Pinkie and the Remote Control World

Clear Skies

By The Isapie

"To make a long story short, Dashie, we have to break off the connection between our two worlds."

That one statement scared the living daylights out of Dash.

"Seriously? What about our communication?"

"We have the powers of the fourth wall, Dashie. We need to destroy the connection before it destroys Equestria!"

"So what do you mean by breaking off the connection?"

"The weird events in our world were caused by events in their world. They're happy as is, but we aren't. Therefore, we must break the connection and we'll live normally again. They'll live happy lives in their own, sorta weird, way."

"Alright." Dash took a deep breathe. "Tell me what to do."

After countless hours of heaving and hauling, the quartet of ponies and people pushed most of the dark matter away from the fourth wall dashboard. "Here we go!" Exclaimed Dash as she air-bucked the last bit to the side.

Pinkie and Iris pulled out little boxes of tools in unison. They were identical in shape, colour, texture and size, but the actual tools were different, more suited towards Pinkie's hooves or Iris's hands.

Together, the pony and the girl unscrewed and wrenched, they hammered and drilled, they even managed to pull identical jigsaws out of their tiny toolboxes.

Pinkie nonsense? Coincidence? I think not.

Finally, Pinkie's jigsaw ran out of power. "Shoot. I knew I should have powered it with a raspberry cupcake," she muttered, looking in her bag for some fuel.

Eventually, she got her's up and running again-just when Iris's died. She went to find batteries while Pinkie sawed.

Iris came back in a moment, plugging a charger into the fourth wall matter and the other end into her saw.

It started whirring like crazy again.

The two worked like they'd been work partners since they were born. An hour or so later, they'd chopped right through the lid.

"Good work. Now, let's get the cables!" Panted Iris. Pinkie sat on the ground with a plop, wiping the beads of sweat off her face.

"Never mind. Skylar, Dash, this is a job for you. Go do it!" Ordered Iris. She the collapsed on the ground and fished out a cookie to eat.

"Well, Miss Hotshot, we got stuffz to do!" Grinned Skylar menacingly.

"And in case you're wondering, yes, we need to pick out the right cable. Deal with it!"

Dash sifted through the hooful of cables she was holding. There was one labelled "Generosity Connection," one as "Laughter Connection," even a "Loyalty Connection" cable.

Dash noticed that they all led to another cable, which she could not untangle.

Skylar seemed to notice the same thing. They tugged on the bunch of cords together until a massive, one-foot-wide-in-diameter cable surfaced.

"Um, Pinkie, Iris? We found the offending cable."