YOU PONIES ARE LUCKY IDIOTS!

The Storm King's Airship flowed through the air, pushing past clouds and the occasional bird that smacked into the windshield as it approached Canterlot.

"Soon, I will be the most powerful being in all of Equestria!" The Storm King bellowed from the depths of his ships. "I'll crush those stupid, wimpy little ponies under my paws," the simian creature said gleefully. Tempest Shadow rolled her eyes.

"How many times has he said that," Tempest asked rhetorically with quiet exasperation.

"198 times," Grubber said cheerfully, gesturing to tally marks on the wall.

"Thank you, Grubber," Tempest said with annoyance while rubbing her temple with her hoof. The squeal was let out, signaling that an announcement was coming through the intercom.

"Storm King forces, we shall reach Canterlot within 30 minutes. Prepare your weapons, put on your armor, and remember to leave your carry on luggage in the overhead compartment." The various soldiers began packing their things and preparing their weapons.

"Your highness," Tempest said, prostrating herself before the King, "Are you sure about this?"

"About what?" Storm King said.

"Marching into the capital when all the ponies are present," Tempest said with a mixture of urgency and frustration.

"What are you taking about," Storm King said with disbelief. "It is the best plan any creature could ever come up with. Ever."

"But all the Royal Guards, Princesses, and the Bearers of the Elements are present," Tempest said. "Are you sure our forces can stand up to all of that? Especially if go right up to them demanding surrender?"

"Of course," Storm King said. "They are just a bunch of dumb ponies. What can they do? Actually resist an invasion? Now let's stop a worryin' and start invading."

"Yes sir," Tempest said, her fears immediately to rest. "It can't possibly fail," the purple pony said, her voice salivating at the prospect of regaining her lost horn, never minding the fact that she achieved prosperity and wealth without it. It was the principle of the matter that counted. She was putting on her armor when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who could be knocking on the doo when we're airborne," the Storm King asked with mild confusion.

"A Pegasus," Grubber said helpfully.

"Oh right," Storm King said with some annoyance. "Tempest," the Storm King ordered.

"Yes sir," Tempest said, trotting over to the door. She opened it, and in flew some weird grey Pegasus. The Pegasus had a blond mane, a cutie mark with bubbles, walleyes, and a dopey smile.

"What business have you, Pony," the Storm King growled. The grey mare didn't look remotely afraid of the Storm King, still smiling.

"Are you Marion S. King?" the Pegasus asked the King happily. The Storm King frowned in annoyance.

"Wait, your name is Marion?" Grubber asked.

"Yes," the Storm King said with some anger. Grubber fell to the ground in fits of laughter, much to the exasperation of the Storm King. The other guards also chuckled, while Tempest let a devious grin form on her muzzle. The Pegasus pulled a yellow envelope out of her saddlebag.

"Are you Marion S. King?" the Pegasus repeated.

"I just said my name is Marion," the Storm King said with frustration.

"Are you Marion S. King?" Pegasus.

"YES!" The Storm King bellowed. "I am Marion S. King!"

"Congratulations Marion S. King, you have a special delivery, "The Pegasus said, tearing the letter open with her teeth. "Dear Marion S. King, if you don't remove your airship out of the no-fly zone within the next 5 minutes, we of the Equestrian Air Force are prepared to respond with force. Please heed our warning-," The Storm King jumped in front of the mare in a rage.

"You think you can threaten me," the Storm King asked, holding his staff high. "I have laid waste to numerous kingdoms. Your little puny pony world is nothing compared to my power!"

"-or we shall destroy your airship at your expense," the Pegasus said, still reading the letter. "Love, Commander Spitfire."

"Tell your pathetic Commander that she'll be my slave within the next," the Storm King said paused as he mulled over his response, four minutes."

"OK Dokey, bacon smokey," the grey mare said happily. "I will let her know." The Pegasus pulled out some form. "Can you just sign right here?"

"Sure," the Storm King said politely. Pulling out a pen he signed it. "Have a good day," the Storm King said.

"You too," the grey mare said and flew out of the airship.

"I knew that mare would chicken out," the Storm King said with maniacal glee. "Soon, all of Equestria will-,"

"Sir," one of the guards said. "There is something flying toward us."

"What, that same dumb mare," the Storm King said dismissively.

"No, it is some weird rocket thing," the guard said. "Its all pointy and fast."

"Probably some fireworks celebrating my-" a blast went off. In an instant, the Storm King and most of his minions were vaporized, the hull was destroyed, and the airship began dipping, having lost all maneuverability

Tempest and Grubber held on to dear life as their ship plummeted toward the ground, spinning around.

"Grubber," Tempest said longingly. "There is something I've always wanted to tell you, but never had the courage to say."

"Yeah," Grubber said.

"You are the worst sidekick ever."

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me," Grubber said with happy tears.

The ship crashed into the forest with a fiery explosion. Spitfire looked at the flaming wreck with no small amount of joy.

"Now that's what I call Special Delivery," Spitfire said, proudly holding up her bazooka as if it were a mighty sword.