The door to the Ponyville library opened with a bang. Twilight Sparkle, a purple unicorn mare, rushed over the threshold into the library.
“Spike!” Twilight shouted. “Spike, where are you? You’d better not be cooking food with your magical fire breath again! The Princesses don’t enjoy being bombarded with food all the time!”
Twilight paced around the main floor, calling for Spike every few moments. Suddenly, a purple and green blur came thudding down the stairs, grunting at every step, eventually landing face-first into a pie placed on the floor.
*SPLAT*
Spike slowly got up off the floor, wiping whipping from his eyes.
“What the?” Spike said confusedly. “Who in Equestria put this poor, defenseless pie here?”
Spike wiped the filling off of his face and ate it. Smacking his lips and making a face, he responded,
“Gross! This is like a blend of lemon and chocolate pie!”
“Did somepony say PIE?” said Soarin’, who managed to somehow stick his head through the closed and locked door.
Twilight quickly levitated a broom and began to whack Soarin’ with it.
“Shoo! Go away! You aren’t part of the story!”
“Ok.” said Soarin’ dejectedly while pulling his head back through the door.
A corny, canned laughter emanated from nowhere. Twilight looked around in confusion as the laughter slowly trailed off.
“Right…” she said slowly. “Now that you’re down here Spike, I want to show you something.” She levitated a box over to her and pulled out a Night Mare Moon plush doll.
“Look!” she said excitedly, almost squeeing from happiness. “I had this specially made by a toy maker in Canterlot! You press the hoof, and it says phrases!”
She pushed the hoof.
“You little foal!” the toy exclaimed in a high-pitched, comical voice. “I will hug you!”
More fake laughter. Twilight and Spike both looked around in confusion.
“Where is that coming from?” Twilight yelled, frustratedly stamping her hooves on the ground adorably.
The invisible audience “aww’d” as Twilight grumbled grumpily.
Hearing a knock on the door, Twilight walked over to answer it when, suddenly, she was smooshed by the door violently swinging inwards, releasing a torrent of unicorn marching band members into her house. Groans and roars of laughter came from the invisible audience as the band marched around in a circle, playing “The Stars and Stripes Forever.”
“STOP!” Twilight yelled, waving her front hooves comically in the air. The marching band came to a screeching halt, a lone tuba letting out one final note.
“…Thank you.” she said, slightly annoyed. “Now, could somepony tell me WHAT in Equestria is going on?!”
“Wait…you mean that this ISN’T the parade?” asked a drum player.
“Well, does this LOOK like a parade to you?” Twilight asked through gritted teeth.
“…no…” the band members answered.
“There’s your answer. Now would you kindly GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Twilight shouted, jabbing her hoof at the open door.
The band members began to play as they marched out the door. Twilight quickly closed and locked it. She leaned against the door and groaned. The entire fiasco had left the library in shambles; books, papers, and confetti littered the floor.
“Oh, Celestia…Do you know how long it will take to RESHELVE all this?” she shouted to nopony in particular. “…Ugh…” she said, levitating several books and placing them on a clean shelf. “Sweet Celestia…I must be going crazy…” she turned to get more books when she saw Spike standing next to her with a bemused smile on his face. “Gah! For god’s sake! How long have you been standing there?”
“Uhh…Right here?” Spike replied. “Let’s go get some hay fries and daisy sandwiches. I hear Lauren likes them!”
Twilight quickly covered his mouth with her hoof before hissing,
“Quiet, Spike! We’re not supposed to remember that!”
“Sorry, I forgot.” Spike replied, embarrassed.
“It’s ok, but you’re right, we might as well as get something to eat.” Twilight said, levitating Spike with her magic and placing him on her back. “So,” she said. “Where would you like to eat?”
“How about that new restaurant that just opened up, the…uh…The Rusty Horseshoe!” Spike replied.
“Ok, Spike, are you ready?”
“Ready!”
And they disappeared in a flash of purple light.
Twilight and Spike rematerialized in front of a seedy, run-down building, that had a cracked and broken sigh that said, “Welcome to The Rusty Horseshoe.”
“Spike, are you sure you want to eat here?” Twilight said with an air of apprehension at eating at a place like this.
“Of course, Twilight. All my friends have been here and they say this place has the best daisy sandwiches and hay fries. It even rivals those in Canterlot! C’mon, Twilight! We have to eat here!” Spike said, practically begging.
Twilight thought for a moment before replying,
“Ok, Spike. Let’s go in.”
As they entered the establishment, Twilight was pleasantly surprised how nice the décor was. Beautiful glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, while brass candle holders lined the walls. Twilight walked up to the nearest table and sat down.
“Gee,” she said to Spike. “You know what they say, never judge a book by its cover. Or in our case, eating establishment.”
They had gotten their food and were happily tucking into it when a pony they had never seen before walked up to the stage.
“Ahem. Attention everypony, our entertainment for this evening will be Octavia with her Bazzini Maestro Cello, playing ‘Dance of the Goblins.’”
A pale gray pony with lavender eyes and a treble cleft cutie mark walked up the steps to her waiting cello, before sitting down and beginning to play.
“Such beautiful music.” said a male voice in Twilight’s ear. Twilight gasped and looked around, but nopony seemed to have heard the voice. She whipped around to see a male human standing there wearing a red and black tunic with gold pips on the collar.
“Twilight, haven’t you wondered why all that crazy stuff happed today? It was me.”
Twilight sat there, dumbfounded, a fork with some daisy sandwich levitating in midair.
“I see you are too shocked to speak, so let me introduce myself. I am the being known as Q. Before your Royal Deities came, I was the ruler of this world.” Seeing Twilight’s shocked expression, he continued, “Yes that was me. I was Discord, and I just wanted to have some fun. You see, I just pranked you because you’re on Punk’d!”
Twilight just sat there, a look of shock still on her face. Slowly, her face turned from shocked to a big grin.
The invisible crowd appeared and the restaurant dissolved to reveal a sound studio. Q, revealed to be a unicorn version of Aston Kutcher, gave Twilight a big hug and joined in with the laughing.
The crowd cheered as the camera panned away.
