The beloved wanted cake?
"LET THEM EAT CAKE!" Miffy's demand only made Peeves want to do one thing:
Throw. The. cake.
SPLAT
The cake made contact! And then Peeves was throwing more, cackling madly as he blew raspberries. This was his wedding! The entertainment wasn't being entertaining, so he had to do it himself, of course!
SPLAT......SPLAT "Miffy, aim for Myrtle!" he grinned with wicked glee.
"HA-HA! Moping Moaning UNWED MYRTLE!