"Manehattan.
The city that never never ever sleeps. Which isn't really a good idea. I mean, if you never sleep, then nopony would have the energy to PARTY! But I'm getting off topic. But even then, a sleepless city has it's whoopsies.

"I am Pinkie Clone #33, and I'm the pony this city deserves...wait, wrong hero...My hooves hunger for justice...? No! Anyway, you're probably wondering 'A clone, wha?' Well it all started when-"

"We know the story! Just get on with it already!!!"

"Woah! Who are you?"

"Not a brony reader, that's for sure...!"

"Then...why are you here?"

"Oh, would you look at the time. Gotta GO!"

*Silence*

"Ooookay? Fourth wall breaking inside a fourth wall break. Anyway, like I was saying in my gritty tone:"

"I'm on the run...although I don't really need to worry, THEY don't know I exist. We just wanted to have fun and they blew us up like balloons...not as fun as it looks. Luckily I escaped, too crazy to explain how I did it, the writer's too lazy. I've run into them a few times, but thank Celestia I had my disguise on me. It's REALLY clever. I just paint my mane and tail YELLOW and my coat white. They never noticed! But back on the not-so-tragic backstory."

"I've made a name of myself in Manehattan. No longer am I Pinkie Clone #33. I am...

PINKIE-POOL!!!
Pretty original name, eh?

Roll those credits!"

"Anyway, I have balloons to blow, cakes to chomp and...poopers to party! Alright narrator that explains in EXTREME detail of what's going on, take it away!"

Pinkie puts on her red mask as she spots five shady stallions breaking into the back of a bank. For a 'city that never sleeps', they sure don't seem to be awake for times like this. But who's complaining? More villains to whack.

"Alright. Minimum effort!"

With two tall inflatable mallets, she leaps off her 'deep thought' tower-

"It's my brooding location. Can't a pony just brood about...something?!"

-and bounces from conveniently placed awning to conveniently placed awning until she lands behind the unsuspecting perpetrators. They're passing bags of bits from one stallion to another until they unknowingly pass one to Pinkie.

"Aww, is it my birthday already?"

The burglars' ignorance got the best of them, and by the time they noticed their mistake-

*SQUEAK*

She strikes the closest robber, knocking him out cold.

For inflatable mallets, they sure do pack a punch. She approaches the rest of the robbers.

"What is this?!"

"Hi! I'm Pinkie-Pool! The pleasure is all SPINE!" she says whacking the two stallions' spines on both opposite ends of her.

She uppercuts another stallion into a trash can and stops right in front of the last one.

"Who are ya, freak?!"

"Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm Pinkie-Pool!!!"

She pulls out a party cannon and fires it. A large boxing glove rockets out and knocks the stallion out cold.

"Now that was a knockout!" PP's mind quips.

"NO! This is MY fic! I do one-liners. Y-you don't get one-liners, Kid Pink!"

The dazed robbers watch in confusion as Pinkie-Pool talks to herself.

"One-liners aren't important at the moment. Completely irrelevant to the task at hoof."

"Who asked you, Smart Pink?! Every superpony has at least ONE one-liner! Whatever, let's finish this up, alrighty tighty?"

"Eeyup."
"Crystal."

Eventually, the policemares arrive and find the bags of bits and criminals tied up like a present in front of the bank with a note:

"Dear Police,

Justice is SERVED!

...with a side of whipped cream."

*Pinkie-Pool

"Inner monologue time!"

"In this city, I'm known as the 'Mare with the Marshmallows'. I can practically go out in public in this suit. One time, a filly's mother thought I was a birthday clown and that's when I lived a double life as 'Wading Pool', the funniest mare in Manehattan!"

*BEEP* *BEEP*

"Oh. Time flies when you're kicking flank. I have a nightclub party to get to."

Pinkie-Pool pulls out her party cannon and clings on it. She strikes the bottom and propels her off the building. As she plummets, five balloons pop out and glides her to safety.

"Time jump away, Mr. Narrator guy!"

After a night a crime-free partying, "Wading Pool" rests in her 'Super Duper Cool Super Secret Party Cave of Partying Hideout', under the Statue of Marity, preparing for her next party plan.

"A party planner never sle-"

She faceplants on her desk, passed out.

"Hello? Equestria to Pinkie!"
"Wakey wakey, eggs and cakey....WAKE UP!!!"

"SMILE!!! *snort* H-how long was I out?! Are the cherrychangas ready?!"

"Sadly, no cherrychangas. But good news: we have a party that needs Pinking up."

"Oh, right! Almost forgot!"

Wading dashes towards a bulletin board with thousands upon thousands of client's addresses scattered around it.

"Let's see here. Lyra, Harshwhiny, Coco Pommel...AHA! Here we go! This filly's gonna have the greatest...party...EVAH!!!"

She jumps on her cannon a launches herself through a totally not conspicuous entryway out of the large statue. More balloons pop out and the day's winds carry her to shore, into the bustling city. As she nears her destination, Wading spots three little fillies cornering another in an alleyway.

"Looks like we have a Code 546."

"Yep. Meanie bo-beanies!"

"...that's ONE way to call it..."

She deflates a few balloons as she dons her mask. While she slowly descends behind the unsuspecting bullies, she gets an idea.

"Superpony landing, incoming!"

Pinkie-Pool leaps from the cannon and lands HARD on her hind legs.

"Stop it, guys!"

"What're you gonna do about it, Blank Flank?"

"She's about to witness a show!"

The supposed ringleader of the group turns to face you.

"Wha-?" is all she could utter as Pinkie-Pool jumps in the air, grabs her cannon, flips in front of the bullies and blasts them FULL FORCE out of the alley, confetti everywhere.

The balloon animal kit in her suit inadvertently goes off, giving the impression that she was hulking out.

Nyah! Let's get out of here!"

The three bullies run off as Pinkie-Pool deflates and comforts the orange filly.

"You okay, kid?"

"Yeah. Whatsit to ya?" the hurt child says, teary eyed.

Pinkie-Pool gives an intense stern expression, rivaling Fluttershy's 'Stare'.

"But...thanks. I appreciate it." she says more sincerely.

As the little one trots past her, Wading hears her mutter something:"Worst...birthday...ever."

"BIRTHDAY?!?! We HAVE to do something, girl!"

"She looks familiar..."

Pinkie-Pool reaches into her front pocket and pulls out her client sheet.

"I knew it! This must be Babs Seed."

Having a record on EVERYpony in town of their likes, dislikes, etc. she skims through her notes.

Name: Babs Seed
Gender: Female
Age: 9
Likes: Roller derbys
Dislikes: Needles
Cutie Mark?: N/A

She looks up from her papers and spots a store, a cart with flames painted on it in the display case. Wading zips across the street, inside the shop. As Babs leaves, she jumps from taxi chariot to taxi chariot as she catches up to her.

"Hey! Wait up, kid!"

"What is it no- *gasp*"

Babs' eyes grow wide and her jaw decided to play a game of HANGmare as Wading presents the model to her.

"I-Is that for me?"

"Suuure is!" she states with a smile.

Before Wading can react she finds Babs clinging to her arm.

"THANK YOU! HOW'D YOU GET THIS?! THIS IS EXPENSIVE! I WAS SAVING UP MY BITS FOR THIS! HOW DID-"

"Is THIS what we sound like sometimes?"
"Pretty much..."

As Wading walks the babbling Babs home, she ponders on how to surprise her at her party since SHE'S the pony planning it.

She notices a billboard.

"Come one, come all to the annual Manehattan Roller Derby Friday Night!!!"

And she knew just how to do it...

Author's Note

Keep in mind this takes place before Babs met AppleBloom.