We are the Silence

by Deltazero

Rating: teen
Tags: Spike, Adventure, Crossover, Sweetie Belle, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other
Length: 4784

Crossover between Doctor Who and MLP, featuring a certain villain that... I can't quite remember.

A crossover with Doctor Who! For some unknown reason, everypony is doing strange things that they normally wouldn't be doing. Twilight starts building a rocket, Rarity starts making armor, and Pinkie Pie becomes a weapons manufacturer. Nopony can account for their actions, and they all want to stop. Yet, there is some strange force... a voice... a suggestion... that is creeping into their minds, telling them to keep working. If only they could remember who told them that...

Published 2012-08-13 07:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-14 22:18:28 UTC

Rocket

Chapter 1: Rocket

The weather in Ponyville today was simply marvelous today. The birds were singing, a calming breeze was blowing through, the sun was shining overhead, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. On any other day as beautiful as this, most ponies would be sitting outside at a café table, talking about the latest gossip, or playing some sort of outdoor sport. However, something else was catching the eyes of the citizens of Ponyville today.

Twilight Sparkle, personal protegé of Princess Celestia, smartest and most talented unicorn in Ponyville (perhaps in all of Equestria), was happily trotting through Ponyville Square, headed towards her library home. But it wasn’t this cheery, young unicorn that everyone was staring at. It was the... thing... that was floating right behind her, being levitated by Twilight’s magic. Nopony had ever seen such a strange object before, and nopony could even begin to describe it. However, Twilight continued to go about her business, smiling happily as she walked down the streets of Ponyville, ignoring the curious stares of everypony around her.

She finally reached the large, hollowed-out tree situated near the edge of town that was her home. Using her front hoof, Twilight pushed the front doors and trotted in. The first thing she saw as she entered was the main library room, filled with thousands of books placed amongst hundreds of shelves. In the middle of the room a certain, purple dragon was sweeping up some dust on the floor with a dustpan and broom.

“Hey Twilight!” said Spike, as the purple unicorn entered their home. “I just finished cleaning the main room and it should be-” He stopped in mid-sentence, and the smiling face he was wearing just a second ago changed into one of confusion. “Um, Twilight...? Why is there a rocket engine outside our house?” Sure enough, a large, metallic, roughly cone-shaped object was sitting right in front of the library, as if it had been there all their lives and belonged there. It was far too big to fit through their front door, and about half the size of their house. A few ponies living near Twilight and Spike were sticking their heads out of the windows of their homes, wondering what this massive object was doing here.

“Oh! You actually know what it is?” remarked Twilight. “Everypony was staring at me today, as if they had no idea what a rocket engine was!” She walked across the main room and headed towards the door that led to their basement.

“Well, I don’t think anypony has ever seen a rocket before, let alone a rocket engine...” noted Spike. He stared at Twilight as she headed downstairs, looked outside at the rocket engine again, then quickly followed Twilight to the basement.

“I guess so,” thought Twilight, “but then how do you know what a rocket is?”

“You made me read that book entitled ‘Theoretical Travel Beyond the Stars’, remember?” said Spike, sighing with annoyance as he remembered how long and tedious that book had been.

“Actually, that’s just what I’ve been experimenting on recently,” said Twilight. She reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the basement, then flipped a nearby switch located on the wall. Immediately, light flooded the previously pitch-black room, revealing something that very few ponies could ever hope of seeing in real life.

“Is that... a rocket!?” asked Spike, as he joined Twilight.

“Correct!” cheered Twilight. “A+ for you today!” Spike didn’t seem to care much about his imaginary grade of the day.

“H-how did this rocket get here? And how’d the basement get so big!?” demanded Spike, as he suddenly realized that the ground he and Twilight were standing on, which was once the floor of the basement, was now just a small ridge. This ridge ran right around the rocket, which was so big Spike guessed that even if he cloned himself a hundred times his clones wouldn’t be able to reach around the circumference of the rocket. Peering down, Spike saw that the rocket was pretty tall, too. At the ledge he and Twilight were standing at, the tip of the rocket was right in front of them. Down below, the bottom of the hole seemed miles away from where they were.

“I dug a pit in our basement to create a rocket base,” explained Twilight, “and I’ve been working on this rocket for almost a year now.”

“When did you get all this stuff? I never noticed you building this before!”

“Remember that time travel spell I learned back when my future self visited me?” asked Twilight. “Well, I studied some more and refined it so that I can use it multiple times and stay in the past for as long as I want! I would go back into the past, purchase some parts, then teleport back to the house with them. I would spend a few hours working on the rocket, then stop once I reached the present again. So it would seem like I had been gone for only a few minutes, when really, I had been working underground for hours!”

“Impressive trick,” thought Spike, “but why did you have to bring that gigantic engine with you just now? Couldn’t you have teleported back here?”

“That engine is the main engine,” said Twilight. “The other engines were smaller and easier to teleport. But the main one is too big, and I couldn’t teleport it over. So I figured that I may as well carry it with me normally.”

“But I bet you sparked a lot of attention outside. Wouldn’t ponies be investigating our house now?”

“Well it’s alright, the main engine is the last part to put in!” said Twilight. “By the time ponies begin to flood our house, this rocket will be UP, UP, AND AWAY!!” Twilight shouted that last part rather loudly, and her voice echoed throughout the underground rocket base.

“So, you intend on flying to outer space?” questioned Spike.

“Well I don’t know,” shrugged Twilight. “I guess I’m just testing to see if it’s possible to make a rocket that can escape the planet’s atmosphere. Space travel will have to come later.”

“But you never seemed that interested in rockets and such before,” noted Spike. “Your special talent is magic, isn’t it? After all, your cutie mark isn’t a rocket.”

“Yeah, but-”

“And couldn’t you just make a spell that creates a bubble that contains air, shields you from the sun, keeps you warm while up in space, and reduces the effect gravity has on you?” asked Spike.

Twilight just stood there, staring at her friend. Two things shocked her. One was that Spike, whose intelligence was average but not exceptional, gave Twilight a concept even she never thought of before. The other was that Spike’s questions didn’t really have a good answer. He was right; since when had she become so obsessed about rockets? She had read books about rockets before when she was little, but her interest in them only went so far as to playing with toy rockets. Never had she actually dreamt of building a rocket before. Her interests and dreams had always been in magic. So why was she building a rocket?

“Well anyways, I don’t want to distract you from your work. I’ll be upstairs, making some snacks for us, okay?” said Spike. With that, he began climbing the stairs again, and left Twilight alone in the basement.

Twilight walked over to a control panel covered with blinking lights, mysterious buttons and levers, and flashing screens. She pressed a few controls, and the ceiling above her began to split in two. Slowly, sunlight from above managed to slip in between the growing crack, illuminating the basement even more. The ceiling finished retreating, revealing a large hole in the ground right next to the library. Several onlookers outside began running away, as if the hole would continue to expand and engulf them.

The purple unicorn teleported herself outside, next to the rocket engine that was still sitting in front of her doorstep. Using her magic, she levitated the machinery and suspended it above the hole leading to the underground cavern. Very carefully, she lowered it into the ground, letting it sink slowly down the hole. Finally, after about a minute, the engine reached the floor at the very bottom, and Twilight deactivated her telekinetic grip on the engine. Quickly, she teleported back inside and began closing the hangar doors above.

Twilight began the ascent back up to the main room in the library. When she got there, Spike had already finished preparing a couple snacks that consisted of tea and cupcakes. The refreshments sat on the main table, looking rather appealing and alluring to Twilight. After all, she had just dragged a rocket engine across Ponyville. She quickly sat down in front of the table and began devouring the cupcakes. Spike soon came over from one of the side rooms and began pouring tea for the two of them. Twilight levitated her tea cup and took a sip, then turned to Spike.

“Spike,” said Twilight, “why am I building a rocket?”

“You said you wanted to see if-” began Spike.

“Yeah, I know what I said,” interrupted Twilight, “but I’ve never been so interested in rockets that I would want to build one!”

“Well rockets are related to science, and all of Equestria knows how devoted you are to science,” reasoned Spike. “You’re so into science that I bet if you weren’t a unicorn, you’d still be the smartest pony ever!”

Twilight blushed at the praise. “Thanks Spike, but that doesn’t explain anything. I mean, sure I’m interested in science, but it doesn’t mean I’m doing every science project possible. In fact, building rockets would probably be the last project I’d take on!”

“Whatever the reason, it doesn’t really matter. You’re building a rocket.”

“Now that I think about it, I’d probably get arrested for making a rocket without the government’s permission!” thought Twilight.

“Probably,” said Spike. “So if you knew you could’ve potentially gotten into trouble with the government, why did you build the rocket in the first place?”

“I have no idea,” said Twilight, “but this project should come to a halt. Even though it’s so close to being completed, I’d rather not go to jail or get fined millions of bits.”

“Well, whatever works for you,” said Spike.

“I better write a letter to Princess Celestia soon,” thought Twilight.

YOU WILL NOT WRITE THE LETTER.

Twilight and Spike gasped at the sudden third voice that had sounded. The two of them quickly turned to face the source of the voice. In the corner of the main room stood one of the strangest, scariest, and creepiest ponies they had ever seen. The pony’s entire skin was pale, all hair on its body completely gone. It also had no mane upon its head, which was slightly elongated upwards, making the pony several inches taller than an average pony. It had eyes, but they were sunken deep in their sockets, and its mouth was nonexistent.

“W-who are you!?” stuttered Twilight.

WE ARE THE SILENCE. The creature, despite having no mouth, spoke slowly in an unnaturally low and guttural voice. Even though it wasn’t shouting, its ghastly appearance and menacing voice scared Twilight and Spike silly.

“W-what d-do you w-want?” asked Spike, also stuttering.

YOU WILL CONTINUE THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE ROCKET, demanded the creature.

“Why!? So I can get myself arrested or something!?” shouted Twilight. “Well tough luck! I am going to dismantle the rocket right now! Come on Spike!” She motioned the dragon to follow her back down to the basement. Quickly, they ran towards the door leading to the rocket base.

Twilight and Spike suddenly stopped in front of the door. “Wait, what are we doing here?” asked Spike to Twilight.

“No idea,” said Twilight. “I... remember we were eating our snacks, and then I said something about getting in trouble with the government.”

“Oh yeah,” remembered Spike. “We were going to go downstairs and dismantle the rocket.”

“Yeah, but all of a sudden, I have the feeling that I should continue constructing the rocket,” thought Twilight.

“Me too,” said Spike. “I don’t know anything about rockets, but right now, I feel like building something!”

“Same, but we really should dismantle that rocket,” sighed Twilight. “We could get into serious trouble with the government. I better write a letter to Princess Celestia to ask for the government’s to build this thing.”

YOU WILL NOT WRITE THE LETTER.

Twilight and Spike gasped at the sudden third voice that had sounded. The two of them quickly turned to face the source of the voice. In the corner of the main room stood one of the strangest, scariest, and creepiest ponies they had ever seen. The pony’s entire skin was pale, all hair on its body completely gone. It also had no mane upon its head, which was slightly elongated upwards, making the pony several inches taller than an average pony. It had eyes, but they were sunken deep in their sockets, and its mouth was nonexistent.

“W-who are you!?” stuttered Twilight.

WE ARE THE SILENCE. The creature, despite having no mouth, spoke slowly in an unnaturally low and guttural voice. Even though it wasn’t shouting, its ghastly appearance and menacing voice scared Twilight and Spike silly.

“W-what d-do you w-want?” asked Spike, also stuttering.

YOU WILL CONTINUE THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE ROCKET, demanded the creature.

“Why!? So I can get myself arrested or something!?” shouted Twilight. “Well tough luck! I am going to dismantle the rocket right... now...” Twilight’s sentence trailed off, and the fear in her eyes suddenly became confusion. “Wait, haven’t I said that before?”

“S-said what?” asked Spike, still staring at the creature with fear.

“This whole situation has happened before, hasn’t it?” asked Twilight, addressing the creature. “I can’t fully remember it, but I have this feeling of déjà vu.” The creature stood silently in the corner, staring at the unicorn.

“I’ve seen you before, too!” added Twilight. “I’ve seen you so many times before, haven’t I? I remember meeting you, and yet... I don’t.”

YOU WILL FINISH BUILDING THE ROCKET, replied the creature unhelpfully.

“N-no! I can’t! I must stop building!” Twilight quickly turned around to head to the basement door, Spike following her.

The two of them stopped in their tracks. “What are we doing...?” asked Twilight.

“We were having our snack just now, right?” said Spike.

“Right, right,” said Twilight, nodding slowly. “Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut our snack time short, Spike. I have to complete that rocket.”

“Good luck!” cheered Spike, as Twilight headed downstairs.

Armor and Weapons

Usually, Carousel Boutique was a quiet place. Even though clothes and dresses were being made there everyday, the soft humming of a sewing machine, the snips made by scissors, and the scribbling of pencils were almost inaudible. In addition, few ponies visited the store on a daily basis, since the clothes sold there were primarily for more formal events. Today, however, was a bit different.

Outside the store, several ponies were lining up in front of the boutique. The line, in fact, was so long that it stretched all the way to Town Hall. But even the ponies in the far back could hear the abnormally loud noises coming from Carousel Boutique. The sounds of heavy machinery, power tools, and clinking metals screamed and screeched from the shop, the ground shaking slightly as if it were afraid of the noises. Clouds of black smoke also rose up from several chimneys on the roof, partially blocking out Celestia's sun up above.

Inside Carousel Boutique, odd machines and zipping conveyor belts were stationed all over the store. All the fancy dresses that used to be manufactured here were gone, replaced with heavy suits of armor and helmets.

Rarity grabbed a helmet off a conveyor belt and placed it on a nearby mannequin. The helmet bore a striking resemblance to the helmets used by the Royal Guard in Canterlot. Ah, perfect! she thought to herself. She removed the helmet then approached a customer that was waiting by the front desk.

"Here you are, sir!" cheered Rarity. "I believe it shall go nicely with your armor." The colt took the helmet and placed it upon his head.

"It fits pretty well," said the colt. "Thank you very much." He turned around and left the store, while another pony behind him came up to the front desk.

"Hello ma'am!" said Rarity. "I'll need to quickly take your measurements before suiting you up, okay?" The mare nodded and followed Rarity into the next room over.

"Let's see here..." Rarity took out a measuring tape, and began measuring several parts of her customer. The length of her legs, the size of her head, the length of her body, etc. As she did this, she took several notes down on a pad of notepaper, which Rarity was suspending in midair with her magic.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Rarity, as she finished taking down her notes. "You may wait outside in the main room. I'll get your armor!"

"Thanks, Rarity," said the mare, smiling. The mare trotted out of the room while Rarity went upstairs. The top floor was also filled with machines, most of which were steaming with hot metals inside, waiting to be shaped into a certain form. Machines next to them were extracting the hot ores and molding them.

"Sweetie Belle!" called Rarity. Immediately, a small filly popped out from behind one of the machines. She was covered in soot from head to hoof. She was also wearing a mask on her head, to prevent herself from breathing in too much smoke and her eyes from getting damaged.

"Yes, Rarity?" asked Sweetie Belle in a muffled voice.

"12, 14, 10, 7, 3," said Rarity. Sweetie Belle quickly ran over to a chart, which was a key to help convert these measurements into the size and shape the armor would have to be.

"Okay, Rarity, I'm on it!" said Sweetie Belle, running over to a control pannel. She pressed buttons and pulled levers, and immediately, the machines began to create a new set of armor.

Rarity began walking down the stairs to wait for the armor to be delivered down to her. In the meantime, she would begin taking the measurements of her next customer. Armor sure was hard to make, but the feeling Rarity got every time she successfully created a set for one of her customers was satisfying and made her happy.

... Armor? thought Rarity to herself. I'm a fashionista! I'm supposed to be making dresses! Beautiful, beautiful dresses! So why am I making armor, of all things? Rarity thought deeply about this. Why was she making armor instead of dresses? And why were ponies buying her armor? There wasn't a war going on, nor were there any major political disputes between Equestria and the other nations of the world.

Deeply troubled by this, Rarity went back upstairs. Sweetie Belle was still there, waiting for the armor to be completed.

"Um, Sweetie Belle?" asked Rarity. Her sister turned around.

"Yeah, sis?"

"Why are we making armor?"

"Huh? What a silly question!" laughed Sweetie Belle. "We're making armor because..." She stopped laughing. "Uh... we're doing it because... um... because the... the..." She thought for a moment, tapping her hoof on her chin. "I dunno!"

"This is strange..." said Rarity, worried. "I'm going to Town Hall to ask Mayor Mare what's going on. I need a good explanation as to why we're making armor of all things."

"Can I come with you?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"No, you have to stay here and continue making the armor."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee?" begged Sweetie Belle. Rarity sighed.

"Okay, okay, but I'll have to tell the customers that we'll be closing for today," said Rarity. Sweetie Belle went over and quickly wiped off the soot on her body with a towel. Then she followed her sister, who was headed for the stairs.

YOU WILL NOT LEAVE.

Rarity and Sweetie Belle screamed as a hideous creature suddenly stepped out in front of them, coming up from the flight of stairs. It had an elongated head, sunken eyes, and pale skin. It lacked a mane or any fur, nor did it have a mouth.

"W-who are you!?" shouted Rarity.

WE ARE THE SILENCE. said the creature in a dark tone.

"What do you want!?" yelled Sweetie Belle, her voice cracking a bit.

YOU WILL CONTINUE MAKING THE ARMOR. DO NOT LEAVE CAROUSEL BOUTIQUE UNTIL YOUR MISSION IS COMPLETE.

"M-mission?" asked Rarity. Sweetie Belle, deeply frightened, began stepping back away from the creature.

YOU WILL CONTINUE MAKING THE ARMOR. repeated the creature.

"Sweetie Belle! Do what I say and turn off the machines!" ordered Rarity.

"B-but the thing said to continue!"

"Just turn the machines-" Rarity turned around to face Sweetie Belle, looking away from the creature. Suddenly, her face, which was one of fear, became one of confusion. "Sweetie Belle? What are you doing?" Sweetie Belle was pressing several buttons on a nearby control panel, still looking at her sister and the creature behind her.

"Y-you told me to t-turn off the machines..." stuttered Sweetie Belle.

"Huh? Since when?" asked Rarity, speaking in a much calmer tone now.

"Just now!"

"No, I didn't." Rarity cocked her head to the side in confusion, while Sweetie Belle still stared in front of her, frightened by the creature.

"Anyways, I'm going to go downstairs and wait for you to finish the armor I just told you to make," said Rarity. She turned around to head for the stairs. As soon as she saw the creature behind her, she screamed again.

"W-who are you!? What do you want!?" yelled Rarity. This time, the creature just stood there silently.

"You said that already!" shouted Sweetie Belle to her sister. "Remember?"

"I didn't!" said Rarity, addressing her sister but still looking at the creature.

"R-rarity, I'm scared..." said Sweetie Belle, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sweetie Belle, it's okay, I'll protect-" Rarity turned around to face her sister, and again, her fear turned into confusion. Sweetie Belle just stared ahead, the tears now pouring out of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" asked Rarity.

"T-the creature is scaring me!" cried Sweetie Belle. "Please make it go away!"

"Sweetie Belle, what creature?"

"The one that is right behind you, and the one we've been talking to this whole time!!!" shouted Sweetie Belle. "Why can't you remember??" Rarity, still deeply confused, walked up to her sister and held out her front hoof.

"Here, Sweetie Belle, give your sister a hug. I don't know what's wrong with you, but if a hug will help, then hug me," said Rarity. Sweetie Belle ran away from her control panel and into Rarity's arms. She nuzzled her neck, tears still streaming down her cheeks. But as soon as she closed her eyes, she stopped crying.

"Wait..." said Sweetie Belle, confused. "Why am I crying...?"

"I was just asking you that."

"I feel like... I was scared by something..." thought Sweetie Belle.

"Well, obviously there's nothing to be afraid of, see?" Rarity turned around and looked around the entire room. The machines and conveyor belts were still continuing to do their jobs. The creature was nowhere in sight. Sweetie Belle looked around, too.

"I-I'm sorry, Rarity," apologized Sweetie Belle. "I probably just got scared by a shadow or something."

"Everyone gets frightened by something they think they see," said Rarity. "Just remember none of it is real, okay?"

"Okay," said Sweetie Belle, smiling. She turned around and went back to manufacturing the armor. Rarity went back downstairs to attend to her customers.

***

Carousel Boutique wasn't the only store that went through an extreme makeover. The colorful building that was Sugarcube Corner was completely gone, replaced by a massive factory, with smokestacks spewing out thick, black smoke, machinery running, and metals being forged into weapons. Outside, the cupcake sign that indicated it was Sugarcube Corner was replaced with one that read "Pinkie's Weapons". Sugarcube Corner was basically turned into a weapons factory.

Many ponies were also lined up in front of this shop. Some of them were wearing the armor made at Rarity's Carousel Boutique. Inside, a certain pink pony was handing out freshly-made knives and guns to some customers inside.

"Our new line of knives and guns have just been completed!" announced Pinkie Pie. "Plenty of weapons for everypony!" All the customers cheered at her announcement, and immediately ran up to the front desk to gather their weapons. Pinkie gave everypony the weapons they ordered, along with some complimentary bullets. She then reached over and rang a bell that was sitting on her desk.

Outside, Fluttershy was standing next to the front door. She heard the bell ring inside, and quickly flew up into the air, carrying a megaphone.

"Okay, next twenty customers may enter!" said Fluttershy through the megaphone. Despite the megaphone, however, Fluttershy's voice was still too quiet for anypony to hear. The customers waiting in line just stood there, talking to each other.

"Um... I said... next twenty customers!" repeated Fluttershy. Nopony moved. Fluttershy sighed and moved the megaphone away from her. But then she frowned.

If you get ignored, show them your roar! thought Fluttershy. She brought the megaphone to her mouth again.

"HEY! NEXT TWENTY PONIES! GET IN!" shouted Fluttershy. The crowd outside suddenly became quiet, and everypony looked up at her. Quickly, the first twenty ponies in line rushed through the front doors. Thank you, Iron Will, thought Fluttershy to herself, smirking.

With no more duties to perform outside for now, Fluttershy flew back into Pinkie's Weapons. She saw Pinkie taking down her customer's orders.

"Hey, Pinkie, how are sales going?" asked the yellow pegasus.

"Oh, they are fantastic!" cheered Pinkie happily. "So many ponies are buying from us that I may have to open up another store!"

"Well, if you do get another store, I could run it for you," suggested Fluttershy. "Um, well... if that's okay with you..." whispered Fluttershy.

"That's perfectly fine! Thanks for the extra help!" replied Pinkie. "By the way, can you pass me that basket full of knives?" She pointed to a basket, which was filled with several daggers and combat knives, located near the back corner of the room. Fluttershy nodded and flew over to the basket. As Fluttershy was about to pick up the basket, she heard a noise coming from the closet next to the basket. The noise sounded like a growl or a click. She looked up and opened the door.

"PINKIE! HELP! HELP!!!" Pinkie quickly looked over her shoulder, then ran to the source of Fluttershy's voice.

"What is it, Fluttershy? What-" Pinkie stopped mid-sentence, as she found herself face-to-face with one of the strangest ponies she had ever seen. The creature stared at Pinkie and Fluttershy, who was sitting right in front of Pinkie. Pinkie stared back at it.

Then she laughed.

"P-P-Pinkie! This is not the time to be laughing!" squeaked Fluttershy.

"Hahahaha! But look at it's face! It's bald!" laughed Pinkie. "Balder than Cranky Doodle Donkey!"

"Pinkie! Shhh!" hushed Fluttershy.

"Wait..." Pinkie walked up to the creature and suspended her face right in front of the creature's. Meanwhile, Fluttershy shivered behind Pinkie.

Pinkie laughed again.

"No mouth!" she yelled. "IT HAS NO MOUTH! HAHAHAHA! That's hilarious!"

YOU WILL KEEP MAKING THE WEAPONS, ordered the creature.

"W-weapons?" asked Fluttershy. "Wait, since when did we make weapons?"

"I dunno, but who cares! All I care about is this weird pony I've just met!" laughed the pink pony. "Hey, do you want to be my friend?" The creature just stared at her.

"T-this isn't safe! Pinkie, we have to get away from him! We also have to stop making weapons!" ordered Fluttershy. "Why were we even doing such a horrible thing in the first place!?" Fluttershy quickly ran behind Pinkie and grabbed her. Then, she dragged Pinkie away from the creature, who continued to stand there like a statue. Once the two mares looked away from it, however, they stopped in their tracks.

"Hmm..." thought Pinkie to herself. "My lungs ache a bit. That must mean I was laughing just now."

"But I don't remember you laughing just now..." said Fluttershy, cocking her head to the side.

"Yeah, me neither," replied Pinkie. Pinkie thought for a moment. "Oh well! Even if I don't remember doing it, a laugh is still a laugh. And laughing is healthy for you!"

Fluttershy smiled at her friend. "Yes, laughing is nice."

"Anyways, let's keep working!" cheered Pinkie. Fluttershy nodded and followed her friend back to the counter.