"Handle with care? I wonder why I would need to....AHHHHH!"

Author's note: This might be the final short chapter. Going through a slight dry spell of fresh ideas. So gonna take a few days and brainstorm a bit through out each day. Enjoy guys.

-N

PS: Please do not ask questions about the plot, for example: Why there is one un-used character in the character list. ALL WITH BE CLEAR AS THE STORY PROGESSES.

The phone's alarm, enhanced by being plugged into a small speaker called a 'Music Bullet' blared "Money- By DR Period".

Nick awoke. Immediately saw the phone's lit up screen in the Darkness of pre-dawn, and shut down the alarm function. He now sat up cracked his back and did some simple stretches in bed with his legs and arms. Then he felt something poke his back in the dark. He grabbed his phone and used the screen light to see Pinkie. She was still asleep, covered in the blanket Nick had given her. Her mouth was half open as she drooled on the pillow in her sleep. Nick quickly got out of bed. He wasn't quite sure how he should feel about being in bed with a pony. But he honestly didn't give a sh**. He used his phone's screen light to navigate out of his room and down the hall. He saw Trixie and Alexandra still asleep. For the first time he thought about Luna. Where had she slept? Nick turned to the stairs then walked up. He walked down the upstairs hallway. Turned right and entered the computer room. Their he saw Luna fast asleep...at his desk! His computer monitor was turned off, Nick walked over. He touched the space bar on the keyboard. Luna snored loudly as the monitor came to life. Nick looked on screen. Luna had been playing Fallen Earth....under the alias 'PrincessOfTheNIght'. He shut down the computer and left the room. He went down stairs again. Then into the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen was a small dining area with a large circular table and a fairly expensive, small, chandelier. Not quite as big as in, a mansion or something. Just big enough to look large. If that makes sense (Which it doesn't). Nick turned on the chandelier. Then went out into the living room and gathered the manuals for each pony.

He went back to the dinner table and sat down. He began reading some of the modes for Pinkie Pie.

HAPPY MODE: The default mode for Pinkie, she is happy, energetic, and of course Pinkie Pie. You can get her back to this mode by calling her "The Derpyist derp around".

SAD MODE: Can be activated by breaking a promise, or giving bad news, etc. NEVER hit Pinkie Pie, she will simply go into CUPCAKES MODE.

CUPCAKES MODE: Pinkie becomes a murderous, cupcake hungry, villain and may at first go for a Rainbow Dash UNIT if one is available. In this  mode she sort of becomes a mad surgeon/baker. You can trigger this mode by declaring to Pinkie Pie "You are an awful surgeon and cupcake baker.".

Nick heard someone speak.

"How long have I been asleep?" Nick looked up, it was Alexandra.

"The whole night." Nick answered with a smile.

Alexandra took a second to process this.

"Wow, I told my self 'just a quick power nap' and closed my eyes." She explained sheepishly.

"Well you slept on my couch. You want some breakfast?" Nick offered laying down the manuals.

Alexandra looked at the fridge.  "Sure." she said quickly.

Nick took the next few minutes to make a 2 bowls of 'Frosted Flakes' cereal. They ate and then chatted. Later at about 6:00AM the sun rose. Princess Celestia came trotting down the stairs.

"Who rose the sun!?" she asked at about 6:46.

Nick and Alexandra then Alexandra spoke to Nick.

"Eh bien, vous lui expliquer, vous êtes le Brony ici, je ne savais rien au sujet de ces poneys bizarres jusqu'à ce qu'un apparu dans ma maison."

Nick processed these words then said "Fine.". He turned to the Princess.

"Here on Earth, the Sun and Moon move on their own. They don't need you to move them, so don't worry, consider it a......vacation!" Nick exclaimed.

Celestia looked a clock on the wall behind Nick.

"Well I prefer the sun to come up after 7." With that her horn glowed and the sun went back down.

Nick and Alexandra were....lets use the understatement: Surprised.

"How did you do that!" Nick and Alexandra exclaimed in unison.

Celestia gave them an puzzled look.

"I'm....goddess of the Sun. How else?" Celestia said.

Nick and Alexandra exchanged glances.

Alexandra now spoke in a sloppy, broken up,Spanish "Pensé que eran....robots pony?"

"You speak Spanish?" Nick asked.

"Oh yeah, you only Speak French." Alexandra said.

Nick answered in a weak Irish "Mé díreach tar éis seomraí folctha Gaeilge!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Celestia exclaimed "Just talk the same Language I do, please!"

Nick and Alexandra Grinned.

"Maith go leor." Nick said to the Princess

"bien" Alexandra also said.

In the early hours of morning (6:00 to 6:30), one man, walked calmly down the sleepy small town road. The small pebbles of the dirt road, lightly crunching beneath his feet. Residents of the small town seemed to own many porch and over-the-garage lights that shut off, when the residents shut them off shortly after getting the morning paper. This made for an excellent sign to see if a house was active and awake in the morning.

The man, who wore a some-what expensive white, dress shirt, and black jacket and pants, walked calmly, he held a small phone up to his view. On screen was a simple GPS, app. He continued, past several more houses. Then he came to two story home. This home looked slightly out of place in the small, middle class town. The semi-suited man noticed this. He exited his GPS app and hit 2 on speed dial.

"I'm there." He said as someone on the other end answered.

"Affirmative." The male voice said flatly "Clock the target building. You have 'Eagle' clearance. Any suspected targets go near the house eliminate them as soon as possible. Understood A.C.?"

Clarke reviewed the possible scenarios in which he would have to 'terminate' a target in this setting and how each scenario could go down. Then he responded.

"Roger that, Shepard out."

As Clarke hung up and pocketed his phone, a mail truck pulled up. Clarke could see 2 men in the door less, out-dated vehicle. They wore all black, and were clearly not mailmen.

These must be my first suspected targets. I wonder how the fat one feels about piano wire...

Clarke smiled broadly.

Those ponies, are the hidden sleeper cells of the US government, gotta protect them like I'd protect a safe house with valuable assets.