Pink Screened

'Twas the knight before Saturday, when All through DHx, the sound of clicks echoed through the halls for an animator was hard at work. He was working hard through the night, but he was getting so tired he was losing his sight! He grabbed his coat cap, and cellphone too. For he was headed home were sweet rest awaited him. As he drove through th -- "HEY NARRATOR GUY!" a voice yelled out "What's goin on here?!?" That voice belonged to Miss pinkie pi -- "Why are you talking like that? You know what? I don't want to deal with you right now, I shall take my coat and leave. "He said as he stormed out!" Pinkie giggled at her imitation of Mr. Narrator. "Well I better head over to Twiligh..." Pinkie's voice faded. She was attempting to open the door but it didn't budge. "Hmm... Maybe its stuck!" She piped. Many loud clunks were made resulting in a confused Pinkie, and an un-opened door. "Wow... maybe the window!" She yelled. "URRRRG... AHHHRRRRG... AHHHHHHHHHHHG... Man this windows are stuck too! Man... this stinks" The pink pony whined as she sat down. "Well, at least I have cake!" A painful sounding clink was made. There stood Pinkie... and the cake. Actually Pinkie on the cake, the cake that was somehow so strong it could withstand even the chomper s of Pinkie Pie. "Man is it THAT stale...?"

The sound of doors opening reached the pony's ears as she perked up in excitement, maybe rescue! A few men entered dressed in black and wearing ski masks. "Hey!" Pinkie screamed, "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name? Why are you wearing masks?" One of them men took notice and took a look. Having no idea what this was, he pressed the off button on the monitor.

"Hey! Why did it get dark all the sudden? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllo?" Pinkie asked, rather confused. But she did not spend time her predicament, "Oh well, since its dark, might as well take a nap!" And that is what she did.