Pinkie Pie walked into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind her. Her mane wasn't has happy pink as usual, but it wasn't full blown bubblegum seaweed. No, her mane was that of someone who had a spent a long day attending to the needs of everyone, except herself. But no longer. In here, it was her time; it was her time in here. With a slowly creeping grin, she walked over to the bath tub, and began the water at a small stream, so that the tub wouldn't fill up to happy. For some people, it wasn't about the bath tub filling up, but about the bath tub having already filled up. But Pinkie had learned to appreciate the journey more then the destination. She watched, her over active imagination slowly taking hold on her brain.
The aquatic army was slowly settling down its roots in the porcelain battle field, preparing to over take the entire land in the name of their queen, Atlantica. Suddenly, movement. Flight A proceeded to make a small little delta down to one side of the tub, inching along as reinforcements constantly supplied them with the materials to build up a border between themselves and the all evaporating dry-landers. Word back at home said that they would be receiving aid from one of their most formidable allies, the Pinkasaurus Rex. They had only hear rumors on the pipe-line, but soon their rumors would shine as truth. However, Pinkie had to take a moment away from the battle field to prepare for the coming battle. She strapped on her water pistols, tied her four grenades on, three water grenades and a steam grenade that would slowly creep over the tub, drowning out the dry-landers. She pulled over her Fully-Automatic Sub-Machine water gun, firing 20 shots per second. Finally, the finishing touch, she pulled over a pair of water goggles.
"Pink Squad! Move out!"
Pinkie stormed into the bathroom, machine gun blazing, until she realized she had closed the curtain behind her and was doing nothing but making a fool of herself.
"Oops! Silly me!"
She opened the curtains and, before losing water pellets on the world, she decided to examine the battle field. The Aquatic Army was advancing well upon the dry-landers, as they put up little resistance. Suddenly, Oh No! Flight A has been cut off from the main body and is being taken down by the dry landers. The last little droplet, Sargent Riversford thinks back to just minutes before, when he was playing with his daughter, Brook, at their back yard on sub-pipe C. These were his last thoughts before being evaporated and sent to water hell for cheating on his wife, where all the land was made of sponges, and there were steam engines all around, where they were constantly melted and condensed and melted again, never again able to take peace in familiarity, and the walls were made of lead, giving no friction for them to climb up.
Pinkie watched him slip away with pity before deciding enough was enough. She unloaded watery destruction on the dry landers, claiming an entire 7 square inches for the Aquatic army and slightly moisturizing a small area ahead of the army, making it slightly easier for them to advance, but then she was out. She dropped the SMG and pulled out a Steam grenade, and pulled the pin with her teeth, then dropped it into the tub. The steam expanded and covered the entire room, making it difficult to see. Pinky pulled out her water squirting plastic knife, and stalked through the tub, looking for any unfortunate Dry-Landers to liquefy. She crouched beneath the steam, like a snake slithering over her home at the rock farm, and pounced at a small area of dry tub, squirting it until it gleamed true blue. She then continue on her silent rampage, earning smiles and nods from the water soldiers beneath her.
After a few more kills, she decided to lend them her knife, what to her was a mere pea shooter to them was a tank cannon, and they used it to triple the speed of their progression, now moving at inches per minute. Pinkie hopped out of the tub, knowing that an untrained 10 of Spades like her would just get in the way of the professionals. She pulled out her water guns, and hopped over the tub, while in the air doing "The Matrix" thing where everything is slow motion and she fires one shot after another. She lands on the other side, switching the pistols to Full Auto mode, and begins loosing water on the other side of the tub. Now, the dry landers were surrounded, and they were slowly being washed over. Pinkie had one last duty, she went to the faucet where her controls were, and called in air support. The faucet turned on, and the entire tub was washed in a shower of liquid justice. Finally the war had been won, and Pinkie could collect her reward from the water people. She would sit and enjoy their warmth as they cleaned her of the much she had accumulated during her time in the outside world.
As Pinkie sat there, listening to the conversations taking place between the civilians of Elbow Gulf, she began to notice that trouble was brewing, a people who worshiped the cold temperatured king ,Pacifico, were invading the land and spreading their heresies, causing the water people to take on a similar cold temperature. Pinkie sighed at this. She was familiar with these people, they were not as welcoming or as pleasantly warm and would no doubt drive her away from the tub. She sighed, knowing the inevitable conflict that would arise between her and the new settlers.
After many minutes, Pinkie noticed a nipping at her ankles, an was immediately troubled. She decided that since these new comers were unaware of her wrath, she would give them a small taste, and if they continued for much longer after that, she would send them back to the pipe world to be someone else's problem. She took one of her grenades, filled with what was previously scolding hot water, was now a pleasantly warm tempered water. She pulled the pin and held it up, and it burst open, showering the new comers in her glorious liquid soldiers. For a while, the new comers had taken a slightly warmer approach to her, but then their hearts went to being as cold as before. And so she "Pulled the Plug" on their operation, and left the tub. She dried off and went to chat with Mrs. Cake about the recent battle and the peace that followed. She then bribed Mrs. Cake not to send her to Trottingham insane asylum and then went to bed.
