Author's Note

The Spy of the Tiger gave Trixie big brain lessons.

because she never made it to Jupiter, Trixie never got more stupider?

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," Trixie nodded wisely.

The now rocket-powered chariot sat glistening in the sun. The oblivious royal guard hooked himself up to the restraints. "I salute you, Trixie. Surely, Celestia will appreciate your efforts in upgrading her mode of transportation."

Trixie watched the guard take off with a powerful flap of his wings. As for the much-heavier chariot, it remained solidly on the ground.

"Allow me to assist," Trixie pressed a button. Wisely.

"Oh thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu--"

Trixie dusted off her hooves and returned to her garage. Another satisfied customer. There was never an un-wise move she'd make. Only unwise moves made by everypony else.

Celestia was unintentionally banished to the moon by means of rocket chariot the next day.