Chapters Prologue
"C'mon, Pinkie. They're all waiting for you in court." Mrs. Cake said, standing in the doorway of Sugarcube Corner.
"I don't understand why I have to go! It's not like we hurt anypony or broke any laws." Pinkie Pie said, stuffing extra cookies in her mane.
"Yes, Pinkie. But that created a lot of chaos and confusion. And whatever the mayor decides on, we must obey it. Or else we'll all end up in jail!" Mr. Cake said, walking out of his shop.
"You're saying I'll be arrested?!" Pinkie exclaimed, a sudden feeling of worry in her eyes.
"No, no, no darling! It's just... um... well, it's court . And in court, anything can happen to a pony." Mrs. Cake said, following her husband.
"So... I won't be taken to prison?" The pink filly asked, hopping down the stairs and onto the soft green grass below.
"If this goes good, then yes, you'll be free. But if they think you did it because you were trying to create disharmony, then, you might be put in jail." Mr. Cake said, locking the door Sugarcube Corner.
"I sure hope Applejack is doing a good job watching the twins... they can be a hoof-full sometimes." Mrs. Cake worriedly said.
"If anything, I hope Applejack's okay! Leaving one earth pony in charge of pegasus and unicorn foals is tough! Right, Pinkie?" Mr. Cake asked as the three ponies walked through town.
"Yeah, sure. But I might be arrested! I don't wanna be arrested! Or what if I'm not arrested? What if they give me the death penalty? Or what if-" Pinkie blabbered on.
"Pinkie Pie, remember, you made duplicates of yourself. I don't think they'll kill you. I'm not even sure if they'll arrest you." Mrs. Cake stated.
Pinkie, with her lawyer by her side, sat in the court room in front of the judge. Mr. and Mrs. Cake sat in the back, behind the pink pony.
As the gavel echoed through the room, the judge began speaking.
"Do you know what you did to Ponyville, young lady?" The stallion's angry voice asked.
"Sure. I made copies of myself! It tickled." The filly replied.
"You made copies that could have destroyed our town... our country!"
"It wasn't my fault! They kept on making copies of themselves- I had no control over it!" Pinkie was becoming frustrated. Why didn't the judge understand her? She already admitted she made a copy.
"So, you didn't do it?" The judge asked.
"No! I did- I just made a few. Then they did the rest!"
"So, you did make some?"
"I just said that!" Pinkie yelled at the confusing judge.
"Hmm... how often do you eat sugar?" The stallion asked.
"That's none of your concern!" Pinkie screamed back. She seemed as mad as when somepony broke a pinkie promise.
"Quiet! In exchange for what you did, you will serve 48 hours of no candy-" The stallion began.
"NO CANDY?! You're trying to confuse me and I am getting nervousited and all you want me to do is not eat sugar?! Heck no!" Pinkie Pie angrily yelled.
"Pinkie! No, take the deal." Mrs. Cake whispered, fearing that Pinkie might go to prison.
"No way!" Pinkie screamed.
"Have it your way." The judge said quietly. Raising his voice, he continued, "Trial will start one week from today at 9 am! Better be there, or else you immediately go to prison! Ponyville law."
"9 am?! That's waaaaaay to early! Even for the early bird, you know, the one that catches the early worm? But seriously, guys, that is too early for me." Pinkie said.
Slamming the gavel down, the judge yelled, "Get her out of my sight!"
A policemare grabbed Pinkie, and took her out of the court room.
The Cakes met Pinkie outside.
"So I made some copies of myself? What is that, a crime all of the sudden?" Pinkie said, feeling devastated. The three ponies walked into town.
"Yes. So is talking back to the judge, being a smart-aleck, and all that other stuff you did. This was a busy Sunday for you." Mrs. Cake said.
"Dieting isn't so bad, Pinkie. You should have taken the deal." Mr. Cake stated.
"It's the principle of the thing! Just because they think I was hyped up shouldn't mean it'll help out Ponyville. In fact- helping- that's what I tried to do last time, and look- I got into court because of it." Pinkie debated.
"Pinkie Pie! There you are!" Fluttershy whispered, landing beside Pinkie, "I just wanted to say thank you for giving me those carrots you grew this weekend. Angel said they were delicious! The pets really appreciate your time."
"I didn't do any of that!" Pinkie said, still with anger in her voice. Pinkie continued walking down the street; the Cakes following close behind.
"Hey, thanks for helping me with that health smoothie!" Rainbow Dash called from a cloud, seeing Pinkie below her.
Pinkie grumbled.
"This has been happening all week!" Pinkie realized. "My friends keep mistaking me for somepony else! I never helped Rainbow with a smoothie. And health smoothies... yuck!"
"Somepony else... named Pinkie Pie? Who apparently looks just like you?" Mr. Cake questioned.
Pinkie ignored him, and continued walking.
"Can I ask you a question?" Mrs. Cake asked, "How long have you been sleeping lately?"
"Normal... like always. Why?" Pinkie replied.
"No reason. Just... sometimes people do things in their sleep. Like, once I ate the inventory." The blue mare replied.
"All of the inventory." Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Like I said the last time, I didn't mean to!" Mrs. Cake said, feeling guilty.
"Well, I don't wanna hear this argument again. I'm going home. To my room." Pinkie said, leaving the couple behind her.
In Pinkie's bedroom, two sounds were heard. First, the sound of scissors. Pink hair fell to the ground as little by little some was cut off. A phone ringing was also audible.
"Oh, sure, sure. Always happy to lend a hoof." A mare's voice said. A new voice.
Pinkie climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
"This Saturday- I'll be there." The voice continued.
Pinkie Pie opened the door to see- herself?
"Oh- gotta go." The mare inside hung up the phone and placed it down. "Well... this is embarrassing. I figured you'd be in court at least another hour."
"Who are you?!" Pinkie demanded.
"Who are you?" The mare asked.
"I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie said, her voice getting louder.
"No, I'm Pinkie Pie." The mare inside said,
"Stop it!" The real Pinkie said, putting her left hoof up to her head.
"Stop it." The impostor inside her bedroom teased.
"I... should probably just go." The mare said, running out of Pinkie's room and down the stairs.
"Stop... uh... Sneakie Pie!" Pinkie yelled. She ran after the impostor.
Author's Note
This is unedited. If you see any mistakes, just let me know. And yes, I used Pony Creator art. Couldn't find anything else. Hope you enjoyed!
Sneakie Pie continued running through Ponyville. Pinkie jumped up, and landed on Sneakie's back. "Hey!" yelled the impostor.
"What do you think you're doing, uh, err... Sneakie!?" Pinkie growled, laying on the mare's back.
"Sneakie? Is that who you think I am?" The fake snickered.
"Then who are you?" Pinkie questioned.
Before answering, Sneakie bucked Pinkie off her back. Landing on the ground with a thud, the mare finally replied. "I told you- I'm Pinkie. The real question is, who are you?" With that, the impostor dashed into the deeper section of Ponyville's town area.
Pinkie sat up. "Sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeakieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She yelled.
Pinkie Pie paced her room. Opening the filly's bedroom door, Mrs. Cake walked in. Reaching over to shut her door, Pinkie asked "Where have you been? I said it was an emergency!"
"That's pretty much what you say instead of 'hello'." Mrs. Cake replied, rolling her eyes.
"This is not okay! I am in crisis mode. Do you notice anything different about this place?" Pinkie responded, sticking her hoof out towards the center of her room.
"It... looks a little cleaner." Mrs. Cake observed.
"Uh-huh. And look at my phone bill!" Pinkie said, grabbing a piece of paper from her mane. While she was at it, she took a cookie from her mane as well and ate it.
"I see a lot of telephone numbers." Mrs. Cake said, holding the bill in her hoof.
"Those are numbers to ponies I don't usually call! And I am bestie-friends with almost everypony! This makes no sense!" Pinkie exclaimed, crumbling up the paper.
"Not to mention I've gotten a bunch of 'thank you' cards in the mail from ponies just today." Pinkie handed one to Mrs. Cake.
"'Thank you Pinkie for your timeless efforts on behalf of making natural fruit salads for Bonbon's home for children that scream uncontrollably.' Since when did you touch some kind of fruit that wasn't artificially flavored?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"That's my whole point! I didn't! She did!" Pinkie said, throwing the rest of the letters in the air.
"She?" Mrs. Cake asked, confused.
"Sneakie! The other Pinkie!" Pinkie said, raising her voice a little. Calming down, she continued. "We've gotta find her, and stop her." Pinkie opened her bedroom door.
"Oh, her... right. The 'other Pinkie'. The one that looks exactly like you." Mrs. Cake giggled at this thought.
"Well... not exactly. But she stole my hair style! In fact, I found these hair clippings on the ground, She must've been fixing it!" Pinkie decided.
"Pinkie, you're having a psychotic break. Frankly, I'm surprised it hasn't happened before now." Mrs. Cake shut the door, and sat Pinkie down on her bed.
"What are you talking about?" Pinkie exclaimed.
"Look, Pinks. You're under a lot of pressure from the trial, and on some levels... to be honest... you loathe yourself." Mrs. Cake confessed.
"Why would I loathe myself? I'm basically the pink Rainbow Dash- I'm awesome!" Pinkie said, smiling brightly.
"Right... you're awesome. You're in trouble with the law, have no coltfriend, your life consists of eating candy and saving the world against supervillains with the help of your five best friends' aid.." Mrs. Cake listed.
"Who are you calling awesome?!" Pinkie yelled, standing up.
"So... you've created another Pinkie who does nice, calm things for ponies." Mrs. Cake shrugged, smiling.
"Does that sound like me... being calm?" Pinkie asked, her mane deflating.
"No. It sounds like 'Sneakie'." Mrs. Cake sighed, watching Pinkie's eyes grow bigger.
"Ugh! There is an actual, physical impostor out there! And we are going to make her pay!" Pinkie opened her door, and dragged Mrs. Cake out of her room.
"Alright... Pinkie. Let's go find... Sneakie." Mrs. Cake slowly said.
Pinkie ignored her. They were almost out of Sugarcube Corner when Pinkie said, "I'll be right back." She dashed into the mare's restroom. Mrs. Cake saw this as an opportunity to talk to her husband.
"Honey, you know that thing we always though would happen to Pinkie? Well... it did. Pinkie's snapped." She whispered, entering the kitchen.
"Wait... how has she snapped?"Mr. Cake asked.
"Alternate personality." The blue mare replied, worry in her eyes.
"Huh..." Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Didn't you have a plan for this... you know, just in case it did happen?"
"Sure. You isolate her, and I'll do what I learned best in high school."
"What, you'll do what?" Mrs. Cake asked, confused.
"Uh... what? Oh, is that a customer? Let me go handle them... just keep Pinkie busy, ok? I'll see you in ten minutes."
"Err... sounds good. Here she comes!" Mrs. Cake whispered, going back into the hallway.
Pinkie leaped out of the bathroom, and continued bouncing down the halls until she and the mare got outside.
"We'll find her! Then you'll see I'm not crazy!" Pinkie said as she trotted through the village.
"I'm sure we will Pinkie... and then what?"
"Simple. I hit 'er over the head and take my life back." Pinkie said, pulling a huge, wooden mallet out of her mane.
"Leaving the healthy Pinkie hurt?" Mrs. Cake questioned.
Granny Smith, on her way to the market to trade some of her freshly grown apples, stopped beside Pinkie and Mrs. Cake.
"Pinkie? Is that you?" The elderly pony asked, coming closer to the filly.
"Aww, come on!" Pinkie whined, throwing her front hooves up in the air.
"Oh thank you so much for helping me with my chores last week, sugar. I know that taste-test'n raw apple jam isn't quite you're thing... it being completely healthy 'n all. Here, have a mint." The mare held out a peppermint for Pinkie.
"No thanks! Take your mint." Pinkie said, waving her left front hoof in front of her muzzle.
"Okay, calm down, Pinks. Now, ma'am, are you sure that Pinkie helped you?" The blue furred earth pony asked.
"That's her! She spent three hours at my house on Thursday-"
"Thank you, ma'am." Mrs. Cake interrupted, pushing Pinkie the other direction.
"She's old! Not being rude or anything, but do you expect her to not get confused? That doesn't prove anything!" Pinkie said.
"Hiya, Pinkie Pie!" A blue furred pegasus called out.
"Oh what now?" Pinkie said, becoming frustrated.
"Hey guys, this is Pinkie I was telling you about!" The yellow maned pegasus said.
A crowd of ponies, who was obviously friends with the pegasus, hovered around Pinkie and Mrs. Cake.
"On behalf of the whole neighborhood, we'd like to thank you, Pinkie Pie, for everything you've done lately! Let's hear it for Pinkie!" The pegasus shouted, "Woo-hoo!"
Screaming, Pinkie ran out of the crowd, and down to the other side of town. Mrs. Cake, struggling to get out of the cluster of ponies, tried to follow her.
Pinkie, who was now hiding behind Sugarcube Corner, sighed.
Mrs. Cake had finally caught up with her.
"This is ridiculous! And I am not crazy!" She said.
"Target... is isolated!" Mrs. Cake shouted.
At once, Mr. Cake jumped off his back balcony, and landed behind Pinkie. He was wearing a mask and gloves for all his hooves. With a huge net in his hooves, he swooped her in it, and tied it.
Throwing it on his back, he ran. His wife followed behind him.
"That seemed unnecessary..." She said.
"Sorry... old habit. That's how we used to do it in high school." He replied, not slowing down his trot.
Author's Note
This is unedited. If you see any mistakes, please tell me in the comments nicely. And please don't be mad at me for the characters' reactions to each other... this is a crossover, and I want it to relate back the original story.
The cakes sat outside of a psychologist's office.
"Are you sure about this guy?" Mrs. Cake asked, her mind revolving around the doctor that they had brought Pinkie in to see.
"He's supposed to be some kind of miracle worker; he solves the hardest of the hard cases, the sickest, most-" Mr. Cake was cut off by a scream from the office.
"STOP IT!" A voice yelled. It was very muffled, since the walls were extremely thick. However, the noises inside were still heard.
The door shot open, and the psychologist ran out. "What is wrong with your brains?!" He screamed, starting to run again.
"Well, if you didn't want to know about my childhood, you shouldn't have asked..." Pinkie replied quite calmly, her voice sounding confused.
Mrs. Cake sighed. "Let's go home, Pinks."
"That was kinda a waste of my time, you know. While I was at the doctor, Sneakie could've been up to something!" Pinkie said, walking into Sugarcube Corner.
"We're gonna help you through this. Just... go up to your room, and think on it." Mrs. Cake said with a smile.
"Alright." Pinkie sighed as she walked up the stairs.
After she had departed, Mrs. Cake said to her husband, "The doctor was our best shot- what are we gonna do now?"
"Well... there is a procedure I know how to do in which the connections of the prefrontal cords of the brain are severed-"
"Isn't that a lobotomy?"
"Meh. Ponies call it different things."
Pinkie was all the way up the stairs, and not paying any attention to the Cakes. She went to open her door, when she found that it was locked. Huh? She thought. She put her ear up to the door. The sound of a vacuum cleaner was audible. Pinkie squealed as she knew this was her chance to prove the Cakes wrong.
"I'm just saying that we need to help Pinkie." Mrs. Cake continued her discussion with Mr. Cake.
"I don't know, honey. It just looks like we've come to the end of the-"
Pinkie jumped off the stairs and landed right between the Cakes. "Come on; she's here! And be quiet!" She whispered.
"Okay, Pinkie. Show us this impostor." Mr. Cake said jokingly.
"Open my door- it's locked. You have the only key." She said, looking at Mrs. Cake.
The blue mare did as she was told, and when the door was open, Pinkie's room looked the same as it did about an hour ago.
"There's nopony here, Pinkie." Mr. Cake said, rolling his eyes.
"I- I heard a vacuum! And I know she was here..." Pinkie sighed, her mane deflating.
"Let's just go back downstairs." Mrs. Cake decided.
"Wait! You might think I'm crazy- but I'm not. I'll prove it to you!" Pinkie called from the upstairs hallway. "Sneakie! Show yourself!" She yelled into her bedroom. The Cakes stood on the stairs, exchanging glances.
Suddenly, a pink-furred earth-pony stepped out of Pinkie's room and into the hallway. "I told you- I'm not Sneakie, but Pinkie." Her voice teased.
"Sh-she is real !" Mrs. Cake whispered, motionless.
"What are you doing in my room?" Pinkie Pie questioned the fake.
"This is my bedroom now. Everything that you used to have- is mine. I'm Pinkie now... you're gonna have to find yourself a new identity."
"Why would anyone wanna be Pinkie?" Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Good question. I'm glad you asked that, Carrot Cake. By the way, you don't look as handsome as the pictures Pinkie drew of you in her diary." Sneakie said, pulling Pinkie's diary out from behind her.
"That wasn't Mr. Cake! That was... errumm... heh, heh... Cheese Sandwhich." Pinkie said, beginning to sweat. "WAIT A MINUTE! YOU'VE BEEN READING MY DIARY!?"
"And... who've you been drawing?" Mr. Cake asked, confused.
"You asked 'Why Pinkie?'... well, most ponies have a whole network of family close by that loves them very much, making it nearly impossible to steal their identity. But, Pinkie Pie, your family is back on a rock farm, right? Your friends didn't seem to notice me. In fact, no one did until you discovered me. Have a good day." The impostor finally answered the question, shutting and locking the door behind her.
"You've gotta admit... the impostor... Sneakie... chose their target well-" Mr. Cake began, getting a bed for Pinkie ready on his sofa.
"Ugh! I don't like this!" Pinkie said, covering her ears with her front hooves as she sat down.
"I'm sure this'll all work out." Mrs. Cake said, trying to stay positive.
"We've got to get Sneakie out of my room- out of my life! Literally! And I need to be preparing for court- but my paperwork is in the room!" Pinkie whined.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, the pink filly continued. "Mrs. Cake, can you promise me something?"
"Umm..."
"If they send me to the prison, promise me that you'll take care of Gummy."
"But... Sneakie has Gummy."
"Also kill Sneakie."
"I can't do that!"
"Yeah... my wife won't be seeing you in jail for committing any crimes." Mr. Cake commented.
More silence passed before Pinkie started up the conversation once again.
"Mr. Cake?"
'Yes, Pinkie Pie?"
"Do you still have your Nightmare Night costume from the year before last?"
"Yeah... why?"
"You'll see." Pinkie smirked.
"You know, at first I thought it was pretty cute that an alligator was given the name 'Gummy', but now I think that it's just because it looks like you don't have any teeth." Sneakie said as she stroked Gummy's back.
The impostor held Pinkie's diary in her other hoof, chuckling to herself every other minute. "This... is pretty funny. But, seriously, this pony is not well-" The identity thief was cut off by a loud thumping noise coming from the stairs by her new bedroom.
"Hey, take it easy!" Came Pinkie's muffled voice. Sneakie went to the door to see what all the commotion was about.
"Couldn't you have gotten into the box at the top of the stairs?" Mr. Cake asked.
"She might have seen us!" Pinkie said, her blue eyes growing bigger. Mr. Cake sighed from relief as they finally made it to Pinkie's bedroom.
Mr. Cake, dressed as a mail-pony, held a clipboard. Beside him was a cardboard box with two small eye-holes, revealing Pinkie's eyes inside. Mr. Cake knocked on Pinkie's (Err, Sneakie's) door and waited for her to open it.
"Hey, Mr. Cake, nice costume!" Sneakie said, noticing the yellow stallion behind the false mustache and mail-pony uniform.
"Uh, I'm the delivery stallion, I-" Mr. Cake said in a new voice, in which was extremely muffled and high-pitched.
"Oh, I get it! But come on, the mustache does look good on you- you should grow one."
"Really? Thanks."
"And I assume that's Pinkie, in that box right there." Sneakie pointed a hoof at what was supposedly a package for Sneakie.
"Quick! She's onto us! Smother her with your big, yellow hooves!" Pinkie shouted as she tipped the box over.
"Uh, no, I won't be- what is that smell?" Mr. Cake looked into Sneakie's room, and saw that Pinkie's easy-bake oven was on.
"Oh, nothing really. I just made a loaf of bread- Mallorca Sweet Bread. It really is such a sweet treat, you know. Did I mention it's topped with a light coat of powdered sugar? You should try it- found this recipe in Pinkie's cookbook. You know, the one you got for the birthday two years ago. Did she ever make this for you? I doubt it- all she eats is cookies, cake, and candy. Nothing much in the grain area, I suppose. Come right in, kind stallion- I've got extra to share. Then when we're done, I've got a whole gallon of ice cream."
"Carrot Cake! Don't do it!" Pinkie's mumbled voice came from the box.
"It has powdered sugar, Pinkie. I love powdered sugar." Mr. Cake, as if he was a zombie, absent-mindedly walked into Sneakie's bedroom.
Sneakie closed the door behind them.
Pinkie ripped the box and finally broke free. "Darn it, Carrot! You own a bakery! Eat something down there!" Pinkie was becoming more ticked by the minute.
Pinkie put her ears up to the door and listened in on their conversation.
"Wow... how did you get this bread so soft?" Mr. Cake asked.
"Well, my last identity was a baker in Manehattan."
Suddenly, Pinkie saw Gummy trying to squeeze out of the door below. She picked hi up, and whispered, "Gummy, listen- here's what you are going to do. Go over to fake Pinkie- and this part is important, so listen carefully- I need you to scratch her- scratch her as hard as you can! Then eat her! I will be myself again! Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Pinkie suddenly stopped herself.
What am I doing? I'm not evil- other Pinkie is! She thought. Sitting Gummy back down and pushing him under the crack of her door, she listened again.
"Gummy! What are you doing?!" Mr. Cake screamed.
Oh no, what have I done? Pinkie began to feel regret.
"I'll rip it up for him- then he will be able to eat it." Sneakie's voice said. She sounded... calm?
"Are you sure you're willing to do that?"
"Of course! Gummy can eat some of the bread too, can't he? He is my pet now, after all."
Pinkie sighed from relief as she realized that Gummy had not been harming Sneakie, but trying to eat the bread. After careful thinking, Pinkie decided it would be best to walk into her bedroom and talk things out with Sneakie. She reached out for the door handle. It was locked.
"This isn't over, Sneakie. This isn't over." Pinkie Pie mumbled.
Author's Note
I know, this one is short... sorry.
"That stupid no-good..." Pinkie's voice trailed off as she entered the kitchen downstairs.
"Pinkie! What is wrong with you? Get out of the fridge- I have customers that are going to buy those soon!" Mrs. Cake cried.
"I'll be right out of here-" Pinkie said. After stuffing her cheeks with food, she mumbled, "Hello, honey!"
"What do you think you're doing?!" Mrs. Cake demanded.
"Your husband sold me out for some food baked by that impostor... Sneakie ." Pinkie replied.
"So, you called me 'honey' because...?"
"I need a new identity."
"And you're choosing a married stallion?"
"At least we've got something in common."
"What do you mean?"
"Me and Carrot both eat a-lotsa o' food!" Pinkie said, smiling.
"But- hmmm..." Mrs. Cake paused, "Sit down- I'll make you some dinner."
"But it's only three in the afternoo-"
"Carrot has dinner when he wants it- and you are Carrot, right?"
"Yeah..." Pinkie mumbled.
"Do I have to keep going? This is the fourteenth course already... my sides hurt." Pinkie mumbled through a full mouth.
"Aww, but Carrot, you always have at least fifteen- are you sick?" Mrs. Cake gasped.
Pinkie groaned. "Fine, I'm no longer Carrot... but who am I now?"
A knock was heard on Pinkie's bedroom door.
"That disguise doesn't fool me, Pinkie." Sneakie said as she opened the door.
Pinkie stood in the hallway with her mane flat and coat darker than usual. "It's not a disguise- It's my new identity. I've been thinking about what you said, and you're right: I've spent my life eating too much and creeping ponies by being waaaaaay too social with everypony. I've decided to follow your example and... get a fresh start."
"Really?"
"Yeah- Pinkie's all yours." Pinkie gave Sneakie her birth certificate. "Now my name will be Sneakie, since you're Pinkie now."
"I don't know what to say..." Sneakie, err, Pinkie, replied.
"Say this, say... we'll be friends." The new Sneakie held out a hoof. Impostor Pinkie shook her hoof with a smile.
One Week Later...
"Thanks for coming, everypony!" New Sneakie said, calmly walking around Sugarcube Corner. She was hosting a party- a calm, Rarity-style party.
"So... I don't really get it, Pink-" Mrs. Cake started.
"Sneakie . And what do you mean?"
"You're just... giving up? The Pinkie I used to know didn't give up, or even the Sneakie I used to know either."
"Sneakie just lets things go, unlike Pinkie."
"What about your stuff... what about Gummy?"
"Sneakie is more of a cat pony."
"Wow... you've really changed."
"Oh, and thanks for letting me host this party here."
"No problem... Sneakie."
"Oh! And I invited Pinkie over!"
"You mean the pony that literally stole your life from you?" Mr. Cake asked before his wife could reply.
"Honey! Don't question this... don't you see this is the best thing that has ever happened to me?" Mrs. Cake talked anyway.
"What do you m-"
"Other than you, of course..."
"Hello, everypony!" New Pinkie said walking in.
"Hi, Pinkie!" New Sneakie greeted.
Hours after everypony else went home...
"Wow, I can't believe how late it got." New Pinkie said, yawning.
"I know! The time just flew by." New Sneakie replied.
"This has just turned out great!" Mrs. Cake added.
"A little too great..." Mr. Cake commented.
"Pinkie, I have a present for you." Old Pinkie said.
"Really? I'm flattered."
"Here's my social security number, and a bunch of other documents you'll probably need. With these, you can prove to anypony that you're me."
"Wow... this is amazing! Thanks, uh, Sneakie!"
"No problem, Pinks."
Suddenly, police sirens were heard outside.
"That's her, officer!" New Sneakie directed a policemare towards new Pinkie.
"W-w-wait, w-what are y-you-"
"You're under arrest, Pinkie! You have the right to remain silent."
"This is all a misunderstanding-"
"You missed your court date, foal!" A policemare said as she hoof-cuffed old Sneakie.
"But I'm not Pinkie!"
"Yes she is!" Old Pinkie debated.
"Ah- now I get all of this." Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Stop, please!" Old Sneakie begged the officers, "That is Pinkie, right there!" The impostor looked over at who preferred to be called 'Sneakie'.
"Not me, officers- my name is Sneakie. Sneakie Spy. In fact, you're lucky that Pinkie came over tonight with... this!" 'Sneakie' pulled out Pinkie's birth certificate out of the impostor's mane. The police read it, and arrested 'Pinkie'.
"That was sneaky, Sneakie." Mr. Cake said, "I knew you hadn't changed."
"Why should I change? I'm amazing!"
"It does not bother you at all that somepony else was arrested for your actions?" Mr. Cake asked.
"Hey, you steal Pinkie's identity, you go to jail. Now I'm going to my room. Goodnight!" At once, her mane became poofy again and her coat color became lighter. "By the way, my name is Pinkie. Pinkie Pie."
Author's Note
I hope you liked it! And THERE IS NO SHIPPING BETWEEN MRS. CAKE AND PINKIE!!! IT WAS A CROSSOVER AND I HAD TO DO IT THAT WAY! Besides, there is NO romance tag on this story so don't go there. Anyways, feel free to comment. This was also unedited. Thank you!
