Pinks 'n Pedro

“You guys are just the bestest friends in the whole wide world, you know that?” said Pinkie happily to Twilight and Rainbow, now that she was on her way back to the Telecommunications Tower, and Twilight and Rainbow had followed her, just because they wanted to see how this would unfold.

“Uh… sure. Bestest friends. In the galaxy,” replied Rainbow unenthusiastically.

Twilight nudged her, then whispered into her ear. “Look, I’m having doubts, like you, but at least I’m trying to show some support.” She went back to speaking to Pinkie. “We’re there for you every step of the way.”

“Aw, shucks, Twi,” said Pinkie happily as they approached the door. She entered, whistling in a cheerful demeanor. Twilight and Rainbow nodded at each other, then subtly followed.

After a trip in the elevator (which had in turn been after another unsuccessful attempt to cheer up the guy behind the counter), Pinkie was now in the upper floors of the building. She followed the instructions written down on her letter, and found herself at a door that she, being Pinkie Pie herself, could just tell was significant.

After a vivid knock, a stallion opened up for her. “Ah, so you’re Pinkamena Diane Pie?”

“You got it right! Pinkie will do, though.”

“Come right in! We’ve been anticipating you.” The stallion gestured into the room for Pinkie to enter, which she did, merrily. “My name is Log Roller, by the way.”

Pinkie’s two Ponyville friends, meanwhile, were hiding behind a rather large potted plant next to the door.

“The ponies you see before you are involved in, or have been involved in, other talk shows,” he went on, gesturing around the table.

So Pinkie got to know the other ponies in the room - Rain Whip, Lovely Bow, Spectrum Dream, - and they were soon passing around ideas to further develop Pinkie’s talk show. However, Pinkie didn’t seem quite so keen on diverging from what she had created - so what they had after an hour or so hadn’t exactly changed from what she had come up with many months ago.

“You don’t even want to do this?”

“How about you change that?”

“I’m sure it would be good to have…”

“I’m sorry, guys,” said Pinkie. “But I’m pretty happy with what I already have.”

“I agree,” said Lovely. “For this to be fair on her, we have to allow her ideas without judgement.”

“Yeah, now that we think about it, I’m pretty sure we all prefer her idea just the way it is,” agreed Spectrum.

“In that case,” said Log Roller with a smile. “I suppose our work in this section is done. Pinkie Pie, you may report back here in a week’s time so we can get started on filming.”

Pinkie’s eyes shone. “I may?! Thank you thank you sooooo much!” In her happiness and gratitude, Pinkie bounced over and gave him a big wet kiss* before saying her farewells to the ponies and bounding away in excitement.

Once she was out the door, she smiled an even bigger smile as she saw her friends. “How do ya like that, huh? They’re making my idea!” she sang with delight.

“What the – how’d you find us?” asked Rainbow.

“I just saw you go behind the potted plant,” explained Pinkie matter-of-factly. “I mean, it was getting pretty crowded in that room. So I’ll give you the scoop – they want to have me back next week to start filming! You have Pinkie Pie herself to thank for this perfect idea!”

“Did you just use ‘Pinkie Pie’ and ‘perfect idea’ in the same sentence?” groaned Rainbow. The pink mare tried to ignore that and simply went back downstairs.

“Go on without me, Twilight…” said Rainbow. “I need some time to properly process exactly what this is that I have witnessed…”

“You’ll miss the train,” Twilight reminded her.

“Trains suck. I have wings. I’ll beat it.”