“Alright birthday girl, are you ready for your surprise?” Pastry asked.
“More than I’ll ever be.” A ballerina replied. She was a ballerina-like clown woman with light blue hair that was done tightly in a bun and pulled back (otherwise her hair was big and poofy, something she was embarrassed about), freckles dotted along her face, and apparel consisting of a blue tutu with a small platter style skirt. Her body was heavily pear-shaped with large legs to further help with her ballet acts and performances. She opened her eyes to see a giant cake and a couple of cream tanks.