Author's Note

Okay, everyone! There's something you NEED to know at this point.

Whenever a word is underlined, that means that me or Conscience fired a single shot with a gun.
This also applies to Exploding (see Mr. Original's Dictionary), where the font color is red.
Example of shooting: POW!
Example of Exploding: BOOM!

If a word only has certain letters underlined or colored, then we only fire during that part of the word.
This does apply to Exploding.
Example of shooting: "You, sunovabitch!"
Example of Exploding: "No one calls me stupid!!

If a word has a pattern where every other letter is underlined, that means we fired rapidly. It does not matter what gun is being used.
This does NOT apply to Exploding.
For example: "RRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Got that? ...Good. Enjoy! *jumps inside pipe*

"Nice to meet you! ...Even though you're not here..."

Mr. Original’s Dictionary
Original Edition

Explode
/ikˈsplōd/
vb.

-when James/Conscience releases a great deal of emotion in the form of an explosion* (usually in anger)
*The explosion,which engulfs James or Conscience, is a pillar shape and doesn't even last a full second. The range of the explosion is not much wider than either of them. Unless someone is touching them, or right above them, this explosion is most likely harmless. Otherwise, it is dangerous.

***

Tornado Spin
/tôrˈnādō spin/
vb.

-to wind one's self up , and spin on one foot (esp. w/ arms held out straight beside them): i.e. A SPINNING TOP

TORNADO SPIN

James looked perplexed as he, Twilight, and Spike rode in a flying chariot. (Conscience merged with James before the flight, so the chariot wouldn't be as heavy.) It was strange enough that there were two pegasi pulling the chariot (and keeping it from falling below them- or even leaning back for that matter- due to lack of momentum). But they were also kicking their legs, as if they could actually gallop on thin air. It was beyond him how they managed to pull it off. Not to mention how they seemed to think galloping on nothing did help, if at all.

Apparently, Spike either got a second letter without James noticing, or he was on the same letter, but the Princess started a new message on the same parchment. Because heard Spike read word-for-word, and as he spoke, James heard another introduction to the letter.

"My dear Twilight,

There is more to a young pony's life than studying. So I'm sending you to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration in this year's location, Ponyville."

"Oh, that is beyond cliche," James rolled his eyes. "Maybe in my universe, there's actually a town called 'Humanville,' or some sh*t," he threw his hands up in the air in mock excitement.

Spike continued.

"And, I have an even more essential task for you to complete: make some friends,

he looked at Twilight as he read that part.

"Oh, snap!" James Tornado Spun. Twilight moaned in frustration.

Spike tried to cheer her up. "Look on the bright side, Twilight. The Princess arranged for you to stay in a library. Doesn't that make you happy?"

He succeeded. Twilight's head rose, "Yes. Yes it does." James stopped spinning as he heard his catch-phrase being used. "You know why? Because I'm right. I'll check on the preparations as fast as I can. Then I'll go back to the library to get some more proof of Nightmare Moon's return."

"Then... when will you make friends, like the Princess said?" Spike asked.

"She said to check on preparations. I am her student, and I'll do my royal duty. But the fate of Equestria does not rest on me making friends."

"I don't know, Twilight," James spoke up in mock uncertainty. "As far as I can tell, the Princess is pretty intelligent. I'm sure she knows what she's doing. You should have a little faith in her." The second the two pegasi guards came to a landing, James deadpanned. "Conscience, get out."

And out, came the Conscience. "Ooh," he looked around, "this place looks welcoming."

The two guards neighed to signal their arrival. "Thank you, sirs," Twilight smiled at them. They smiled and nodded. Then James and Conscience followed behind, and walked up to the guards.

"Conscience, tip me," James held out his hand. Conscience groaned in exasperation and socked himself in the back of the head, producing a crisp twenty dollar bill. It landed smoothly in James's hand.

James then held the bill by the side and held it out to the first pegasus. "We appreciate it very much," James nodded. The two guards looked in confusion at the dollar bill. They exchanged glances. Eventually the second one shrugged to the first, who hesitantly took the bill in his mouth before they turned to leave.

"You take care now!" James called out to them as they flew away.

Conscience glared at him as they caught up with Twilight and Spike. "You better be glad I don't have to Coin Punch myself so hard to get that much money."

"Shush," James intoned.

"You're welcome," Conscience replied sarcastically.

"Maybe the ponies in Ponyville have interesting things to talk about," Spike spoke up as a pink mare walked in their direction. She then stopped in front of them. "Come on, Twilight, just try!" Spike gestured at the mare.

"Uh... hello?" Twilight smiled nervously. James and Conscience waved Cheerfully from behind.

The mare gasped dramatically, startling them, before zooming past them.

The group stood there and stared for a few seconds as she ran off.

"I like it here already!" Conscience chirped Cheerfully.

"...Well, that was interesting, alright," Twilight quirked an eyebrow before walking in the same direction. Spike sighed as he followed her, James and Conscience close behind.

"Meh, don't give up so quickly, Twilight. Maybe she was just a special case. I'm sure not everyone in this town does that," James looked around at some of the townsfolk. As he caught some of their gazes, he waved. To his delight, some waved back, causing his smile to slightly grow.

The group of four continued to walk down the dirt path, passing by a numerous bunch of apple trees. Spike looked at the parchment in his hand as he read. "Summer Sun Celebration: official overseer's checklist. Number one. Banquet preparations: Sweet Apple Acres."

"Son of a bitch pudding...," James cursed quietly as he lightly Coin Punched himself in the back of his head, producing a five dollar bill into the smirking Conscience's waiting hand.

"YEEEEEHAAAW!"

They turned to see the source of the voice, which turned out to be an orange pony with a brown stetson hat. They watched as she galloped up to a tree and kicked it with her hind legs, causing all the apples in the tree to shake, falling into the waiting baskets below. She stood proudly as she crossed her foreleg with her other.

"Oh, I can do that, Conscience bragged as he cracked his knuckles while stepping forward. James wasn't having it. At least, not yet.

"Not now, Conscience," he held Conscience back with his arm.

"Damn it," Conscience muttered as he crossed his arms and pouted.

Twilight sighed, "Let's get this over with..." They walked towards the pony. James noticed this one didn't have wings, or a horn. For some reason unknown to him, that relieved him. "Good afternoon. My name is Twilight Sparkle."

"I'm James, and this is Conscience," James spoke up gesturing to Conscience, who waved Cheerfully.

Twilight gasped in surprise as the pony suddenly grabbed her hoof and shook vigorously. "Well howdy do, Miss Twilight! A pleasure makin' yer acquaintance. Ah'm Applejack. We here at Sweet Apple Acres sure do like makin' new friends." At that, James and Conscience both stifled a laugh as Conscience held up a box of Apple Jacks cereal.

"'Friends?'" Twilight said the word as if she had never heard of it in her life. "Actually-y-y, I-I uh..."

Applejack pulled away (and Conscience quickly put away the box of cereal). "So. What can Ah do ya for?" she winked at Twilight.

Twilight's eyes were shut, as she was still shaking her hoof rapidly. Spike had to grab her hand to stop her. She glared at him as he stifled a laugh. James smiled in amusement while Conscience's face was red as he snorted, trying his hardest not to collapse on the ground cracking up.

"Ahem. Well, I am in fact, here to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration. And, you're in charge of the food?"

"We sure as sugar are!" Applejack replied. "Would ya care to sample some?"

"Well, as long as it doesn't take too long," Twilight raised an eyebrow as Applejack zoomed off before she could even finish. She went over to a rusty-looking triangle dangling by a rope. She took a (triangle stick?) and rapidly tapped it against the insides, playing its chime.

"SOUP'S ON, EVERYPONY!" she called out.

"Did she just say 'everypony?'" Conscience furrowed his eyebrows.

James didn't get to reply as a giant crowd of ponies stampeded them from behind to a waiting table.

"Ooh, a tablecloth! Classy," James admired as he looked down at the plaid yellow and orange cloth.

Applejack popped up next to Conscience, who was at one of the ends of the table. "Now, why don't I introduce y'all, to the Apple family."

Twilight tried to make her escape. "Thanks, but I really need to hurry--" She was cut off as an plate with an apple fritter on it appeared in front of her face, held by one of the ponies that came out from the crowd.

Applejack spoke up. "This here's Apple Fritter... Apple Bumpkin,Red Gala, Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Caramel Apple...," Applejack continued to name ponies of the family as they zoomed to the table, put down an apple-related dish, and zoomed away just as quickly.

James looked over at Conscience. "What the f***!?" he mouthed silently to him. Conscience only shrugged his shoulders as Applejack continued to name everyone.

"Apple Cinnamon Crisp...," Applejack finally paused for a breath. A deep one, she was talking pretty fast for a long time. "Big Macintosh, Apple Bloom, aaand...," she paused dramatically as she shoved a green apple into Twilight's mouth. "Granny, Smith. Up an at 'em, Granny Smith, we got guests," she said to an elderly mare, who was snoring as she rocked gently in a rocking chair.

Granny Smith stirred before she blinked her eyes open groggily. "W-Wha..? Soup's on? I'm up, here I come, ahm comin'..."

"What did she say?" Conscience whispered to James.

"I don't know. 'Soup's on,' and then I didn't get the rest," James whispered back.

Applejack put her foreleg over Twilight's back. "Why, I'd say, they're already part of the family!"

Twilight's eye's widened as she said that, before she did a spit take with the apple that was shoved in her mouth. "Ahaha," she laughed nervously, "Okay, well... I can see the food situation is handled, so, we'll be on our way."

Most of the Apple family members looked a bit devastated as she said that. "Aren't you gonna stay for brunch?" a small, sad voice asked.

Twilight and the others looked down to see Apple Bloom, who was giving the most adorable sad look she could possibly seem to manage.

Conscience spoke up. "...Well, you can't say 'no' to that face!" he Signature Shrugged.

James almost didn't care. Almost. That face was cute, and he wouldn't mind if he did stay. But at the same time, he had eaten a few hours ago. So he didn't have to get something to eat right then and there.

Twilight wasn't having it. "Sorry. But we have an awful lot to do," she said with a sympathetic look.

"Awwww," most of the Apple family (and Conscience) looked towards the ground sadly.

Twilight looked around. She just wanted to hurry up and finish, but she didn't want to upset anyone. "...Fine."

The Apples cheered happily.

"I say, when it comes to cooking, they sure don't f*** around," James rubbed his stomach contentedly.

"No kidding," Conscience agreed, licking his lips. "I counted fourteen Apple puns. Fifteen if you include Applejack."

"Uuugh," Twilight moaned in discomfort, "I ate too much pie...,"

Spike looked at the checklist as he, Twilight, James, and Conscience walked down the dirt road once again. "Food's all taken care of. Next, is weather."

"If you tell me that you guys can control the weather here, then I will, at the drop of a hat, call bullsh**," Conscience spoke up.

Spike defended, "But, we can control the weather he--"

"BULL-SH**!" Conscience interrupted.

POW!

"AH! DAMN IT!" Conscience winced in pain as James shot him in the leg with a handgun. Twilight and Spike looked in horror. James noticed this, and assured them.

"Don't worry, we do this all the time," he waved his hand dismissively as he put the gun back up.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Conscience winced. Hesitantly, they continued walking, James and Conscience following behind.

"Hmm," Spike placed the pencil he was holding against his chin. "There's supposed to be a pegasus pony named 'Rainbow Dash' clearing the clouds," he said while looking up at the sky.

Twilight looked around the sky, James and Conscience following suit. "Well, she's not doing a very good job, is she." That was all she got to say before something rammed right into her, splashing her into a puddle of mud... wherever the f*ck that came from.

"HO-LY, SH**!" Conscience cried out in surprise.

They looked over to Twilight, then their eyes fell on the figure on top of her. It was a sky blue-coated pegasus mare with a rainbow mane and tail.

Said mare blinked a few times as she recovered (rather quickly) and looked down to see who she ran into. "Hhheheheheh. Um... excuse me?" James was going to help Twilight up and ask if she was alright, but the pegasus spoke up. "Aheh. Let me help you!"

They watched as she zoomed away, quickly returning with a grey cloud in tow. She moved it on above Twilight before jumping on it repeatedly, causing a sh*tload of rain to pour on top of Twilight. James's mouth opened slightly in shock.

POP!

Conscience Pop Fainted.

After a few seconds, the mare stopped as the cloud turned white. She looked over the cloud with the other three, to see Twilight completely drenched, her mane and tail drooping with moisture.

The mare laughed lightly. "Oops. I-I guess I overdid it," she tapped her chin with her hoof. "Um, uh, how about this!"

Twilight's eyes widened as the pegasus suddenly flew a round her at breakneck speed. "My very own patented, Rainblow Dry," she said as she finished. "No no, don't thank me. You're quite welcome."

There was a short silence, before Conscience shot up and broke it. "Hey look, the mud puddle's gone!"

Rainbow Dash looked and saw that Twilight's mane and tail had gotten all curly and puffy. She bit her lip and teared up slightly as she snorted, then fell on the ground laughing. Spike soon followed suit upon seeing Twilight.

James and Conscience exchanged glances. "It's not that bad," Conscience shrugged.

"It really isn't," James shook his head in agreement.

Twilight didn't look amused. "Let me guess. You're Rainbow Dash."

The mare stopped laughing and shot up, launching Spike in the process. "Thee one and only," she pointed to herself proudly. She flew back into the air. "Why, you heard of me?"

"I heard you're supposed to be keeping the sky clear," Twilight sighed. "I'm Twilight Sparkle, and the Princess sent me to check on the weather."

"Yeah, yeah, that'll be a snap. I'll do that in a jiffy, just as soon as I'm done practicing," Rainbow Dash replied nonchalantly from a cloud she was relaxing on. James and Conscience looked unnerved at the position she was lying in.

"That does not look comfortable, not for a pony, at least," Conscience whispered to James. James was speechlessly staring at Rainbow, as he slowly shook his head in agreement.

"Practicing for what?" Twilight asked.

"The Wonderbolts!" Rainbow Dash replied dramatically while pointing at a poster that was adhered onto one of the houses. "They're gonna perform at the celebration tomorrow. And I'm gonna show 'em my stuff," she said as she did a loop in the air.

"Thee Wonderbolts?" Twilight smiled coyly.

"Yep."

"The most talented flyers in all of Equestria?"

"That's them," came the reply.

Twilight scoffed, "Please. They'd never accept a pegasus who can't even keep the sky clear for one measly day."

"Oh, snap!" Conscience Break-dance Kicked.

Upon seeing the smug look on Twilight's face, James quickly caught on: she was using reverse psychology. "Oh, I see what you're doing...," he said to himself. He could tell it was working, because Rainbow Dash turned around, looking offended.

"Hey. I can clear this sky in ten seconds flat," she glared at Twilight.

"Prove it," Twilight challenged as James pulled out his pocket watch.

And she did. She flew all over the sky punching and kicking clouds. "Loop-de-loop around, and wham! What'd I say. Ten. Seconds. Flat. I'd never leave Ponyville hangin'," she landed on the bridge as James put his watch up.

"...Damn," Conscience raised an eyebrow.

Rainbow laughed as Twilight, Spike, and Conscience stared dumbfounded. "Ahaha. You should see the look on your face. Ha. You're a laugh, Twilight Sparkle. I can't wait to hang out some more." Twilight's eyes widened as she said that.

"Wow. She's amazing," Spike pointed at Rainbow, who flew away, leaving a trail behind. He snorted in laughter as he remembered Twilight's mane.

Twilight grunted in annoyance as she started walking towards a tall, pointy building in front of them.

"Wait! It's kind of pretty once you get used to it," Spike ran to catch up with her, James and Conscience following close behind.

"Decorations," Spike said as he marked it down on the checklist. "...Beautiful...," he sounded entranced.

"Yes. The decor is coming along nicely," Twilight agreed as she caught up with him. "This oughta be quick. I'll be at the library in no time. Beautiful indeed."

"Not the decorations. Her!" Spike pointed at a white unicorn mare with a violet mane and tail, who was levitating various ribbons in front of her face.

"No... no... no... oh! Goodness, no," she spoke aloud to herself.

"How are my spines? Are they straight?" Spike asked, checking. Twilight rolled her eyes and walked over to the mare.

"Good afternoon."

The unicorn cut her off. "Just a moment, please. I'm in the zone, as it were. Oh yes, sparkle always does the trick, does it not? Why, Rarity, you are a talent. Now, um, how can I help yo-- WAHAHAAH!" she yelped as she turned around to look at Twilight. "Oh my stars, darling! Whatever happened to your coiffure?!"

"Oh, you mean my mane? Well, it's a long story," Twilight replied.

"Those are my favorite," Conscience deadpanned.

Twilight continued, "I'm just here to check on the decorations, and then I'll be out of your hair."

"Out of my hair? What about your hair?" Rarity went behind Twilight and began to push her toward the exit.

"Wait," Twilight protested. "Where are we going? Help!"

Conscience looked over to James, "Uh, couldn't she just levitate her with her horn?"

"Well, from the perspective of the one being lifted, that would probably be even ruder than pushing them," James replied as they followed along.

He and Conscience both raised an eyebrow as they watched Spike fly behind them with the tip of his tail, hearts for eyes.

"What in the f***?" they intoned in unison.

After the struggle, their destination turned out to be Rarity's house, a fancy (and purple) house that reminded you of a merry-go-round.

Inside, Rarity was deciding on something for Twilight to wear. It was not proving to be simple.

"No, no, uh-uh. Too green."

"Too yellow."

"Too poofy!"

"Not poofy enough."

"Too frilly."

"Too... shiny."

Finally she seemed to settle for the next selection: a saddle-looking piece with several various gems instilled. "Now go on, my dear. You were telling me where you're from." And then she pulled on the strap, making it tighter.

Twilight strained, having trouble breathing. "I've... been sent... from Canterlot...to...," she didn't get to finish as Rarity let go in surprise.

"Canterlot!? Oh, I am so envious, the glamour, the sophistication... I've always dreamed of living there! I can't wait to hear all about it!" Twilight's eyes widened at her next words. "We're gonna be the best of friends, you and I."

"Wow, she makes it sound like paradise," James muttered.

"I thought we were fixing her hair, not her entire appearance," Conscience replied impatiently.

Rarity's eyes fell on the saddle Twilight was wearing, and recoiled slightly. "Emeralds!? What was I thinking... let me get you some rubies!" With that, she ran into another room to do just that.

Twilight jumped on her chance like she was going to die if she didn't. Immediately turning away while Rarity was distracted, she made a run for the door. "Quick! Before she decides to dye my coat a new color!"

Spike sighed in adoration at Rarity. James and Conscience simply jumped into a pipe, and reappearing outside to catch up with Twilight. Why? Because they were complicating.

Spike still had that hypnotized look on his face as he sat on Twilight's back facing backwards. "Wasn't she wonderful?" he asked in a distant voice.

James and Conscience exchanged a glance. "...Meh," they shrugged in perfect sync.

"Focus, Casanova," Twilight said to Spike. "What's next on the list?"

Spike cleared his throat, "Oh, eh, music! It's the last one."

"Yesss," Conscience hissed as he pumped a fist in the air.

Just then, they heard some birds singing. It wasn't a random cacophony of individuals, but rather a group singing together.

"Damn. Those birds got talent," James complimented.

They followed the singing voices, and noticed it was coming from behind a clearing of bushes. They went through the clearing, to find a light yellow pegasus with a light pink mane and tail. She was waving her foreleg like a conductor as she floated barely a few yards from the ground. In front of the pegasus was a tree full of birds, the source of the singing.

They watched as she flew up to a blue jay and said something, the bird eventually nodding in reply.

As she flew back to her initial spot, Conscience Signature Shrugged. "Discount Snow White. Ow!" James smacked him upside the head.

"Shut up," he hissed at Conscience. "Maybe the birds can talk, too."

"Hello!" Twilight suddenly called out, startling the mare and the birds, who flew away in fright.

"Nicely done, Twilight," Conscience deadpanned at her.

"Oh my. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten your birds. I'm just here to check up on the music, and it's sounding beautiful," Twilight smiled.

The light-colored pegasus, who was floating down to the ground as Twilight spoke, landed. She looked away from her gaze and lightly kicked the ground nervously. Upon seeing that, Conscience Cheerfully held up a sign that read: Luigi fan!!!

Twilight smiled awkwardly and looked around. She decided to try and break the ice. "I'm Twilight Sparkle... what's your name?"

"Um," the mare said timidly, "...I'm Fluttershy."

"What did she say?" James whispered to Conscience.

"I think she said Fluttershy," Conscience whispered back.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Twilight asked.

"Um... my name is Fluttershy," the mare mumbled quietly, taking a step back.

"Diiidn't quite catch that," Twilight said. At that, the mare whimpered as she hid behind her mane. There was a long, uncomfortable silence.

"...Canterlot would eat her alive...," Conscience said quietly as he shook his head. After a few seconds, the birds from earlier came back and perched on the tree.

"...Well, um, it looks like your birds are back. So I guess everything's in order. Keep up the good work!" Twilight smiled nervously. The mare whimpered again in response. Twilight walked back slowly," Ooo-kay..."

Conscience turned around with Twilight as Spike walked out of the bush. James's gaze lingered on the timid pegasus. He noticed she was still looking at them. "Well, that was easy," Twilight said.

James watched as the mare shot up and gasped at the sight of Spike. "A baby dragon!" She practically bowled over Twilight, sending her flying right over Spike's head. Conscience snorted in laughter as he held up a sign that read: Zero f*cks given.

"Oh, I've never seen a baby dragon before! He's so cute," she cooed at the dragon.

"He's a baby!?" James and Conscience exclaimed incredulously at Twilight, who was too dazed to answer.

"Well well well," Spike proudly crossed his arms as he smirked at Twilight.

"Oh my. He talks. I didn't know dragons could talk. That's just so incredibly wonderful. I-I just don't even know what to say!"

That was when Twilight levitated Spike onto her back. He looked a little dizzy from it. "Well, in that case, we'd better be going," Twilight said politely before turning to leave.

KLPOW!

James and Conscience Flashed next to Twilight, and walked with her. However, the pegasus wasn't finished, as she followed close behind.

"Wait, wait! What's his name?" she asked.

"I'm Spike," he replied.

"Hi, Spike. I'm Fluttershy," she replied.

"See, I knew it," Conscience said to James.

"Wow, a talking dragon. And... what do dragons talk about?" Fluttershy asked.

"Well... what do you wanna know?"

"Absolutely everything."

James's eyes shot wide open, while...

POP!

Conscience Pop Fainted (though he fell forward). This surprisingly didn't faze Fluttershy, as she was still staring at Spike attentively. Twilight groaned in annoyance as they continued to walk. (Conscience was still unconscious on the ground behind them.)

"Weeell, I started out as a cute little purple and green egg...," Spike began.

The sun was now touching the horizon, and the sky was a blend of dark-ish and light yellow. The group of four walked down the road, cottages and other buildings surrounding them. James had Pop Fainted halfway through the story (which was about twenty minutes ago) due to a rare case of Too Much Information-itus, or 'TM Itus' for short. Conscience had only Flashed back to them no less than five minutes ago. His wide eyes twitched constantly and uncontrollably as Spike went on and on about his life. This was the second stage of TM Itus. There was a difference between long stories and over-detailed stories. James and Conscience knew that very well.

"...And that's the story of my whole, entire life," Spike finished. Conscience's eyes finally relaxed.

"Oh, thank goodness!" he sighed in relief.

"Well, up until today," Spike leaned forward. "Did you wanna hear about today?"

Conscience's eyes widened again. "Nooo! No, God, please no!" he Exploded, actually startling Spike and Fluttershy.

Twilight must have been too annoyed to be frightened, because she whirled around and gave a polite smile, that Conscience could obviously tell was strained.

"I'm am so sorry. How did we get here so fast? This is where I'm staying here in Ponyville, and my poor baby dragon needs his sleep," she said while making a pout. Conscience, admittedly, thought it looked adorable.

"No I don't," Spike argued. But Twilight held the innocent smile on her face as she launched Spike off her back and onto the ground beside her.

"Aw, wook at that. He's so sweepy he can't even keep his wittle bawance," she cooed at him. Conscience furrowed his eyebrow in exasperation at the way she slurred her L-pronunciations.

Fluttershy scooped him up. "Poor thing. We simply must get him to bed," she said as she flew inside. Twilight had other plans, however.

She raced inside and nicely pushed Fluttershy back outside. "Yes yes, we'll get right on that. Well, g'night!" And with that, Twilight shut the door in Fluttershy's face.

KLPOW!

James appeared behind Fluttershy. "Oh, hello again," he waved Cheerfully. "'Scuse me...," he politely moved past her, and went inside.

He came inside to see Spike glaring at Twilight.

"Huh. Rude much?" he said, his claws on his hips.

"Well, you weren't helping either!" Conscience glared at him.

"Sorry, Spike. But I have to convince the Princess that Nightmare Moon is coming, and we're running out of time. I just need to be alone, so I can study without a bunch of crazy ponies tryin'a make friends all the time. Now, where's the light?" she looked around.

Spike and Twilight jumped in fright when the lights suddenly turned on to reveal a large crowd of ponies with party hats and streamers surrounding them. "SURPRIIIIIISE!" they all shouted.

James looked around and saw three familiar mares at the front of the crowd. "Hey, I remember you guys from Canterlot," he said quietly to himself. Spike smiled as he looked around at everyone. Twilight moaned in annoyance. Conscience Signature Shrugged.