Pinkie bounced down Ponyville's streets, humming and saying 'Hi' to everypony along the way. It was only a few minutes before she reached her destination, Sugarcube corner. She pushed open the door and studied the room. Derpy was sitting at a table, obviously eating a muffin, while Mr. Cake was taking care of the twins and Mrs. Cake was baking cupcakes. Since Cheese Sandwich was nowhere to be found, she assumed he was off running errands for the Cakes. She thought it was so adorable how he would do anything for her, like he would nonchalantly trot into the Everfree Forest and throw himself in the infamous Bottomless Pit just to stay with her. She felt so lucky to have such a dedicated coltfriend.
"Pinkie can you play some music for Pound and Pumpkin?" Mr. Cake asked, while giving the twins each bottles.
"Okey Dokey Lokey!" Pinkie jumped over to her record shelf, Instantly spotting her favorite one. She pulled it out of the shelf and Mrs.Cake gave her an odd look,
"Pinkie, are you really going to play that AGAIN?" She asked with a funny smile.
"What?" Pinkie asked, kind of annoyed,"I love this colt, and it's not my fault his music is AWSOME!" She put the record on the machine she 'Invented' and it started spinning. Derpy walked over with a curious look,and said,
"Weird Al Flankovic?" She asked puzzled at her friend's choice of music," Why do you like his music? Isn't it just his parodies of songs?"
"WHAT!?" Pinkie yelled at the top of her lungs, startling everyone and causing the twins to start crying, "I DONT EVEN HAVE WORDS FOR YOU! " She turned away and right then, her favorite song started...
"OoOOo" she...well 'OoOOo'ed', forgetting all her anger at Derpy, she sang along," How come you're always such a Fussy young Colt, don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran, well, don't you you know that other Foals are starving in Japan*, So Eat It, Just Eat It," Pinkie smiled, as singing her favorite song was something that always brought her joy, but she couldn't help but think the voice coming from the machine sounded familiar,when something went through her head:
"Plays the Accordian, Has curly brown hair, Loves Polka AND Parodies?" She wondered aloud, picking up the record cover that read, "Weird Al Flankovic: In 3-D!" And a little thing entered her mind that had her questioning her coltfriend's identity, Just as he walked in the door.
