Rarity tried to open the gate, but discovered that it was locked.

"Rats! There has to be a way to open it. There always is," she said.

"Hey, look at this!" Pinkie said, pointing at the marquee. "It says, Now treating Artificial Personality Disorder."

"Sounds tasty. What's in it?" Max asked.

"Sam, there's an admission form right here on the side of the ticket booth!" Rarity said. "The symptoms include obsession with fame, violent reactions to hair styling, and an unconscious desire to marry one's mother."

"Forsooth!"

"You don't even know what that means, do you?" Sam asked.

"No, but it sounds all classically literate."

Rarity took one of the forms and gave it to Sam.

"I hate to say this, but we're going to have to fake this thing if we want in," she said.

"And the only person who can tell if we MIGHT have it is Sybil," Pinkie added.

"Well, guess we know what that means: we go back to the office," Sam said.

The four of them hopped into the DeSoto and drove back towards the office.

Once they arrived, they all got out of the car and headed inside Sybil's place.

"We're here, Dr. Pandemik!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"You're late for your appointment AGAIN, Pinkie," Sybil groaned.

"Sorry, I was just helping my friends try to catch a maniac."

"Whatever. Let's just put that behind us and get on with it."

"Not yet, doc. There's something else you might be able to help us with, first."

Sam laid the admission form on her desk and explained the symptoms of Artificial Personality Disorder to her.

"Hey, I know! I could psychoanalyze you!" Sybil said to Sam.

"Will this be painful?" Sam asked.

"Physically, no. Mentally, yes, but only if we do it right. Now, there are a couple of things we can try. We could take a look at some ink blots, we could try some free association, I could interpret your dreams for you..."

"Let's go with ink blots. How do they work?"

"And can we make them ourselves?" Max asked.

"It's easy -- I just show you some pictures, and you tell me what you say," Sybil explained. "Your responses can reveal things like obsessions, or... obsessions."

She reached inside her desk and grabbed a piece of paper with two symmetrical inkblots on it.

"Take a look at this and tell me what you see."

"Susan Lucci holding an Emmy," Sam responded.

"I see."

She took the paper away and replaced it with a different one, also with ink blots on it.

"Now, how about this one?"

"Pigeons on the marquee at Grauman's Chinese Theatre."

She removed the paper and replaced it with yet another ink blot test.

"And this?"

"An autograph written in Braille."

"Interesting."

She took the paper away and replaced it with a fourth one.

"Now this one. What do you see?"

"A cheering crowd of lanky albinos."

Yet again, Sybil took the paper away and replaced it with another ink blot test.

"And this one?"

"That blotchy thing a flashbulb does to your eyes."

Sybil took the card away and put it back into her desk.

"Is that all, darling?" Rarity asked.

"Yes. I always show my patients those five cards and that's it," Sybil responded. "And Sam's choices indicate and obsession with fame. That's one of the indicators of Artificial Personality Disorder. I better make a note on his chart."

Sybil checked the checkbox and made a note of Sam's fame obsession on the form.

"We should test you for the other symptoms of APD."

"Whatever you say, sawbones!" Sam joked.

"I'm not a sawbones, I'm a psychotherapist."

"Tomato, to-mah-to. Hey, I'm getting hungry," Max said.

"Do you ever shut up?!" Rarity snarled.

"No, not really."

"Quiet, knucklehead!" Sam said. "So, Sybil, what's free association like?"

"It's a test of your reactions to things in your life," she explained. "I say a word, and then you just say or do the first thing that comes into your head."

"Dance a samba, recite the alphabet, scream at the top of my lungs, that sort of thing?"

"Hmm. Interesting..."

"Have we started already?"

"No, but now we will. Ready?"

"Is that the word?"

"No, the word is tumbleweed."

"Promenade."

"Interesting. Now, try this one. Crown. Just do or say whatever comes naturally."

"Eucalyptus."

"I see... Comb."

Upon hearing that word, Sam got out his gun and made it looked like he was going to shoot Sybil.

"WHOA! DON'T SHOOT! VIOLENT REACTION! VIOLENT REACTION!"

"You should see him at Thanksgiving," Max chuckled.

"Hmm. Violent reaction to the word. Very interesting."

As soon as Sam put his weapon away, the free association test ended and Sybil marked the symptom on the form.

"Am I deranged?" Sam asked.

"I don't want to alarm you, but probably."

"Can I have your hat when they commit you?" Max asked.

"Sure, little buddy," Sam said with a smile. "So, Sybil, can you really learn anything from my grotesque, nonsensical dreams?"

"Oh, absolutely!" she exclaimed. "They reveal your subconscious -- it's like peeling an onion."

"Yowtch!"

"Now, just relax and try to remember your dream."

"Okay, here goes. Well, you see, my dreams always start in the office, but this time things were different."

"Mmmm. Yes. I can picture it. Tell me what happened."

"I remembered that I'd just gotten something from the bakery."

"For a celebration, perhaps? What did you get?"

"It was a wedding cake, ripe for the toppling."

"Oh, is somebody getting married, hmm?"

"I also realized that there was someone in the room with me."

"Oh, who was your special guest?"

"It was you, Sybil."

"Well, clearly, I represent your mother. Wait a second... wedding cake... your mother... you subconsciously want to marry your own mother!"

"Well, this is a blow."

"This is a definite symptom of Artificial Personality Disorder."

"Yes! I mean, I hope it's not serious."

"I better mark this on your chart."

And that's exactly what she did.

"Wow! It must be Artificial Personality Disorder! You've got all the signs! I bet I can get a paper out of this!"

"Best ship me off to some sort of home for former child stars, then."

"I've signed this admissions form, but you'll have to arrange your own transportation," she said, handing the form back to Sam. "Once I finish with Pinkie's appointment, I'm going to be really busy publishing the details of your case."

"Since you're crazy, can I drive?" Max asked.

"Jumping vehicular homicide, NO!" Sam panicked.

"Really, Max! With how unhinged you are, I wouldn't trust you to drive a golf cart!" Rarity said.

And with that, Sam, Max and Rarity walked out of Sybil's office, while Pinkie stayed behind.

"Now, are you ready?" Sybil asked as Pinkie sat down on the couch.

"Uh-huh."

"What do you want to try this time?"

"Dream interpretation. I've been having these crazy dreams lately."

"What kind of dreams?"

"I'm not sure. I'm in some weird medieval-like area with my friends, only we're not human. We look like... pony-human hybrids."

"Interesting..."

"And that's not the craziest part. Twilight's dog, Spike, isn't even a dog in my dream. He's a young dragon. And he's with this other dragon that has a firefly companion."

Sybil wrote down everything Pinkie said as she recalled her dream to her.

"Was there more to your dream?"

"Yeah. And this is the scary part. There was this scary-looking man wearing a blue robe. He had a scary-looking mask on and was carrying a sword that seemed otherworldly. He ran right towards us with the intent to kill."

"And then...?"

"And then I woke up."

"Hmm... this might be more than just a simple nightmare, Pinkie."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this may sound a bit irrational in the scientific sense, but I believe that this could be classified as a vision. Your brain is predicting something that's bound to happen sooner or later."

"What am I going to do? I-I-I-I-I don't want to worry my friends. I... I..."

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a car screeching to a stop outside. Pinkie jumped up and immediately ran outside.

"Hey, wait! We're not done!" Sybil exclaimed.

"Sorry, doc. I have a feeling that something's wrong," Pinkie explained.

And she was right. Sam entered Bosco's Inconvenience with the same crate that Whizzer was carrying earlier that day.

"What? What's happening?" Sam asked, unaware at what was going on.

As soon as he said that, a chill went up Pinkie's spine and she immediately start to shake violently. Her Pinkie Sense was going crazy. After about two minutes of that, Pinkie stopped shaking and breathed heavily from that experience.

"He's hypnotized!" she exclaimed.

Yes, it was true. Sam had been hypnotized. Despite that, he still had partial control over his actions. He knew had to de-hypnotize himself somehow. So, on his way out of the store, he grabbed the slice of cheese and placed in the crate. As soon as he got near the sensors, the alarm went off and a boxing gloves hit him on the head, knocking him out cold.

"I love that part," Bosco said with a smile.

Pinkie quickly ran inside and saw Sam unconscious on the floor.

"You can do it, Sam! Remember what Sybil told you. Destroy the intruder in your dreams!"

After a good while, Sam came to and was back to his normal self.

"Sam, are you all right? What happened?"

"I was merely the victim of your garden-variety video delivery hypnosis scheme."

"I know that! But what happened BEFORE you were hypnotized!"

"Before...? Well, while you were talking with Sybil, Max, Rarity, and I went to Brady Culture's home. The place was surprisingly empty. Then, Brady Culture himself showed up. Apparently he wants to mass-hypnotize everyone into being his fans for eternity. All because he hates the Soda Poppers for stealing his spotlight. Wait a minute! I just remembered! Right when he hypnotized me, Brady Culture kidnapped Rarity and my little buddy!"

"Then we've got a find a way to get 'em back! Lucky for me, my geode protects me from being hypnotized. But I think we're going to need some backup. And a device to keep you from getting hypnotized again."

As soon as she finished talking, the sound of someone snoring was heard behind the counter.

"Hey! Wake up!" Bosco said as he kicked someone.

"Ow!" a familiar voice exclaimed.

Just then, from behind the counter, emerged Pinkie's friend, Rainbow Dash.

"I can't believe I have to work the night shift this week just because my dad's friends with you," she yawned.

"Look, it's my store, all right? I make the rules. And I am your boss. So, try to stay awake for at least half an hour before I relieve you."

"Whatever. It's not like any of my friends are going to..."

Rainbow stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Pinkie's smiling face.

"Pinkie Pie?"

Pinkie ran up to Rainbow Dash and gave her a big hug.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was at my appointment with Sybil Pandemik earlier when I heard the sound of a DeSoto outside."

"You mean that old car that's parked by that one building down the way?"

"Yep! That's Sam's vehicle."

"Who's Sam?"

"I'm Sam," Sam responded.

"Whoa! A giant talking dog! That is so... so... awesome!"

Well, while they continued talking, Rarity, on the other hand, wasn't having the best of luck as she was being tied up to one side of the organ that Brady Culture had out. She was even gagged, as well. Max was tied up on the other side of the organ, as well.

"I don't know how you managed to not get hypnotized..." he started.

"Oh, that's easy for me. I'm too chaotic and unpredictable," Max responded.

"That still doesn't explain why it doesn't affect her!"

Rarity just gave Brady the hairy eyeball, showing that she was disgusted at him. Brady then noticed the geode on her necklace. He tried to take it, but ended up getting shocked with electricity by the geode itself.

"Ha, ha! Sucker!" Max laughed.

"You bitch! If I can't remove whatever it is you have around your neck, then I'll just have keep you hostage for all eternity!"

Rarity was now worried. She wondered if she would ever be able to see her friends or her sister, Sweetie Belle, ever again. Suddenly, the sound of a car screeching was heard outside the theatre. Before Brady could do anything, Sam, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash all walked inside. Rarity was shocked to see everyone together in an attempt to rescue her and Max.

"Hand over the hostages, Culture!" Sam demanded.

"THAT'S Brady Culture?!" Rainbow asked. "He looks like a washed-up has-been that's never seen the inside of hair salon!"

"Oh, he wouldn't be the first," Max said.

"The rabbit talked!"

"Name's Max. Nice to know you."

"Don't worry. He's a little crazy, but I assure you he's on our side," Pinkie said.

"Whatever you say, Pinkie. Let's just take this jerk down!"

"What's this, a rerun? Didn't we just see the dog-getting-hypnotized episode?" Brady groaned. "Well, if you really want to watch it again..."

Brady put on a pair of hypnosis goggles and fired a beam at Sam and the others. Thankfully for the group, they didn't work on them.

"Wha-?"

"Another triumph for skanky ingenuity and ordinary kitchenware. Give up, Culture! Your goose is cooked!" Sam exclaimed.

Suddenly, all three of the Soda Poppers joined in with the others and decided to help take down Brady Culture. Unfortunately, they weren't so lucky when it came to the hypnosis goggles, as they were hypnotized once again.

"Attack the dog!" Brady ordered.

Sam and the others leapt out of the way and realized that the only way to get to Brady Culture was to somehow trick the Soda Poppers into attacking Brady Culture. That was easier said than done, however, as every command they threw at them, Brady reinstated his original one of attacking them.

"This is getting us nowhere!" Rainbow worked as Pinkie thought hard.

"Wait! I've got it!" she exclaimed. "Worship... me!"

The Soda Poppers then started worshipping her as if she was some kind of deity. This made Brady jump up and down like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

"No! Me! Me! Worship me! You're my minions, mine!" Brady whined.

The Soda Poppers did as they were told and started worshipping him.

Pinkie wasn't finished. She still had one last trick up her sleeve.

"Attack... me!"

"No, me! Attack me! Me, me, me!"

Unfortunately, he realized his mistake a bit too late and the Soda Poppers immediately attacked him, ending his reign of terror. Rainbow Dash ran up to Rarity and freed her from the organ, as well as removing the gag from her mouth.

"Thank goodness you're here, Rainbow Dash. I was worried I'd never get out of here," Rarity said.

"Don't mention it," Rainbow replied.

Rarity leapt down from the stage and crushed the hypno-goggles that Brady Culture was wearing with her heel. As she did, Max de-hypnotized the Soda Poppers by knocking them out with his boxing glove.

"Another boot to the pasty ass of crime," Sam beamed. "Thank goodness this whole hypnotic mind control thing didn't go any further-- that could've been really annoying!"

Little did Sam realize that those words were about to bite him in the butt, because as the group was leaving the theatre, a television broadcast of a talk show called Myra! was on television. A guest on the show immediately got hypnotized by something that was out of the camera's focus. They didn't know it then, but instead of being done, the hypnosis scheme was just beginning.

Author's Note

These are the symptoms I got when I replayed the episode just recently. Yours, if you either have the original or the remaster, might differ from mine.

Also, for those who don't know, the inkblot test in the game has an official name: The Rorschach Test.

Finally, the scene where Brady gets shocked from Rarity's geode is a homage to the Wizard of Oz (1939). It's the scene where the Wicked Witch of the West tries to remove the ruby slippers from Dorothy in her castle. She ended up getting shocked from the slippers, due to Dorothy still being alive.