Chapter 6: Pinkie Sue!

Pinkie Pie bounded up to the Cutie Mark Crusaders' tree house. It seemed quiet enough, and everything seemed to be in order. There were a few boards strewn across the lawn, but other than that, the place looked great. Pinkie could not see the roof from where she was, but if she had been able to, she would have seen the hole allowing light into the tiny clubhouse.

“Anypony home?” Pinkie Pie called over to the house. The only reply was the sound of something falling inside.

Being curious, Pinkie hopped over to the tree house and tried to peer inside, not wanting to intrude. Pinkie heard a muffled voice from inside, and her curiosity peaked. Doing her best to see inside without looking inside, she bounced to the height of one of the windows and tried to see what lay within. She saw the colours pink, orange, purple, yellow and white.

“Can I come in?” Pinkie asked loudly, hoping someone could hear her. She heard a muffled shout and assumed she had antagonized whoever was in the clubhouse. “Sorry! I didn't mean to bother you, I'm just looking for somepony who said she was looking for me.” Another muffled shout came through the walls, and the sound of someone falling. The whole structure shuttered. Fearing the worst, Pinkie decided it was her duty to find out what had happened.

Pinkie bounced up to the landing of the old house in the tree, and made her way around to the door. Pushing with all of her might, Pinkie couldn't get the door open. She decided that now was not the time for delicacy as she slammed into the door. A cracking noise shook the structure as the door swung inward and Pinkie fell to the floor of the clubhouse.

She shook her head and looked up to see a sight that made her start giggling. Standing before her were Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and a pink Alicorn with a rainbow mane all standing close together, rather uncomfortably. The pink one had her forelegs around the three fillies in a back-shattering embrace, but none of them were moving. Pinkie looked around the room to see that everything was coated in a transparent film.

Pinkie Pie took a deep breath and smelled the air. “Glue!” She exclaimed, remembering the smell of glue from her childhood. “White School glue, my favourite!” The mare and four fillies were still standing in their uncomfortable hug as it became apparent to Pinkie what had happened, and she began to laugh uncontrollably. “You got covered in glue!” Pinkie rolled on the floor before the idea of helping them came to mind. “I'll be right back!”

She took off running towards the nearest body of water, which happened to be a small pond. She waded in up to her chest and sunk her head beneath the water. Coming up, she had her mouth full of pond water. Pinkie Pie barrelled back to the clubhouse and jumped through the door. She smiled widely, showing the four ponies in the tree house her expanded cheeks so they would get the idea. On the silent count of three, Pinkie Pie spewed the pond water all over the tree house, coating everything inside. Slowly, the glue dissolved, and the other pink mare released the three fillies from the tight hug.

“What happened?” Pinkie asked, still giggling a little.

“We were trying to fix the roof.” Apple Bloom coughed, apparently having gotten some glue in her mouth. “And all the nails got used up putting down a foundation, so she,” Apple Bloom pointed a hoof at Best Pony, “decided that glue would work. It sounded like a good idea. Glue holds things pretty still.”

“But it all went down hill when she decided that it was time for a hug and a song number.” Scootaloo shook her head, glue still holding her mane firmly in place.

“Her tail was in the bucket, and when she came down for the hug-” Sweetie Belle made a splashing and crashing noise with her mouth and struck a pose with the other Crusaders.

Pinkie Pie erupted in giggles again. Scootaloo tried to un-stick her mane, making an unsettling crunching noise as it bent over. Sweetie Belle turned to where Best Pony had been standing, but she was gone. Assuming she had gone, Sweetie Belle sighed, relieved that they could get back to work on fixing the roof. Pinkie Pie wiped tears from her eyes and looked up into what she thought was a mirror on the wall before her. She saw only pink, pink and more pink, with two blue eyes staring back at her. Pinkie moved left, and the head moved to mirror her. She blinked, as did the other eyes. She looked up, expecting to see her mane, and instead saw a rainbow.

“Augh!” Pinkie squealed. “What happened to my mane? Since when did I come in rainbow colours?” She reached up and touched her cotton candy mane, to see it was still pink. Pinkie sighed and returned to the mirror. “Augh! It's rainbow again!” Reaching up and rubbing her mane, she found it to still be pink. Pinkie looked over to the Crusaders in amazement. “When did you three fillies get a magic mirror?”

“A what?” Apple Bloom cocked her head.

“A magic mirror!” Pinkie Pie pointed at the frame before her. “It makes my mane look all shiny and rainbow. It's like a fun house mirror, but I don't look fat!” Pinkie puffed out her cheeks and began staring back at the mirror again. “I need to get me one of these!”

“That's a window, Pinkie.” Scootaloo sighed, still fighting with her mane, which now looked like an old paint brush.

“What?” Pinkie Pie put her face through the window and stared into the other pony's face.

“Hello, cousin Pinkie!” Best Pony shouted, pulling Pinkie Pie through the window and hugging tighter than before, if that was even possible.

“Cousin?” Pinkie wheezed. “Who?”

“It's me!” Best Pony stepped back and held her forelegs wide, as if she was about to come back for a hug. “Cousin Best Pony!”

“Cousin Best Pony?” Pinkie screwed up her face, and thought hard about her family tree. “One sec.” Pinkie reached into a nook in the tree and pulled out a scroll. She unfurled it to reveal the words 'Pie Family Tree'. “I keep family trees stashed all over Equestria. Y'know, in case of an identity crisis.”

“I thought for sure you would say, 'in case of family tree related emergencies'.” Best Pony giggled.

“Well, I have to be random some how.” Pinkie shrugged, still scanning her family tree.

“I taught you well!” Best Pony laughed, clapping her hooves together.

“Taught me what?” Pinkie looked up. “I can't build a well.”

“Oh, cousin Pinkie Pie.” Best Pony smiled. “You're as random as the day I taught you.”

“What did you teach me?” Pinkie was a little annoyed, she really was confused.

“How to be random, duh.” Best Pony stated.

“WHAT?” Pinkie was more offended than the rest of the mane six had been. More offended than Rainbow Dash and Rarity combined. “You did not teach me how to be random! I had to do that all on my own! There was one time, I decided that I would invent my own language, and ended up just replacing every other word with Turnip! No one taught me how to do that! It's my special talent! I worked hard on that!”

“Chill out, Pinkie.” Best Pony laughed. “I won't tell if you don't.”

“There is no way. Just no way to teach anypony how to be random.” Pinkie huffed.

“That's why I'm so good at it.” Best Pony shook her head, still giggling. “I am so good at being random and fun that I'm to only pony who can actually teach it.”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo called from inside the clubhouse. “Glue is FUN!” The sound of Scootaloo ramming her head against a wall to break her mane out of the glue shook the tree.

“Cutie Mark Crusader Paramedics! Yay!” Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom shouted.

“Ooh!” Pinkie Pie and Best Pony squealed. “I wanna play!”

"But, first." Best Pony grabbed Pinkie Pie by the shoulders. "We have some catching up to do!"

Author's Note

I can't wait to see what she'll come up with next. Where can it go from here, eh?
-Cog out.