On a quiet night in Appleloosa, a comet shattered through Braeburn Apple's window out in the middle of no where. Upon closer inspections, it turns out to be our favorite multi-colored mare herself. Now the cow-pony has to bring her back to ponyville, keep her hidden, and make her stay as far away from the hard cider.

Ai'nt no one gonna stop it
when I sonic rainbomb it,
Got Brae as my ride,
I'm feelin preety high
and fly!...
hehehe, *ahem*
like a thunderbolt
hittin a wonderbolt
I'm in whole lotta trouble
get to twi's on the double
I'm, im gonna puke, really soon
yo brae where's that spit toon~!?!

how are ya singin' durnk?...

I actually enjoyed this! :D