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”Maxine, was it, or is it ok to call you 'Max', for short!” I asked.

“Max is fine, if I could cal you 'Pinkie', I guess?” she responded.

“Wouldn't have it any other way, mind you?” I pointed out.

“You must have put an awful lot of work into your costume? I can't for my life see a seam, there is no sign of what you're looking like under. I couldn't figure out how to slip out if it, if my life depended on it!” Max enquired, curiously, looking at me.

“Thanks!” I giggle.

“Yours isn't all that bad either, how'd you come up with such a fitting costume, with the theme in mind? Or I'm reading it all wrong, but you do remind me of stories of old, from back home. Wings on your back, your posture and all!” I compliments.

“I think the costum of mine is simpler then you may imagine, even if it may be strange for you to figure out? It may be more complex, all in the simplisity?!” I then continued, as I atempted a few typical bounces, eliciting the squeaks, picking me right back down, from the noices alone.

“I did not know that is actually possible. On all fours, and all?” she just blurted out in amased stupor.

“It isn't. I'm the only one who could possibly even atempt it, I know!” I pointed out, dead-pan, before a hysterical attack of giggles escaped my lips in a more to the point of characteristical mood.

“It isn't, right. Yet, I see you just did it!” she protested.

I just pulled a balloon from my flank, blowing it up to three feet diametre. Just for the joy of it, since it is a kind of party mood in the air.

“Just like this?” I teased her, as I pushed it in her face, leaving it hanging from the bangs of her hair.

Where did you get the humongus balloon from?” she then bursted out, hysterically, just looking at me.

“I guess I could as well confess, I am an entirely out of controled 'Party Animal', if you had failed to notice?” I just pointed out in the hyper manner, only I could muster.

“I guess we helped her with the costume, even if it is but a small detail or two?” the elder sister confessed.

“We felt she may need just a tad bit of grounding. If you just look down her her hooves?” the younger sister continued.

“Grounding?” Max uttered in question.

“We feared she was taking off, in a manner of speaking. If you can see where she's going?” the elder sister pointed out.

“Oh, your red hooves, Pinkie? Pretty, if something of a theme buster. I still can grow to love the kind of antics. Given half a chance!” Max said, giggling, and then looked back up.

“What exactly were I reminding you of, Pinkie?” Max then enquired, curiously.

“The very spirit of the Theme of the Tradition. We're calling her 'Night-Mare Night', she was the bringger of 'Night Eternal', but I guess she has never been heard of, in these streets?” I pointed out.

As if on a special coinsident, it is an almost perfect full moon, only with the stark vissage as a shade on the one half of the moon. As I looked up, I see it, pointing it out, nodding. They only gasped, as what I pointed out, seen, but not quite grasped. Even if it had been known in advance, it was about full moon?

Maybe it was time, for just a new antic, so I pulled out the trusty old 'Party Canon', then the streamers and confetti was followed by a hoard of balloons. I reaimed, for a hoof full times, before slipping it aside, leaving the streemers, confetti and ballons, where they went, on their merry way. Just giggling in a hyper manner.

“Where in Tartarus did all the streemers, balloons and confetti come from?” Max exploded.

“Just one of my paterned trix, since you know nothing of the 'Party Canon', it isn't in comon use even where I came from. I guess I have the only existing sample of it?” I retorted, in

“A party canon? It's even more ridiculous, then it's impossible? There could be no such thing!” she then pointed out.

“Why not just have me demonstrate it, in a large hall, for a party, by tomorrow night. Then you'd know the extent of it?” I scolded her, in an even more teasing voice.

“A Party? I love parties. But alas, where? How large does it take?” she just offered.

“Depends on how many friends we can bring into the hall, I guess. Just for the four of us, something in the order of twenty feet?” I slipped back at her.

“Wait, there will be a match, by tomorrow night. Maybe I could sneak you in, crushing their party?” a voice sneaked in, surpricingly from behind.

“I hope they will enjoy to have the local decorated, with streamers, confeti and balloons. Preferably in massive quantities?” I pointed out, giggling in hyper manner.

“Did you by any chance own a store, seelling these or you're producing them?” came the reply.

“I'm just the creator of party, where I come from. May I ask, who you'd be, under the mask?” I pointed out.

“Oups, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. How did you manage the costume? Whom ever you are, under that Pinkie Pie suit?” offered the clack clad girl.

She was wearing a black mask, covering her eyes. How typical, but I guess that's costumary, for the event at hoof? I guess they called it Halloween?

“Yes, you forgot to introduce yourself, and I go by the name Pinkie. I usually work in Sugar-Cube Corner', when I'm not throghing a party, for whom every, or what ever excuse I could come up with. Ponivill is a very distant village, by the looks of it!” I pointed out.

“I'm known as Cadence, but tonight, I'm 'Black Scorpion'. That is indeed very far from here, and I've never heard of the place!” she introduced.

“I wouldn't believe you, if you said you knew of it. It's a fairly small village. Who knows of it, unless they had a connection to it?” I pointed out, with a deceptive smile on my face.

“Parties? I'm so totally there, just have it set up!” the scorpion anounced, right then and there.

Author's Note

it felt relevant to add "Chapter numbers" with this long a story.