"-and then Graze Digger flipped these other two chumps and crushed another, and splinters were EVERYWHERE! And then-"

"At this point, watching paint dry doesn't sound too torturous."

*gasp* "Oh come on! It's not that bad. She's cute when she's this ecstatic."

"Too bad she has to go home soon, or else she would've made a great superpony partner."

"The foreshadowing levels are uncanny..."

We see the party protector of parties, Pinkie-Pool as she walks a yammering Babs out of the stadium, contemplating partycannoning herself.

"Let's just find her home and get this over with. I could go for a chimicherry right about now."

"That does sound good at the moment, surprisingly."

"Alright, alright. First thing's first. Getting this birthday filly home."

While reaching Babs' apartment, Wading decides to get a rating...from a filly!

"How sad is THAT?"

"Hush! I do the breaking here!"

"Sooo Babs? On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate this birthday?"

"A WHOPPING 12/10, OF COURSE!!! Nopony's ever given me a birthday quite like this!"

"I'm glad you liked it! Best party planner in Equestria!"

The two ponies eventually reach the building. As Babs opens the door, a HUGE herd of small housepets come flooding out the door.

"Oh don't worry about that. Happens all the time, strangely EVERY time I open this door."

[Obvious Hey Arnold reference is obvious.]

"So. I guess this is goodbye."

"I-I'm not really good with goodbyes so...let's just say 'See ya later, alligator!'"

"Hey! I had a pet alligator once! His name was Gummy!"

"Oh, I miss that scaly scamp!"

Babs chuckles at your remark and embraces the party mare in a tight hug.

Although it seemed she's using Wading as cover.

"Thanks again, Wading. I had a great time. But DON'T tell anypony about this! I'm already a blank flank as it is."

Wading rubs her hoof on her mouth gesturing the 'my lips are sealed' motion.

"I Pinkie promise."

As the sup- *sigh* Do I HAVE to read this?

"Yes! ALL of it!"

*GROANS*

As the super secret, super awesome, supercalafragilisticexpealadocious superpony-

"Now THAT'S much better!"

[Why am I writing this?]

-trudges through the late, busy streets of Manehattan, the sound of collapsing concrete can be heard underground.

The sewers to be exact.

*shudder* "We are NOT going down the-"

"TOO LATE!!!"

Donning her mask, Pinkie-Pool drops into the dimly lit corridors of the sewer. Suddenly the faint sound of agonizing groans breaks the silence.

As Pinkie gets closer and closer to the victim in need, she spots a bruised stallion under a pile of rubble.

"My sweet Celestia! Are you alright?!"

"I-I'm fine. I- *sigh* I can't do this Bronzus. It's beneath me!" the stallion says as he rises from the wreckage with ease.

Soon the wreckage collects itself and forms a pony.

"I know this is awkward." the debris remarks as she turns into a gray coated mare.

"What the- *gasp* I should've known something's fishy!"

Pinkie looks at the rushing river of unmentionables.

"Eh, no pun intended."

"Yes it was. He's the one writing the story."

"Oh come now, team. We needed a pony 'in distress' to lure her here." says a stallion made of bronze metal.

"I've told you before Bronzy and I'll tell you again:

I'm...NOT-"

"Interested? That you're 'a lone timberwolf that works alone on a lone island with a lone statue of loneliness'? Is that about right P?"

"Exactly! I made extra EXTRA sure to emphasize how lonely I am....that sounded WAY less depressing in my head."

"No it didn't!"
"No it didn't!"

"Aw, would you at least give being a member of Z-Force a chance? We could use the support."

"You're good without me. Stronghold and Rubble are enough aren't they?"

"Well of course! Best team a stallion could ask for. But we hope to accomplish bringing ALL superponies together to fight for JUSTICE!" Bronzus dramatically declares.

"Justice is ALWAYS your answer to everything!

'Hey, what's your favorite hobby?'
'JUSTICE!'

'What's your most preferred dessert?'
'JUSTICE!'

'What do want in your drink?'
'Just ice, please.'

What's with that?!"

"She's kinda right, Bronze. You do use the word 'justice' a lot." Stronghold states.

"At least 100 times a week, MAX." Rubble adds.

[Exposition at it's worst.]

"W-Well, it's supposed to add dramatic effect!"

"Just face it Bronzy, you'll never be Bat-Mare."

Bronzus hangs his head in defeat.

"This is...sorta awkward."
"I know right? Rarity isn't THIS dramatic. And that's SAYING SOMETHING!"

"Alrighty tighty then. I'm about to go and get some cherrychangas, so..."

*sigh* "Fine. We'll make a Z-Mare out of you yet, Pinkie. I guess we'll have to put the bouncy house down."

"You do that. And I'll just- PUT THE WHAT IN THE WHA WITHOUT ME IN THE WHAAAA?!?!"

"Oh, are you referring to the super awesome bouncy house in your training quarters? It's expected to be moved later today." he says mischievously. "But enough about that! We best be on our way. Come along team?"

As the supers exit the sewers, the conflicted candy croaker thinks her next move.

"This sounds like bribery..."

"We HAVE to go! Yah BRIBERY!!!"
"You know, there's a 85% chance this is a lie."

"And the other 15%?"
"IRRELEVANT! BOUNCY HOUSES ARE AWESOME!!!

"HEY, WAIT UP!!!"

Pinkie-Pool and her NOT team, Z-Force are in the always trusty BlueBird blimp. They would've gone with 'BlackBird' but that was taken.

There, our hyped hero bonds with the other members-

"Ooh, Stronghold, can I fly the BlueBird now?!"

"Eenope!"

Very poorly...

"Are we there YET!"

"Nooo! It hasn't even been FIVE minutes!"

VERY, very poorly.

"YOU HAVEN'T TRIED A CHIMICHERRY OOOR A CHERRYCHANGA?!?! Well if you did, which would prefer? Chimicherry, Cherrychanga? Chimicherry, Cherrychanga? Chimi-"

"Celestia, help us all."

Eventually, the four ponies reach a small island outside of Manehattan where the famed Fortress of the Z-Force's Solitude resides.

"We're here!"

*POP*
*SQUEAK*

Pinkie dashes through the doors of the mansion, searching for the fabled 'bouncy house'.

While searching the kitchen, she bumps into a stallion in metal attire.

"So, you finally decide to join the cool side, eh Pink?" he asks in a cocky tone.

"Not now, Magne- er, Reflecto! Where's the training room?!"

"Down that hall, through the garden, and to your left. Why'd you ask- and you're already gone aren't ya?"

She was...

Anyway, PP Sonics her way through the garden and takes a sharp left, where she bumps into Bronzus and company.

"Oh, glad you could make it Pinkie!" Bronzus nonchalantly says.

"Bouncy...I need...my BOUNCYYY!!!" she screeches in her demented Rainbow Dash impersonation.

"Just past that door-" is all he could utter before a flash of pink zips right by him and into the training room.

Inside is a large sleek high-tech room of high-techiness. Cannons, armor, weapons, the works.

"This...is the TRAINING ROOM!" Stronghold's voice dramatically echoes.

"And I'M the dramatic one?" Bronzus whispers under his breath.

"This is where we hone our abilities. Don't let the flashy tech distract you."

"Yeah, I had to learn that the HARD way." Stronghold winces, rubbing his flank.

PP, meanwhile, is too busy eyeing her side of the training room:

Inflatable walls and a trampoline floor.

"Pretty impressive, right Pink- Pinkie?"

"Boing! Boing! Boing! This feels RIGHT!"

"This is SO emotionally soothing!"
"Less talk, MORE BOUNCE!!!"

"Pinkie! Look out for the-"

"Wheeeeeeee-"

*POP*

A boxing glove shaped piñata collides with Pinkie, raining confetti as she falls to the floor.

"Piñata..."

"What-"
"Was-"

"That...was...AWESOME!!! IT'S LIKE A GAME!"

"Yeah, but the point of the 'game' is to not get hit-"

"Take THAT!"

*POP*

A cracked open apple piñata lands in front of the Z-Team.

Meanwhile, at Sweet Apple Acres

The Apple family are harvesting apples until Applejack pauses during her work.

"Uh, Applejack? You a'ight there?" the youngest sibling AppleBloom asks.

"Huh. Oh, A-ah'm fine. Somethin' just felt a little...off."

Author's Note

With Celestia as my witness, not ONE story will be finished without the word 'Confetti' in it!!!