|My Little Brony: Reality vs Fantasy
Author: Klutzybear PM
Oh, muffins! Pinkie Pie finally broke through the fourth-wall, and now a closet Brony ends up in Ponyville! A place that's not entirely accustomed to humans. Uh-oh, What'll happen? Read and find out, duh!Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 13 - Words: 94,259 - Reviews: 166 - Favs: 154 - Follows: 145 - Updated: 07-08-11 - Published: 04-23-11 - id: 6930195
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I don't own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Chapter 1: My Little World
Anthony Scale had a problem.
No, it wasn't drug or alcohol related ( though a part of him wish it was,) it was more like a question of his manliness. Even now, he frequently asked himself a very important question that he wish someone would answer.
"Why the hell can't I stop watching My Little Ponies!?" Ruffling his coal black hair in fustration. The twenty year old male sat at his computer desk; finishing the twentieth episode of a series he previously considered 'too girly' to watch.
The show, the characters; and the somewhat cheesy songs still reminded him of the old My Little Pony made for girls, yet there was something strangely tasteful in this lighthearted series. There was action, adventure, character development and the separate plots were too intriguing to ignore. In fact: if the show was anything else, he would've had no problem admitting that this was the best thing to ever grace television this year.
But it was a show about MY LITTLE PONY! How could he proudly admit a love for a cartoon that he was simply too old for?
"Shit, the next one is the last episode too," he muttered, flicking through Youtube; finding nothing after episode twenty-one. At this point, he was gonna be one of the many secret fans that would have to wait for a new episode every week; and a little longer for those trying to catch it online (like him.)
He sighed and picked up the empty plastic bowl filled with nothing, but crumbs. "I might as well enjoy it with another bowl of Cheetohs." Standing up, he wiped the remaining crumbs off his orange and gray sleeved T-shirt and let the rest of them fall off his Kahaki pants. His eye caught the digital clock on his cable box blinking midnight as he left the room.
" I should be getting ready for bed soon too. I've gotta get up early for work. . . Bleh." If there was anything Anthony wasn't good at, it was waking up in the morning. Sure, a decent job paid for his internet connection (as well as ponies) but that didn't mean he loved it. Being a pizza delivery boy was suppose to be a stepping stone to achieving his life dream. . . Whatever that was suppose to be.
"Maybe I should get some standards first, before I go looking for a dream." He looked down at his belly, which was somewhat round, but not to the point where he couldn't see his feet. Those extra slices of pizza always seem to stick to his belly like glue now a days. . .
"Screw it. . . Ponies first, then bed."
If only life was as simple as My Little Pony. He'd never have to worry again.
In the peaceful village of Ponyville, where the fabulous Carousel Boutique was located. A certain style-crazed pony was busy with her own set of problems.
"No, no, no! . . . That won't do at all!"
The azure gray pony clicked her tongue as her horn glowed and magically tossed aside the floating green ribbon from the mannequin -wearing a beautifully tailored satin blue dress- only to be replaced with a different ribbon.
Rarity, the indigo maned owner of the most stylish and beautiful gowns of Ponyville, was having a tough time with her newest challenge: discovering a new style for her rambunctious friend, Rainbow Dash, and her meek buddy, Fluttershy. There was going to be a special Gala for all the Pegasus in Cloudsdale to celebrate its founding. It was one of the few times Rarity would get the chance to show off her fashion to the ponies who usually had their heads in the clouds, but due to the Earth Ponies lack of ability to cloud-walk like their fellow winged-kind. She had no choice but to have someone else show off her designs.
True, she already made them a couple of outfits from an earlier time (outfits she never wanted to think of again) but those were so yesterday. If she wanted to keep ahead of the fashion world, then she had to raise the bar for herself and the rest of the world. Fluttershy's new outfit had been a fairly easy one to make. Remembering how much the last dress represented her love of the wilderness, she decided to fall for a more princess-like gown that matched her meekness and went great with the color of her beautiful pink mane.
Rainbow Dash, however, was a completely different story. For some reason, she had a thing for the super hero look– Which Rarity found both childish and least to say, distasteful– So she decided to make a dress that expressed the proud colorful pony and at the same time, revealed the hidden girl inside. Originally, she was going to ask Dash if she wanted one, but considering the tomcolt's lack of taste and her irritating habit of saying "it needs to be twenty percent cooler" (What does that even mean?) She decided to give the dress to her as a 'surprise'; then guilt the little speed star into wearing it before she could put up a fight.
It might've been a little underhanded, but Rarity knew if the little ponies went to that Gala dressed like they normally did. They'd be the laughingstock of the party. . . Besides, she had a business to run.
"Oo-o-o-o-h, I can feel it crumbling!"
A familiar voice caught Raritys ear. She turned to the distraction; not the least bit surprised to find a rose-magneta manned pony wearing Fluttershy's princess gown; having a staring contest, apparently, with herself as she gazed into the tall three-way mirror with an eerie amount of focus that was unlike the energetic ball of pink she knew.
"Pinkie Pie, what in Equestria are you doing?" She questioned her strange little friend. "I thought I told you to hang Fluttershys dress up?"
The concentration on Pinkie Pies face broke as she glanced at the mirror-image of Rarity and replied, "oh! I forgot about that. Sorry. . . I was just trying to do something Twilight told me about last night."
Curious, Rarity couldn't resist asking, " and what did Twilight tell you?"
Pinkie Pie smiled without care and honestly answered, " How to break the fourth-wall."
Rarity blinked. Then processed the information in her mind before hesistantly repeating the words, "Breaking. . . The fourth. . . Wall?"
Realizing, she wasn't going to accomplish her mission and discuss the idea at the same time. The party balloon flanked pony turned away from the mirror; nodded. " Uh-huh! When we were eating some leftover cake from yesterdays party. Twilight told me about this one book she loved that had a fourth-wall breaking moment in the end. I asked her, 'what that was?' and she told me that 'breaking the fourth-wall meant that was when the characters in the story interacted with the ponies that were reading it,' like her."
Rarity rolled eyes during the heavy explanation. It was just like Pinkie Pie to take a simple, interesting idea and turn it into something strange and. . . so Pinkie Pie! One of these days, she was gonna have to talk to Twilight about giving Pinkie any brain-turning ideas that didn't involve parties or food.
"And now you're trying to break this supposed fourth-wall we're in?"
"And you don't find that idea even the teeniest-tiniest-bit. . . strange?"
"Of course not!" The party horse innocently replied.
"Oh Pinkie. . ." Rarity sighed again for her friends brilliant expression. Sometimes she wondered if Pinkie truly was the same age as her?
"What a silly idea you've come up with. There's no such thing as a 'fourth-wall' for us. After all. . ."
Rarity smiled confidently and with a toss of her mane, she struck a pose that only the most confident and beautiful pony models would dare try. " Who could ever hope to imagine someone as beautiful as me," she relaxed and gave a queer eye to her friend. " Or as. . . charming, as you?" Though she smiled innocently, her voice was as dull as the flat end of a hammer.
But whether or not she noticed, Pinkie didn't relent in her new-found belief. With a small twinkle in her bluish cyan eye she confidently argued. " But what if we were in a story that other people could see? I mean, we go through a lot of crazy cool stuff and who wouldn't want to join in all of the fun parties I make?"
She glanced back at her mirror image and continued. "I just know there's something out there that can't be explained in one of Twilight books, and I won't stop till I find it!" Finishing her speech, she glanced down for a moment and then looked back at Rarity.
"Oh, and gesundheit!"
Rarity rose an eyebrow at the note, but quickly dismissed it along with a giggle. 'You know, if it was anyone else, I'd feel troubled. But this 'is' Pinkie Pie after all; she'll just forget about it sooner or later.' With a toss of her indigo mane, Rarity decided to let Pinkie enjoy her fantasy and relented. " Alright then, but if you want to break the 'fourth-wall' could you do it at home? I still have to prepare Rainbow Dash's outfit for the party next week."
"Oh, sure thing! I've gotta get home anyway. Tomorrow at work, the cake family and I are gonna bake a special treat for the Pegasus! Maybe they'll even try my Barbeque icing recipe!" Pinkie laughed excitedly as she took off Fluttershys outfit. She paused a moment later. " Or is it Pegasi?. . . I always get those pesky pluarls confused."
Behind Pinkie, Rarity was gagging at the mere thought of her friends idea. Barbeque sauce for a topping! Maybe, she should start worrying a bit more. . .
"See ya later!" Pinkie said as she opened the doorway and bounced out, 'Pepe Le Pew' style.
"Good-bu–" She started to say, when a small tingle in her nose hit her.
" Bu, Bu, Buuaaaaa-CHOO!"
Rarity sniffled; rubbed her sensitive nose.
"Oh my. . . I hope I'm not catching a. . . Wait a minute." Rarity blinked as she remembered Pinkies earlier comment. Turning to the closed door, she wondered out loud. "Did Pinkie just. . . Did I?. . ." But in the end, Rarity shook her head and laughed at her own paranoia. . . albeit, nervously.
"No, no. . . It couldn't be. . . "
There wasn't any point in worrying over something so silly.
The only person in the world who could ever hope to understand Pinkie Pie. . . was Pinkie Pie.
"Now where did I set that ribbon at?"
The sun had already magically set by the time Pinkie Pie bounded her way back home to the Sugarcube Corner. A confectionery store that resembled a candy home, like the one that attracted a couple of nosy kids named Hansel and Gretel.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake were a very sweet couple (no pun intended) that adored Pinkie Pie and her energetic behavior. Though, she was awfully strange and rowdy at times, her carefree attitude and silly nature brought a smile to everyone's face. In return for all the hard work she put in, they allowed her to stay in the apartment on the second floor of the shop.
Walking into her room, Pinkie Pie yawned on reflex when she found her cushy bed and the fluffy heart-shapped pillows waiting for her. "I've gotta write down that recipe for tomorrow." She approached the bed and bent down to her forlegs. Struck with paranoia, she looked over her shoulders to see if the coast was clear. Finding nothing, she moved her head beneath the bed and pulled out a small wooden chest with a combination lock.
Spinning the dial to the right numbers, the lock opened with a [click!] and the lid flipped open to reveal another solid steel door underneath. The surface had an advance keypad and a digital screen, asking for a 'five numbered code.' Unfazed, Pinkie Pie narrowed her eyes and checked behind her once more. The only thing she was her mirror-image staring right back at her from one of the beauty mirrors Rarity gave as a gift to brighten up the dull room.
She put in the code and watched the keypad slide down show an additional scanner behind it. This time the screen above changed and read, "Please insert your I.D. Print." With a Pinkie Pie smile, she merely opened her mouth and slapped her tongue right against the scanner. The safe beeped a few times before the screen changed and read, "thank you!"
Finished with the oddly long security process. Pinkie latched her teeth on the safe handle and pulled it open. The escaping air hissed as the door opened and revealed one of the ponies most prized and treasured possessions that she ever owned: her diary.
"You can never be too safe!" She giggled as she rubbed the gold printed cover. "Now all I need is my pe-EH-EH-EH-Eh-N-N-N-N-naaahh!" Suddenly Pinkie Pie began to shudder and shake, like she'd been caught in an earthquake. Bouncing around her room like a jackhammer, everything- from the picture frames on the wall and potted plant set next to doorway to the beauty mirror- began to feel the vibrations running through the floor.
Then as quick as it came, it stopped.
"Uh-Oh." Pinkie gulped.
One of her old foretelling habits had kicked in and this time it was the newest one: The dreaded doozy! The last time she had a reaction like this, it ended up getting her and her friends chased across a swamp by a Hydra (Too bad the real reaction had been caused by Twilight finally acknowledging her unexplainable gift. Boy, was she mad when she heard that. . .)
"I wonder what's gonna happen now?" She paused and looked out the window. "Is the sky gonna fall?" She turned and looked under her bed. "Is another monster gonna pop out?" With a startled gasp, she suddenly looked up at the cieling, where the lightbulb hung. " Is global warming real?"
She backed away feeling very intimidated by the very room she once considered her safe haven.
Now it felt like a disaster zone ready to happen!
She jumped and turned quick as lightning to meet! . . . . Her own reflection.
"Oh . . . Phew!" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Calm down Pinkie. . . It's just a mirror. . . Just do what you practiced and let it all flow natur– Hey, wait!" Her sense of dread was suddenly kicked to the curb by her newest interest.
"Let's try breaking the fourth-wall again!" She smiled confidently and got into a steady stance. Her eyes, focusing intently on her mirror image.
"Come on Pinkie, you can do it," she encouraged herself, "just gotta believe you can!"
She stared into the image, her focus reaching its peak. The room fell so silent she could hear the buzzing of the light bulb as the energy flowed. The sweat ran down her head as she ignored the sudden painful itch on her flank and started to grow cross-eyed from the weird staring contest.
She was so still, she could barely breathe- Much less talk to herself. If she was ever going to find a way to break through that fourth-wall, then she had to give it everything she had!
But as Pinkie Pie was concentrating on doing the impossible. She never did notice that the same itch she was ignoring, had actually been her cutie mark, which was emitting a dull green glow. . .
Back in the world of reality.
"You gotta ca-a-a-re, You gotta sha-a-a-are– Oh, get out of my head!"
Anthony screamed at himself as the annoying song of Pinkie Pie dragged on during the comedy battle scene of Appleloosa. The song was so cute and simple, that it easily found its way into his head. Sometimes he wish he could hate the little pony, but her random nature had definetly grown on him. Hell, he even liked Rarity, and she was probably his least favorite on the show!
"My god. If anyone found out about this, I'd never live it down." He could only hope by morning, he'd forget the song and carry on with his pitiful life as a closet brony fan.
Reaching for another Cheetoh puff, he accidentally knocked the bowl over and spilled the contents on his keyboard. "Oh, nonono!" Panicking, he dove to protect his precious computer by grabbing the bigger pieces and putting them back in the bowl. But, once again, his clumsiness ended up knocking the entire bowl all over the floor.
"Aw, suck!" He bent down to re-pick his lost prize.
Distracted by the growing mess, he never saw the image of his computer freakishly morph and start to spin the opened window screens like they'd been caught in some kinda digital whirlpool. It wasn't long before the screen blurred into a big patch of green and finally opened up to reveal a cross-eyed Pinkie Pie staring stupidly from the other side.
Baffled, she comically shook off the looming double-vision and asked, "w-what's going on?"
Searching through the new dimensional hole and veiwing what little of the human world she could see. Pinkie was given quite the surprise when her answer came in the form of a cheetoh covered Anthony.
"Ah-HA! I got them all!" He proudly declared as he held the bowl of cheetohs over his head, like Link did whenever he found. . . Anything really.
"Woah! Who the heck are you?" Pinkie shouted from the other end of screen.
"Eh?" Anthony blinked. Since when did he enlarged the window to show the entire video. . .?
"Aw, crap. Did I miss something epic?" From all of his cheetoh collecting, he recalled forgetting to pause the video. Now he was gonna have to rewind it and see what he missed.
"Crap, where's the mouse on this thing?" He muttered, looking for the arrow to appear on the screen.
"Oh, a mouse! where?" The Pinkie Pie on his screen spouted excitedly- Much to Anthony's surprise. "Fluttershy loves mice!. . . Or is it meece? . . . I kinda hate plurals."
Anthony leaned back in his seat, feeling a bit disturbed by the realistic reaction. "Uuh. . .That was weird. . . Is Pinkie Pie breaking the fourth-wall again?" He snorted. It was one of the neat quirks about her, she was very toony and. . .
Pinkie reacted with a gasp and her sparkling eyes nearly engulfed the screen as her voice shrieked through the monitors. "Holy doodle! You mean I've broken the fourth-wall before?. . . Wait!. . . Wouldn't I remember that?"
Anthony stood stock still at the image on his screen. Keeping completely silent as he ever so carefully watched the screen with a trembling realization.
"Yes. . .You kinda did. . . hello?" Needless to say, he felt really stupid (and spooked) talking to a monitor until. . .
"Ohmygosh! That's so cool! Rarity is so-o-o-o gonna be jealous when she realizes what I did! Oh, hi! Who are you? What are you? Are you nice? I'm Pinkie Pie and I like lottsa things, but mostly getting to know new people! So what's you're name and what do you do? Where are you. . .Uuh, Are you okay?"
Anthony Scale was busy holding his beating heart before it burst from his chest like an Alien from the movie with a similar title and run out the door to call the operator for a number to the loony bin. His mind over reality was ever so slightly cracked by the interaction with a cartoon character in his monitor. "T-t-this has to be a dream. . . I'm dreaming!" He summed up with a nervous laugh. A dream was the only explanation for such a strange event!
"O-o-o-oh, then maybe we're sharing a dream together? Or wait! Maybe I'm dreaming and you're a figment of my imagination!" Pinkie Pie "Hmm'd" over her explanation for a nanosecond. " Or I could be your dream and I'm in you're head, but then again wouldn't I remember if I was asl– "
"WILL YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING!" Anthony yelled as he shoved his finger at the screen to silence the raving pony before he lost his marbles! . . . If he hadn't already. . .
Unfortunately, his reaction had the opposite effect. Namely, when he stuck his finger at the screen. He never had the intention of actually putting his hand through it- Much less, feel the warm snout of a cartoon character.
The accident ended up knocking Pinkie Pie on her rump, "Ow! What the?" She sat there, rubbing her nose with a hoof; staring at the first human appendage to ever grace the land of Equestria. "Woah, I didn't know you could do that!"
"What the Fu– AHHhhhhhh!" He let out a girly scream when his hand was suddenly sucked inside the monitor. . . along with the rest of him.
Uh-oh. . ." Was all Pinkie Pie could say before her own reality made itself known by a two hundred pound male flying through a magical hole in the mirror.
" . . . waaaaaaAAAAAHHHH!"
With the sound of glass shattering and a girly scream, Anthony and Pinkie Pie went tumbling across the wooden floor together until the two smashed into the wall on the opposite side. The impact had been so heavy that the frame of Pinkie with the Cake family, celebrating her birthday, fell off the wall and landed right on top of Anthonys skull.
"Ooow!" The male hissed, rubbing the back of his head in pain. Meanwhile, the upside-down Pinkie Pie blinked away the stars in her vision and giggled.
"Wow. . . That was nuts!"
"I'll say." Anthony groaned as he moved into a sitting position against the wall, but stopped when he realized where he was. . .
"Oh my god. . . I'm. . . I'm. . ." He was at a loss of words as he examined his new body and the world he was stuck in. His skin and body had stayed the same, but his color was more. . . Toon-like.
"H-h-how did I get h-here?" He stuttered, suddenly feeling very small in a world that he knew little about. Or maybe he was stuck in a padded cell back in reality; going through some kinda psychological breakdown?
He should've known that show was evil!
"That's easy, silly-willy! " Pinkie Pie opened up, pulling Anthony's attention back to her. " You stuck you're hand through the mirror and then you came in screaming, 'Ahhh!' and then we hit the wall with a [bam!] and now you're here!" She finished with a smile that was as bright and crazy as the Pinkie Pie he knew.
He pulled himself away from her out of natural fear. But as he looked into the innocent eyes of the overly friendly pony he couldn't help but feel relaxed as he quietly stuttered, "B-but, you're not to suppose to be real! . . . Y-you're just a cartoon from where I'm from! You're can't be real!" He tried to reason - mostly with himself- but even he knew how weak it sounded.
"Pffffft!" Pinkie sputtered. "If I wasn't real. Could I do this?" She suddenly stood up on her hind legs and started to spin around like a ballerina. For a moment, it was a rather impressive display of speed and balance. . . until Pinkie's nature kicked in and she got her legs tied up with her own tail.
"W-woooah!" She hit the ground with [thump!] and laid there for a moment, before replying, " I'm okay!"
Anthony blinked at the sight as Pinkie Pie picked herself up and stood on all fours again. " Well, what do you think?"
The human felt a little off by the interaction with the fictional character, but let out a small nervous breath and replied, "Uh. . . Good, good. . . . Your form needs a little work though."
The pony held her snout proudly in the air. " Well, I don't know about you, but I'm– Ow!" Pinkie flinched in pain as she fell on her bottom and held out her front hoof with a grimace.
"Are you okay?" Anthony asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I think so," She replied, examining her hoof carefully. " Oh, I just got piece of glass stuck in my. . ." The two looked at each other, before turning back to the tall shattered mirror and the pieces that were scattered all over the floor.
"Uh-oh," said Pinkie Pie.
Anthony mirrored her reaction. Last time he checked, that mirror had been the same thing he used to come 'through' and now it was busted worse than Pamela Andersons vagina. So now he was stuck in a fake world with a dimensional breaking pony, and had no more sick days to stay home from work. In other words. . .
"I'm so fucked." He held his head in his hands and sighed heavily.
Pinkie Pie blinked at the human. "What does 'fuck' mean?"
Anthony's eye twitched in response. "It's a word that sums up my situation Pinkie," He answered, giving the pony a cross look. "One, that I'm not going to be able to handle alone now." Anthony was beginning to re-think his terms of hating the little pony after tonights fiasco.
"Oh! Um, yeah, I guess you're right." She laughed nervously, as she realized the problem she had created. Honestly, she never thought something like this could happen. Who knew breaking the fourth-wall could have such consequences? Still, she felt a little bad for messing up someone's night and decided to try and start things off on the right hoof.
"So, what's your name?" She asked, trying to shoo away the bad air developing between them.
A little annoyed by the subject change but too reluctant to show it, Anthony decided to just humor the pony until they could come up with a way to fix this mess. "I'm Anthony. Anthony Scale. . ."
He would've said more, but a sudden knock from the door alarmed the two.
"Pinkie Pie? Are you in there?" The kind female voice asked from the other side. " I was in the kitchen when I heard something break. Are you all right?"
Pinkie Pie gasped in horror. "Oh no! That's Mrs. Cake!" She whispered worriedly to Anthony. There was no way she was going to be able to explain how she magically transported a person through a mirror, much less someone of a species she'd never even heard or seen before!
"I-I'm okay, just, uh, give me a minute!" She suddenly dashed toward the door on the other side the room and opened it to reveal a closet full of clothes.
"Quick! Get inside before she sees you!" She hurried him.
Confused and alarmed by the fast changing scenarios he kept getting into. Anthony numbly crawled/run to the closet where Pinkie Pie immediately slammed the door on his butt so hard, he bashed his head against the wall just as the door from Mrs. Cake side opened up with a loud creak. He whimpered silently.
"Oh, my!" Anthony heard, "What a mess! Pinkie, are you alright?"
The pony laughed nervously, "Oh sure. I just had a minor accident. No biggie."
"OH! But look at your hoof. Oh my, my, we need to clean that up pronto," Mrs. Cake said with a touch of concern in her tone.
"Oh, this? It's fine, I'll just get something from the first aid kit." Pinkie confidently responded.
Mrs. Cake approve the idea. "Good, let me help you then," the sound of her hoofs carefully stepping across the floor was clear to Anthony's enhanced hearing from within the dark closet.
"If I remember clearly, I'm pretty sure you have a First-Aid-Kit in your closet, don't you?" The owner mentioned with a very insightful tone in her voice.
"That would explain the steel box handle jammed into my ribs," Anthony quietly murmured; carefully shifting his weight so he could breathe again. The sound of a body impacting the door made it clear that Pinkie Pie wasn't about to let anyone open this door and reveal what she was hiding.
"Oh no, not this door!" She yelled so defensively that he could vividly imagine the older woman stepping back in shock at her workers sudden outburst.
"Uuuh! It's got. . . Ants inside!" Anthony rolled his eyes at the horrid lie. "Big ones too, the size of a griffin!" He facepalmed.
She made growling monster noises and stomped on the floor board heavily to re-iterate her imaginary ants.
Mrs. Cake, fortunately, was apparently not use to Pinkie Pies lying nature and uneasily said, " Oh. . . um, I see. I suppose we'll need to get an exterminator in the morning then. . . but you still need to get that looked at. . . Let me see if I have anything in the bathroom."
After Mrs. Cake bounded away from the room, Pinkie Pie sighed in relief. Anthony was blinded by the light as she opened the door to see how he was.
"That sure was a close one! You okay?" She asked.
He turned and sarcastically answered, " yeah, I'm just peachy."
The innocent Pinkie Pie missed the meaning of his come back and responded, "but I thought you're name was Anthony?"
All he could was glare at her for choosing such a cheesy line. Now he knew how the rest of cast felt when they had to deal with her on a daily base. "Could I come out now?" He asked, shifting himself onto his feet. . .
"Pinkie Pie, I found some ointment for your hoof!" Mrs. Cake spoke up from just down the hall.
Pinkies reaction was completely natural.
"OW!" Anthony shouted as the door smashed him in the face again and forced him back inside. Mrs. Cake walked in the room with a baffled look on her face.
"Did you say something, dear?"
Pinkie Pie just stood by the doorway, showing off her pearly whites. "Nopity- Nope! Not a peep!"
Mrs Cake blinked at the innocent expression, but still confounded by the noise. If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn it sounded like a boy. . . "Oh well, let's get you fixed up and clean this mess, pronto! We have a lot of work to finish in the morning!"
At this, Pinkie Pie remembered her diary was still lying on the ground. She gasped, and excitedly said, " oh boy! I was hoping I could talk to you about a recipe I was thinking for tomorrow! I just know you and your husband are gonna love it!"
"Oh. . . That's fine dear. Let's hear it then." But as kind as Mrs. Cake was, even Anthony could hear the unease in her tone.
The human sighed. 'Tonight is gonna be one of those nights, isn't it?' He laid back against the closet and closed his eyes, listening to the girly talk between Mrs. Cake and her crazy child-like assistant.
Perhaps by the time he woke up, he'd be back home sleeping on the floor or something?
"So you want to use Jalapeno toppings for the doughnuts?"
"Oh, yeah! The ponys will go crazy over it! Trust me. . . " Pinkie Pie giggled.
One could only hope.