Masala is blind-folded, and her hands are tied together. She begins to talk but feels the anxiety of what is coming! Smack! Cinnamon gets her good! A pie hits her face, bursting into cool, messy, and drippy cream that covers her eyes, nose, and cheeks. She then gets 3 more pastel colored pies.

Masala is left dripping, and covered while Cinnamon is cackling as usual!