What really happened on the Friendship express?
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What really happened on the Friendship Express?
What really happened on the Friendship express?
So that was the answer to the mmmmystery- Rainbow Dash, Rarity and Fluttershy had all taken a bite of the cake at different times while Pinkie Pie had been on guard. At least it had all managed to come out well in the end. All of the bakers, together, had managed to create something outstanding that Equestria was never going to forget and had won the prize as a group rather then just by themselves; which made Pinkie feel a lot better because it meant that everyone could smile together and have a good time.
Rainbow and all of the other culprits were extremely guilty about what they had done and were working extremely hard to get back into Pinkie's good books; though Pinkie kept insisting that she was fine with what they had done and forgave them. In actual fact, Pinkie was quite happy to have her friends doing so much for her to pay her back; it showed that their friendship was strong enough for them to want to keep being friends. Pinkie wanted nothing more than to keep being friends with everypony.
"Pinkie."
She twitched, looking to her side as Twilight urgently called her name.
"Yeah Twilight, what's wrong? Don't you like the cake?"
Twilight rubbed her eyes and yawned; dropping her piece of the dessert onto the floor.
"Pinkie it's time to wake up" she muttered as she walked over to the pink pony's side "It's morning Pinkie. The dessert competition is today. Wake up."
"What do you mean Twilight?" Pinkie stared at her friend in confusion, her eyelids drooping as she talked "I'm...awake...all...ready." Pinkie collapsed onto the floor and closed her eyes, falling into an unconscious sleep. When she finally came back to her senses the first thing she noticed was a very concerned Twilight standing over her head; looking down at her fatigued friend. Pinkie flinched and shot up onto her hooves.
"Wait, what's going on?" she asked as all of the other creatures came into the carriage one by one.
"I'm sorry Pinkie. Someone's eaten all of the desserts in the carriage, including the Cake's cake." Twilight turned the dessert so that Pinkie could see the large chunks that had been bitten out of it. All of the other baker's goods had been tarnished in the night as well; the baker's were at crying point when they saw their perfect puddings in disarray and Pony Joe had already tried to point the blame on one of the other ponies. Pinkie stared around in wonderment. How had all of the puddings been destroyed all over again? How where they all still on the train when the dessert contest had already been and gone? And how was it possible that a strange pony with an unusual moustache had walked into the carriage without anyone noticing?
"Bonjour, mes petit cheval. I am M.Poriot Pony and it seems that I have entered at just the right time" The strange pony trotted up to Twilight and bowed his head to the young mare. Twilight blushed and tried to curtsy back to the Belgian; unfortunately she failed and nearly fell over. Poirot just about caught her as she fell and helped her back onto her hooves again.
"It seems you are not so light on your hooves Mademoiselle. You have, what you say, the two left hooves"
All of the ponies stared down at their legs and looked at the Belgian pony in confusion. Of course they all had two left hooves, they were ponies after all. Poirot did not seem to notice the mistake he had made and carried on trotting around the dessert car looking at the carnage that had been created in the night.
"You, le cheval rose" Poirot pointed at Pinkie "You will tell Poirot what happened in the night time?"
The ponies looked at the perplexing detective in utter confusion. They didn't understand a word he had just said; not even the part he had said in English because his accent was making it harder for them to hear the words he was saying. Poirot didn't give up though, he kept on staring at Pinkie until she finally decided to talk.
"What?" This was not really the answer that Poirot had wanted to hear. He looked in anguish at the pink pony, praying that she actually began to understand what he was trying to say to her; nothing was happening.
"Pinkie, I think he's asking you what happened last night." Twilight told her friend after a few minutes of thought had passed. Poirot nodded his head, agreeing with the violet mare that that was what he had intended to ask. Pinkie finally understood what the question was.
"You don't really have to know that. I already know who did it." This still wasn't the answer that Poirot was wanting, but Pinkie seemed confident in what she had said. To the suprise of everypony Pinkie was suddenly sporting a Holmes-style hat and pipe without actually having moved to get anything in the first place.
"Pinkie shouldn't we let the professional deal with this?"
"Perfect silly question Twilight. You can be my assistant." Again with no effort, a hat popped into Pinkie's grasp and was shoved onto a startled Twilight's head. Twilight shook her head in dissapprovement; annoyed that Pinkie never actually had listened to what she had said. The pink pony stared around the room; at some ponies in particular.
"Have you got anything to tell me Fluttershy, Rarity and Dashie?" The three ponies she had pointed at slunk backwards; Fluttershy phsically seemed to collapse onto the floor in fear. Rainbow was not happy to be accused and flew up above Pinkie to show that she was not going to be blamed so easily.
"And what makes you think it was us? Huh..."
"Because..." The crowd looked on in anticipation. "... You did it before."
The ponies all stared at Pinkie as if she had gone mad. Well, at least more mad then usual.
"Pinkie, what are you talking about?"
"Another perfect silly question Twilight, keep it up." Twilight again shook her head as her friend winked in encouragment; not understanding what Twilight was trying to tell her at all.
"Ugh...I believe I may have the answer to our friends outburst." Poirot stepped back into the crowd. "I believe that our petit copain...eh...friend... is speaking of a dream she had."
Pinkie gasped. How could he say that it had all been a dream? It had definately happened, she knew it had. Otherwise why would she know who had done it? She stared around at her friends who she had blantantly accused earlier on. They seemed all to be slightly upset that it was they who had been blamed; Fluttershy and Rarity were practically in tears. Even Rainbow seemed to be on the verge of crying, and she never liked to show her weaker side. Pinkie Pie's hair deflated and she bursted into a river of tears. Nopony was smiling anymore...all she wanted...was for them to...smile...
"Agh, do not worry mes petit cheval. I am sure you did not mean to eat the desserts."
Pinkie stopped crying and looked up at the moustached pony who was trying to comfort her. She gulped.
"What do you mean I ate the desserts. I would never..."
"Why yes, she would never, I'm sure." Rarity, her tears stopped, walked up to Poirot slowly. "She would never eat the cake, why should she?"
"Yes, she wouldn't." Her other friends all tried to vouch for their friends innocence. Poirot smiled at their notions and walked up to the ruined cake before making his final conclusions about the mmmmystery.
"Yes, I do not believe she would have done it while she was conscious of the fact she was doing it." Poirot bowed to his confused fellow passengers. "You see when one dreams about something you can inevitably be lead to doing it, so while le cheval rose was asleep and dreaming of a mystey of gateau's she was actually acting out what was happening in the real world." Poirot trotted over to the picture of an old stallion general, the one Pinkie had dreamt that the culprit had banged into when trying to escape.
"See this picture." The ponies stared at the picture but saw nothing of intrest. Poirot, however, disagreed as he picked off a small piece of a streamer that had hooked onto the frame. Everypony stared at Pinkie, knowing that she was the only pony that ever carried party supplies with her wherever she went. Pinkie blushed.
"Mademoiselle, do not worry it is not really your fault."
"But M.Poirot, you still haven't told us why Pinkie ate the cake." Twilight pointed out while she tried to comfort her usally happy friend.
"Ah qui, merci Mademoiselle." Again he bowed before speaking again. "I figure that in her dream, she must have dreamed about eating a cake and so had eaten the cake in real life. Am I right?"
"Yes I did eat the whole cake... At the dessert competition." Pinkie stared around at her friends and the bakers. "I'm so sorry everypony. I didn't mean to...Really I didn't. Can you ever forgive me?"
Her friends looked at each other and smiled. Rainbow Dash even came down to the floor, calm, after her outburst earlier.
"Of course we forgive you. It wasn't your fault." The bakers nodded in approval, disappointed that they wouldn't be able to enter their desserts in the competition, but happy that they had been given a apology. Pinkie decided to try and resolve the problem.
"But I know what we can do to still win. We'll put all of the remains together to make something beautiful... and M.Poirot Pony can help... M.Poirot?" The Belgian had gone as mysteriously as he had entered.
Did they manage to win you ask. Well, you've seen the program haven't you? Of course they won, and Pinkie still got to see everyone smile and have a good time together, so she was happy. She was forgiven, what more could she ask?
Later on that night Princess Celestia, after many slices of the new and improved MMMM, sat down to find a letter on her bedside table. She read the message and smiled, everything had turned out well. This is what she read:
Dear Princess Celestia,
I am proud to say that the cake catastrophe was easily solved. It was good for you to ask me to help mes petit cheval with any problems they may have. It has been a long time since I retired from my position as head detective at the Canterlot Agency, so I am glad that you still remember me after all of these years. That Twilight Sparkle is a smart one and you are extremely lucky to have her as your student. Again, merci for the oppurtunity and thankyou for the chance.
Your faithful detective,
M.Poirot Pony
