Author's Note

Because each and every one of us did something like this, or something equally as silly, in the bathroom when we were kids.

(Also, please refrain from linking the Baby Plucky video in the comments. Everybody's seen it, everybody knows it.)

Foals Being Silly In The Bathroom

Scootaloo sat on the toilet, placing her portable radio on the towel rack above her and turning it on. A pounding beat poured out of the radio. Grinning, Scootaloo grabbed her mother's hairbrush and used it as a pretend microphone as she sang:

Thiiiis is hoooow we pooooo iiiiiit!

(This is how we poo it!)

Sha-na-na-na-na-na-whoa!

(This is how we poo it!)

Yeah yeah, whoa-oh-oooh!

(This is how we poo it!)

This is how we poo it, it's Friday night!
And I feel alright! The potty's under my backside!

* * * * *

Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake sat on either side of the toilet, an array of objects surrounding them.

Pound pulled about a foot of toilet paper loose from the roll by the toilet and fed it into the bowl, then flew up and pushed the flush level. "Toilet pater go down the hoooole!"

Pumpkin giggled and clapped her hooves. She floated a box of bandages out of the medicine cabinet and dropped it in the toilet. "Boo-boo go down the hooooole!"

Pound eagerly hit the flush lever, and the box of bandages swirled down the drain...

* * * * *

Button Mash poked his head around the corner, peering cautiously into the hallway.

His eyes narrowed mischievously. A wicked grin split his face.

"Shit ninjaaaa," he stage-whispered to the empty hall.

Quick as a blink, he darted down the hall, freezing halfway to his goal. He splayed himself flat against the wall, looking carefully in both directions, then stealthily zipped the rest of the way to the bathroom. He opened the door a crack, peeked in, backflipped away, then leapt forward and somersaulted through into the empty bathroom.

"Shit ninjaaaa!"

* * * * *

Oh, I'm flushin' because

(This is how we poo it!)

Scooty does it like nopony does, nopony does!
Oh, it's potty time!
Straight up comin' out my backside!

* * * * *

Button flushed the toilet, then leapt straight up and clung to the ceiling.

He waited several tense moments until the sound of the water tank refilling abated, leaving the bathroom still and silent.

Dropping to the floor, he threw a smokebomb at the ground, filling the bathroom with a cloud of ninja smoke.

Back in his room, he grinned triumphantly, striking several karate poses. "Shit ninjaaaa!"

"Did you wash your hooves?"

Button stopped and craned his head around slowly to look at his mother. "Umm..."

"Go wash your hooves, Shit Ninja."

Button's head drooped. "Yes Mom..."

* * * * *

"Ticken go down the hoooole!" Pound declared as he flushed Pumpkin's favorite squeaky chicken down the toilet.

Pumpkin let out a wail of protest.

The bathroom door flew open. "Pound? Pumpkin? What are you—" Pinkie paused, eyes wide in horror. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF PINK?!"

Pound and Pumpkin blinked at her, then looked at each other.

"Bao?" Pound suggested.

"Baboo," Pumpkin agreed. The twins' eyes glittered mischievously.

Pinkie took a nervous step back. "Uhh...what are you—"

Pumpkin's horn began to glow. "PINKIE GO DOWN THE HOOOOOLE!" the twins chorused cheerfully.

"Hey, noWAAH!" Pinkie was yanked into the air by Pumpkin's magic. She struggled to free herself, but it was no use; she quickly found herself stuffed rump-first down the toilet.

The twins laughed. Pound flew up to the flush lever...

Hooves folded and eyes narrowed in annoyance, Pinkie blew on her forelock. "No, don't bother, I'll get it," she said. She reached up and pushed down the lever. Her annoyed, put-upon expression never left her face as she was sucked into the depths of Ponyville's sewer system...