Pinkie-Pool

"One hundred and fifty. She smash one hundred and fifty piñatas....with her FACE!"

"I don't know if that's impressive or ridiculous."

"Haha! That was fun, let's do it AGAIN!!!"

"I think that's enough smashing for today, Pink."

"I'll TELL you when I've smashed enough! HYYYAAAA!!!"

Pinkie lunges at Bronzus with ravenous rage.

*CLANG*

She crashes muzzle-first into his metal hoof.

"You're not the Incredible Bulk."

"What happened? Did I Pink out again?"

"Wait, this happened BEFORE?"

"On occasion. It doesn't end well." she shudders.

"The less I know, the better."

"Wooo! I LOVE this place!"

"Well that was easier than expected. I didn't think that would've worked."

"She's Pinkie. Doesn't take that much to convince her."

"And don't you forget it!"

"I think that was an insult."

"How?"

*whispers*

"Heeeeeyy!"

Suddenly, the sound of a deafening alarm fills the room.

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! BREAK IN AT THE STORAGE FACILITY!"

"Well team, he's at it again." Bronzus says in annoyance.

"Who's at it again?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the group of supers dash out of the training room.

[At the Library]

Pinkie catches up to the team to find the damaged charred remains of what used to be a bookshelf/facility's entrance.

Out of nowhere, Reflecto comes soaring out of room before crashing into the wall, beaten and bruised.

"Reflecto! Are you alright?!"

"Ugh, yeah I'm good. I tired him out for ya!"

Pinkie rolls her eyes and gallops off with the others.

Inside, the team encounter a mechanized dragon who is tearing away at every crate, capsule or exhibit it sees. Strapped to the center of this behemoth's barrel is a stallion in a red metal suit.

"What monstrosity is that?!"

"An improvement over a wooden griffon, that's for sure."

The beast turns and spots the four.

"Oh. Greetings Z-Force! Just doing my weekly 'shopping' is all." he maliciously comments.

"You'll never find the Crystal of Immeasurable Power!"

"Honestly, the fault is on you guys. If the words 'Immeasurable Power' are in your possessions, chances are somepony might wanna steal it."

"He's not wrong."

"Who ARE you, fiend?"

"Who am I? Who am I?! My little pony, I. Am. BLADE!!!" he bellows overdramatically.

"Worst. Title drop. Ever."

"Wait! Aren't you that 'supervillain' in Trotham City on the PC side of Manehattan? Except your an obvious ripoff of me and, ya know...half of your face is black, and you have swords. Pretty boring."

"Boring?! My outfit, like, rocks! You're just a goofy clown that's a WAY less cooler version of me. Plus, I've been terrorizing this city for years LONG before you were born. PC has more interesting villains than Marble! And swords are always AWESOME!"

"I wasn't born yesterday!"
"Actually, we were born almost a year ago."

"Hm, no matter. When I find that crystal, I'll be the most powerful stallion in-"

We'll spare you the dialogue.

"Booooored. So boooored!"

Without warning, Pinkie chucks a Celebrationator at the yapping villain, only for it to be caught in the dragon's claws.

"Aw, how cute. What's in it, a balloon animal? A birthday cake or how about a-"

*BOOM*
*SQUEAK*
*POP*
Come on everypony smile smile smile

It was glorious. Pink paint blinds the metal lizard, knocks Blade on 'Smile' was playing on repeat and, of course, there was a LOT of-

"Confetti! It was CONFETTI! You're really bad at this game."

"Charge, team!"

Bronzus, Stronghold and Rubble use their combined strengths to tackle the dragon to the ground.

"Guys, it's not hug time yet!"

Suddenly, a sword slices the very tip of PP's mane off.

"Let's play a game."

"Yah! Now you're getting it! What is it?!"

"Tag, and you're IT!"

Another sword grazed her muzzle.

"Well, you better start RUNNING! Hyaaa!" she says pulling out her mallets.

The two rush at each other in a cinematic fashion so epic, I don't have the time, money and patience to animate it and have lesser known ~~people~~ ponies halfassedly narrate it.

Like me...

The battle between two legendary individuals, whose skills are the stuff of legend, was a legendary confrontation that will last-

*SHING*
"Oh, cupcakes."

For ten seconds. Eleven, tops.

But that's what happens when you use RUBBER mallets instead of viable weapons against sharp steel.

"I wanted to be SPONTANEOUS!!!"

"Who is she talking to?"

The whole Z-Force stop their assault on the dragon and turn their attention to Blade.

"She's Pinkie-Pool."

"We don't question her..."

"EVER."

"Oh, so NOW they get it?!"

"That's right! I can take you down with just a cup of water." she says holding said cup.

"And just how do you do that?"

"Like THIS!"

PP splashes water into her opponent's face pulls a comically huge boxing glove out of thin air and uppercuts him in the wall.

"Hay-douken!!!"

The enraged stallion recovers and decides to spice things up a bit.

"This next one's gonna BLOW your mind!" he states.

"Hey, I do the puns! You- WHOA!"

She's interrupted by an oncoming BOMB!

Woah, woah woah, wait a minute. You can't use that kinda stuff, guy!

"Well why the buck not?!"

Pinkie points to the ceiling. There, Blade spots the problem.

TV-Y

"Oh. Well if you just add a '7' on there, everything'd be fine."

Sorry. Have to live with it.

"He's right."

The Z-Force and even the dragon nod in agreement before continuing to kick each other's flank.

*groan* "Fine! Turning somepony into stone and shattering them is foal-friendly but bombs that haven't caused harm yet? Blasphemous. But what the one I just threw a minute ago?"

"I don't know, where is it anyway? And who's cupcakes are burning?"

Um, yours.

"Oh no."

Suddenly, Pinkie starts writing in a book and the bomb freezes where it stands, the fuse a centimeter away from going off.

"Okay, what was that?"

"The script, silly!"

"The wha?"

Soon, Reflecto staggers in.

"Hey team. Did you stop Blade ye-"

"And then the bomb attatches itself to Reflecto because he's SUPER magnetic and SUPER annoying!" she says scribbling on the pages.

"I resent that!"

The bomb levitates high and sticks to the stallion.

"Pinkie!" Bronzus protests.

"Just kidding! Mostly. It instead fades from existence." she adds.

*POOF*

"While that's all fine and dandy, we do have a legendary battle to continue. What weapon can I use that is AWESOME, effective and 'foal-friendly'?"

"I GOT IT!!!"

Pinkie starts writing in the script ferociously and soon whoopie cushions and water balloons replace all the explosives strapped to his barrel.

"Ugh, enough of this nonsense! You're so ANNOYING! Dragon, here!"

The mecha-dragon tosses the super team aside and slinks to its master.

"Not so fast beast!"

Reflecto uses all the magnetic energy hoohaw he could and knocks the dragon through the wall and off the cliff of the mansion.

"It's no use! The thing's skin is made of pure adequatium."

"Super durable. I took EXTRA precautions to ensure your defeat, but obviously didn't work out well. But I WILL find that crystal's around here somewhere."

"Um, could it be behind that paint-covered door labeled 'Top Secret'?" she points out.

"PINKIE!!!"

Blade spots the door and facehoofs himself.

"Seriously, dude? Out of ALL the things you've demolished, you didn't think once to try that?! *sigh* This is getting out of hoof, I'll do this myself."

"Pink, what are you doing?!"

The unrealistically oblivious Blade trots towards the door.

"I'm serious, henchpony season is terrible this year! You can never find good help around he-"

Opening the door, he sees a pair of giant metal wings displayed on the wall.

"W-What is this piece of junk?!"

Pinkie reveals a red button.

"Thank you for flying Air Pool! And remember to SMILE!!!"

The wings begin to flap erratically, bouncing against the walls before colliding with Blade sending flying out of the hole in the wall and into the horizon.

"Three...two...one..."

"I'LL GET YOU, PONKO POOOOOL!!!"

"The name...is Pinkie Pool!"

"Right on cue."
"Let's do it again!"

"Went for the wings. Impressive." Rubble says.

"Although, where'd you get the remote? Unless..."

Bronzus frowns.

"So YOU'RE the one! We should've known.

Pinkie chuckles nervously.

"It may have been a small miniscule tiny little itty bitty bit of a prank. But, if you REEEEEALLY think about, having a pair of unstable prototype wings wreaking havoc on a daily basis is pretty funny."

The team gives her disapproving looks.

"Oh come on, you can't completely blame me! I'm still a little peeved mad at Timberwolverine for replacing me with a goofball who can't talk!"

Ugh. We're still trying to blow past that."

"Tried to tell 'em. Making her silent was a terrible move." Reflecto retorts.

"Can we all just agree that she was better than the Fanatic Four?"

Everypony shudders at the mere mention of the name.

Out of nowhere, the dragon crawls it's way back into the room.

"AH, CELEBRATE!!!" she screams as she tosses a Celebrationator down the beast's throat.

The dragon revs up for a fire blast until-

*BOOM*
*SQUEAK*
*POP*
Come on everypony smile smile smile

Instead of scalding hot flames, confetti, paint and glitter leak out of its mouth.

Reacting on instincts, Pinkie reaches for the script.

"'And then the Celebrationator's effects turns the scary dragon into a good guy, because that's what happens in this world: rushed redemption.'"

Soon, the beast smiles as its color changes from dreary silver to baby blue. It turns its attention to Reflecto.

"Don't. Even. Think about-"

*SLUUUURRRP*

"Ugh, my mouth was open!"

"I'm gonna call him...Dragonflap!"
"Genius. Absolutely genius."
"Eh, memorable enough."

"How long it'd took you to come up with that?"

"JUST NOW, YAH!!!"

"I'd say your first mission is a success, PP."

"Does that mean...? she asks expectantly.

*sigh* "Yes, we can have a party."

"WOO! I think I can get used to this Z-Force thing."