, "Oh, I've been trying to make up new recipes and that one didn't come out right. It's not good enough to give you guys, but I really don't want to waste anything if I can help it." She laughed nervously.

Strawberry Shortcake bit her lip, again wondering if things were so bad that Angel Cake was reduced to eating only what hadn't come out right; even worse, it was a very bad sign that anything Angel baked hadn't turned out delicious.

But before she could think about it too much Peppermint pointed accusingly at her untouched slice of cake and then thrust her head forward, almost growling at Angel, "And I bet this is just another one of your failures too but everyone is just too polite to say anything. Or too dumb to notice."

They were all in shock, except for Ginger who had just caught sight of the pouch. She snatched it up and exclaimed loudly, "Hey Angel Cake, what's this? Is it another treat, huh?" Angel pulled her hands to her mouth and gasped in horror. Ginger grasped the zipper's slider and continued rambling, "I bet this one is much better than the last because that one..."

"Leave that alone!" Custard scolded while leaping over the blanket and landing right in front of Ginger Snap. She scowled at the girl and raised a paw as if to bat her hand. Everyone froze in place, shocked not only at what she had done but also the fact that she had done it. Then Strawberry's heart nearly stopped when, just for an instant, she thought she saw the very tips of her cat's claws tense up a tiny bit.

Angel used Ginger Snap's shock to grab the case from her and shove it into her basket. She got up quickly and tearfully said, "I have to go." She turned around and bolted off, forgetting the baskets of fruit and the remains of the pound cake. Everyone stared in confusion as Angel ran away.

"See? There's definitely something not right with that girl," Peppermint Fizz gloated, breaking everyone else from their shock. Peppermint got up to leave but then turned back one last time to add, "She's definitely a few celery stalks short of a bunch, and I want nothing to do with her or her funny-tasting cakes!" Then she stomped off.

"What the heck is celery?" Huckleberry asked himself out loud. Most of the girls looked at him and one another, shrugging their shoulders.

Strawberry was still incredulous over her cat's outburst. She didn't know what to feel exactly, but it all added up to being very, berry upset. "Why did you do that, Custard? What's wrong with you!"

The cat immediately dropped her pointing paw and hung her head in shame. She then looked up meekly at Ginger. "I didn't mean to snap at you. But Angel Cake looked unhappy, and maybe you shouldn't have touched her stuff without asking."

Ginger Snap only kept staring at the pound cake lying on the ground, ignoring everything else.

Strawberry cleared her throat, getting at least Custard's attention before adding, "I think what Custard is trying to say is that we all have things we want to keep to ourselves sometimes. Maybe that was just something Angel Cake wanted to keep private."

Custard looked back up at Ginger, whose lips were quivering a little. "Yeah, that's the ticket," the cat added. Strawberry put her hands on her hips and gave Custard a stern look. The kitty cowered and then continued, "But it was wrong of me to do that and I'm very sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

Tears welled up in Ginger's eyes. She stared down at her knees and spoke rather slowly, for her anyway, "But I didn't mean to hurt Angel Cake's feelings, honest!"

"We know, and I'm sure Angel Cake knows that too," Strawberry tried to reassure Ginger while stepping towards her.

Custard slowly raised a paw to place on Ginger's hand, but the girl suddenly rocked back onto her feet and stood up. Without a word she turned around and simply walked away. Custard felt bad and a little scared. She ran after the girl a short way, asking her to wait up, but Ginger ignored her. The cat finally stopped and just watched her walk away.

Strawberry was a little worried too, but she felt like it was all getting to be too much to deal with. She half-begged the others, "Please don't be too mad at Custard. She's been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately, plus she got lost by herself at night last week and that really upset her." Then she cleared her throat and said, "Tell you what: why don't you guys clean up and I'll take the fruit to Angel and make sure she's okay." As the unofficial leader and counselor of the bunch she knew that she would have to pay Ginger Snap a visit too, but one thing at a time.

"Well, the cleanup is practically done anyway," Orange Blossom announced while pointing at where the cake had been. There was just a very full-bellied Pupcake lying on his back and moaning with pleasure.

"I'll take him ho-ome and put the blanket on the clo-othesline for you," Blueberry offered, smiling while practically rolling the engorged puppy off the blanket.

"Thank you," Strawberry said while she awkwardly picked up the baskets, struggling not to spill any of the fruit.

Huck eagerly offered to go with her but she kindly insisted that she'd better go alone. Though disappointed, he quickly found two thick branches and helped her balance two baskets on each, making the heavy load a bit easier to carry. Strawberry grunted as she lifted them and then started off towards Cakewalk.

Custard tried to shake off her deep worry as she bounded down the path to catch up with her owner, but it still haunted her. "Gee, Strawberry, I really am sorry. It's just that I feel really bad about Angel Cake having, uhm, about how tired she looked. But what I did made me feel even worse, and I promise I'll never do that again, ever!"

Strawberry stopped and lowered the baskets onto the ground before getting down on her knees. She picked up Custard and hugged her tightly, burying her face in the cat's soft thick pink fur. Then she held the side of her face against Custard's and whispered. "It's okay. I love you so much Custard, and even if you make mistakes and do bad things sometimes I'll still always love you. You know that, right?"

"I know," she sighed. She knew that should make her feel better, but at that moment Custard only felt more ashamed. When Strawberry loosened her grip and looked at Custard, the cat couldn't bring herself to meet her owner's gaze.

Her kitty's attitude seemed to be making less sense every day, so Strawberry figured it was a good time to find out what was really bothering her. "Custard, are you unhappy about something?" Custard hesitated then shook her head just a little. "Has Pupcake been doing stuff that makes you really unhappy or even mad?"

"No, it's nothing to do with Pupcake," she mumbled.

"Well, then did I..." Strawberry choked up a little. Before she could really ask, Custard awkwardly wriggled out of the hug, leaving Strawberry a bit surprised, even a tad hurt.

"I guess we'd better get these to Angel Cake, huh?" Custard said while walking ahead.

The redhead quickly brushed it off as just more of her pet's odd mood. Or at least she tried. Strawberry picked up the baskets and continued on her way while still trying to make Custard feel better. "You know, sometimes I forget how sensitive and caring you really are. I think I understand why you did that, even if it was still berry wrong. Your heart was in the right place, but you have to be more careful about how you show your concern, okay?"

That did make the cat feel a little better. "I know," Custard sighed. Then the cat suddenly asked, "Strawberry? Do you mind if I go do something?"

"What's that?"

"Well, just like how you always make invitations and Thank You cards and stuff, maybe I should go make an I'm Sorry card for Ginger Snap."

"That's a great idea!" Strawberry beamed with pride, plus she hoped it would mean she wouldn't have to go to Ginger Snap's later and talk her down. That way she could take her time with Angel. "And maybe Angel Cake will have an easier time opening up about what's wrong if it's just the two of us," she added.

Custard's eyes shot to one side then the other, but then she stopped in thought for a moment. "If only... that would be for the best. Good luck!" she added before scampering off, leaving her owner even more confused. And worried.

It felt like the baskets had grown much heavier by the time Strawberry made it to Angel Cake's, but she was used to hard work. However, the girl nearly fell over herself when she saw what was on her friend's front porch: there were easily two dozen pastry boxes, all filled with goodies and ready to be sent out. Then on the other side of the front door was an entire pallet filled with large sacks of flour, sugar and all sorts of other baking supplies covered with a plastic tarp. Next to that were several dairy delivery crates, most of them filled with empty milk and cream bottles. After Strawberry climbed the steps she couldn't help but notice a few boxes from Carmel Corn's farm too.

She put the baskets down and knocked on the door. There was no immediate answer, but after Strawberry knocked again and called a few times the door opened halfway, revealing a bedraggled Angel Cake. The blonde was wearing her apron and chef's hat, and from the flour and mess on her clothes, hair and face it was easy to see that she had been busy baking again.

"You left so fast that you forgot all your fruit." Strawberry picked up a basket and offered, "Let me get these inside so we can wash them and put them in the 'fridge."

"Oh that's okay," Angel chirped while snatching the baskets one by one and putting them down just inside the door. "I can take care of it, really. You've already done enough." Angel then looked away from her friend and fidgeted with the doorknob. "Thank you for bringing them though."

"Hey, it looks like you're berry busy, and I don't have to go anywhere for a while. Let me stay and help!"

Angel bit her lower lip and still couldn't look Strawberry in the eye. Without thinking she opened the door some more but then suddenly pulled it back against her side. "I'd really really like that, but after the way I ruined the picnic I don't deserve your help."

"Oh no! It wasn't your fault. Not at all. It was just one of those things."

"Maybe you're right Strawberry, but all in all I think I'd really just rather be alone for a while."

"I understand," she said even though she didn't. Strawberry realized she wouldn't get anywhere unless she pulled out the big guns. So she turned to the line that always worked, "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Oh, thank you for understanding, Strawberry," Angel said while giving her friend a quick hug around her neck. The redhead was speechless as Angel disappeared into her house, the door quickly slamming behind her.

The shock took a few seconds to wear off, but then Strawberry turned around and started moseying back towards home. "Okay then," she murmured to herself, "I'm glad we had this talk."
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