Spoiled Rich had always disliked the Royal Sisters, especially Princess Luna. She was so mysterious, so strange, so unnatural. She had tried to bring eternal night twice, which was enough to make her terrified of the mare. Her guards... Well, they were just as strange. How did bat ponies even exist? Their leathery wings, their tufted ears, those glowing eyes, they made Spoiled Rich shiver with fear.

Still, she had to go to court and help her husband get a court date so they could Sue the Apples. They were behind with their rent. Again. Even those two stupid unicorns Flim and Flam could pay the rent on time if they lived at the orchard.

"Darling, we're ready," Filthy Rich said to his beloved wife. The Princesses had just lowered the sun and raised the moon together. It was time to see the wretched Princess of the Night. He led her through the castle to the throne room.

Princess Luna was perched on her throne like a bird on a branch: leaning forward, wings spread, ready to take off at a moment's notice. She clearly expected trouble. It troubled Spoiled Rich.

"Good evening, Mr and Mrs Rich," the princess greeted them. "Would you care to take a seat?" she asked, looking momentarily at the table and chairs that had been set up for the night's court meetings.

Spoiled Rich pulled a chair across and leapt onto it. A loud sound like a group of foals blowing raspberries followed. Princess Luna kept the corners of her mouth from tilting upwards; the bat ponies, however, burst into raucous laughter.

Spoiled stood up, and saw the edge of a red whoopee cushion sticking out from under the existing cushion. She glared at Princess Luna. "What is this lunacy?!" she shrieked.

"Please do not use such blasphemy in front of me. I believe that you have been conned at the hand of the Lunar Guard. The bat ponies like playing little jokes. However, they are such good guards at night that I cannot get rid of them. Do not worry. I told them that if they played another of their jokes on a civilian their pay would be cut, so this terrible deed will not go unpunished. Please continue."

Spoiled Rich stomped out of the throne room, muttering obscenities to herself.

The rest of the evening court sessions were rather quiet in comparison.

Author's Note

Yes, I used the whoopee cushion again, courtesy of the user Samurai-Arashi. Please start sending me evil pranks in the comments again. I need more ideas.