Batmare and the foal wonder!

Luna paced in front of the fireplace, the flames within burning almost as hot as the anger in her eyes.

"How could you just run off like that? What did I specifically ask you to do?"

Pipsqueak shrank even more, trying to dissolve into the carpet in shame. "To watch Polar Mare."

"And you took that as permission to just take off on a whim? Where exactly did you run off to?"

"N-nowhere, um, the garden! I-I made the rabbit promise not to take her anywhere while I was gone!"

Luna stopped her pacing to stare at her cohort in disbelief. "You didn't even make him promise to keep her there if she woke up? What if somepony else came and took her away? You realize that the police think I'm crazy now, right? Not to mention the unregistered wildlife fines and animal abuse charges!"

Pipsqueak pouted as his eyes began to water. "I'm... I'm sowwy, pwincess Luna."

"Don't you 'I'm sowwy' me buster! Now I'm going to go try and track down Polar Mare, and until I'm back you're grounded."

"Yes, pwincess."

Finally done with her tirade, princess Luna turned and stomped out of the room. Sighing glumly, Pip made his way down the hall to his bedchambers. As he settled in the milk crate, he gazed out the window in time to see Batmare take off into the night. Laying his head down, he slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep.

Alfalfa was panting as she bucked the door to Lunas' bedchamber open. She carried in her mouth the morning edition of the 'Trotham Globe'.

"Mithtreth Una, tewwible new-... mathter Fif, where ith Una?"

Quickly recovering from the shock caused by the sudden intrusion, Pip looked at the princess' bed. "I don't know, she never came back last night. What's going on?"

*P-tew* "We have a bad feeling about this." Alfalfa spoke ominously as she hooved the paper over to Pip. "Here, read this."

"Two-Tone escaped from prison?"

"That's not all, apparently, the Happy Hatter was never officially taken into custody! There's a record of her arrest, but she never showed up at the jail."

"That is bad, she's psycho!"

"There's more!"

"More!?"

"Mr. Cool escaped from his minimum security cell, as well! It's on page four."

"Oh, is that all? That's not so bad."

"Yeah, we guess not, but it does mean that every villain you and Batmare put behind bars is missing. This can't be a coincidence."

"Batmare... she might be in trouble, we have to warn her! But how?"

"We have just the thing! We installed a tracking device in Batmares' suit for just such an occasion, it records her location every ten minutes."

"I'm going to ignore for the moment the implications of why you would do that and accept this as a convenient plot device."

"Hee hee, you said 'plot'."

Deep in the bowels of Canterlot Mountain, a gathering of vile villains the likes of which had never before been seen was underway. Through labyrinthine passages and ancient doors they walked, slowly making their way to a secret meeting room. So enchanted with anti-spy spells no scrying could detect it, no listening spell could infiltrate it, the room had remained undetected for millenia.  Even mundane technologies could not penetrate the miles of rock and passages.

One by one the evil ponies entered the room, familiar faces all. Two-Tone, Polar Mare, the Happy Hatter, even Mr. Cool was somehow in attendance. They took their seats in the cramped confines, and collectively gasped in shock as the Jokemare herself strode in, grinning maniacally.

"Hello, my little ponies," she snickered sardonically as she slid the door shut. "I'm so glad you could all make it."

The zebra was the first to speak. "Your assistant broke me out of jail, she bade me come here with a stern voice. Of course I came, and without fail. It's not as if I had a choice."

"I- I couldn't do it on my own. I want to end Batmare so much, but... oh my poor babies, she microwaved them, right in front of me! Do you know how that feels?" The pure white pegasus broke down into sobs.

"Nopey dopey, I've never been microwaved before, I bet it's not very fun though! Hee-hee." The pink mare began to giggle.

"Mr. Cool thinks this meeting is a, heh, chill idea."

Trying to look serious, Jokmare spoke. "If you, ha-ha, make another joke like, hehehehe, that I'm gonna.... heh, to... haha, th' MOOOOOONNNN waaahaahahahahahahahaaaa!"

At this everypony burst out laughing, falling to the floor in fits of giggles, pounding the table in pure riotous mirth. Nopony had thought anything of the cooler Mr. Cool had brought in with him. It would seem confined spaces were at once his greatest strength and weakness. Slowly the ponies passed out as the room filled with dental grade nitrous oxide.

"Spike? Spiiiiiike!" The purple unicorn called.

The skittering of claws on hardwood floors could be heard as a small purple dragon scampered toward the voice. "T-Twilight? Oh my gosh, it is you! I was so worried, where have you been?" The baby dragon leapt to his charge, embracing her in a tight hug. "And why are you dressed like the court jester?" He pulled back and pointed at the costume.

"That's because I stole his clothes."

"Ah, I see- wait what?"

"And I'm not Twilight anymore, from now on call me Horseplay!"

"Hubawha? But Twi- er Horseplay, why the name change, and since when did you start stealing clothes?"

"Since princess Cele- I mean the Jokemare requested it. And I don't just steal clothes, I steal lots of things!"

"But stealing is wrong!"

"Not if its' by royal decree! Now pack your things, I need your help with something."

"Gee, I don't know Twilight."

"It's Horseplay, and aren't you supposed to be my number one assistant?"

"Well sure! But this just doesn't feel right."

"Aw c-mon, spikey wikey, who's my number one assistant, who's my brave little guy?"

"I- I am." Spike answered, blushing.

"I just can't do this on my own, Spike, won't you please help me? Pretty pleeeease?"

"I guess I can tag along..."

"Oh, thank you Spike! I couldn't do this without my big, strong, number one assistant helping, after all."

"Of course not! That's why you came to me after all. Um, what am I helping you with, again?"

"I'll explain on the way!"