Batmare and the foal wonder!

Pipsqueaks' eyes slowly grew in wonder and shone with the light of a thousand suns, much like they would have if he had been given free reign of a toy store, or got his parents back. The Bat cave, with all its' wonder and glory, beckoned to the foal. Gadgets and weapons and vehicles of all kinds called out his name. The sheer enormity of it all boggled his little mind, what to use? Why not all of it?

A light blue unicorn mare, sharply dressed in a butler suit, trotted up next to the foal. "Is there a problem, master Pip?"

"It's all just so... so... beautiful! I just don't know where to stawt."

"Well, the first thing you should try and do is find out where Batmare is."

"Right! The Bat-puter will be able to tell us her location using the Bat-tracker."

"Right you are, sir, then you could use the Bat-cameras located throughout the city to try and get a visual."

"Great idea Alfalfa! Then I'll use the Bat-GPS to plot the fastest route to Batmares' location."

"Don't forget to wear a Bat-helmet when you take the Bat-cycle."

"But I wanted to take the Bat-car!"

"Don't be silly, you don't even have a driver's license."

"But Alfallllllffaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Don't you start with us, young colt! Do you want to go save Batmare or not?"

*sigh* "Yes..."

The rooftop party was in full swing. Of course, it had been in full swing for almost a week now. The building had slowly filled up with more and more ponies, and now the party had spilled out onto the streets. Some of the more adventurous partiers were starting to nose their way into the adjacent buildings that had previously been abandoned. It was clear that this would soon become a multi-rooftop party. A primarily pink pony poked her head over the precipice of the building to perceive the proceedings.

"Woo-hoo! Look Princess Luna, we've got a block party now!"

"How wonderful Happy Hatter, soon the fun will exponentially increase!"

"Um... Yeah! That's a good thing, right?"

"Of course my bestest friend, it's the best thing ever!"

"Oh, in that case YAY!"

The two mares seemed to take no notice of the police cordon further down the street. In fact, the Mare of Trotham had called in the Equestrian Guard. Pumpkin catapults mixed with policeponies in a three block radius of the parties epicenter. (In fact if one were so inclined they might call it Pinkies' policepony party perimeter.) If the two mares failed to notice that, they certainly didn't notice a small figure approaching the blockade on a bike with rubber bats randomly duct-taped to it. A tiny bell rang out from the bike as the figure neared.

"Make way, make way, I'm here to save the day!"

"Kid, you must be crazy, that party's dangerous!"

"I'm not just any 'kid', I'm Pipsqueak the Foal Wonder!"

The Equestrian guard looked the foal over, taking in the bright outfit, mirrored sunglasses and the rubber bats on the bike. "Ah, so Batmare has a plan, then? Finally!"

"Er... yeah, all part of Batmares' plan. So can I go in now?"

"I dunno kid, rumor has it the pink party pony has some kind of mind control reptile."

"I know, that's why I have the helmet." Pipsqueak proudly raised his bike helmet, (also adorned with rubber bats) showing off the tin foil cover it now included. "It's Batmares own mind-control proof coating!"

"Uhh... If you say so kid." With this the guard raised his hoof, signalling the others to allow the boisterous foal through. As Pipsqueak neared the precarious party, the guard shook his head. "Poor foal, always being used as bait... Still, it's a good strategy, let Batmare save the day while the bad pony's distracted."

As Pipsqueak drew closer to the party, the crowd of ponies grew thicker. Eventually, he had to dismount the Bat-cycle and chain it to a bike rack with a bat-lock. (Just a standard Mastercolt lock with rubber bat wings glued to it. In fact, almost everything with a Bat prefix was just a standard item with rubber bat wings affixed in some manner. With the exception of the Bat-Train, of course, they had tried to glue rubber bat wings to the Bat-Train, but they had just melted. The result was that it looked like the Bat-Train was shedding black tears of rage from nonexistent eye sockets. They never tried that again.) Pipsqueak shuddered a bit at the memory as he pushed his way through the crowd.

Soon Pipsqueak made it to the top of the staircase, the muffled sound of heavy bass filtered through the closed door to the roof. He took a deep breath, this was it, his moment to shine! He reared back and bucked the door open with all his might. Exposed before him was a scene of devastating debauchery the likes he had never before witnessed! Piles of passed-out ponies littered the dance floor, a plethora of others were straining to stay awake, barely able to moonwalk; and in the center of it all, his prized princess, accompanying what had to be the madpony behind all this mayhem.

"You!" Shouted Pipsqueak, pointing a trembling, accusing hoof at the offending pony.

"Me!" Answered the pink mare, smiling broadly and pointing to herself.

"You stole my favorite pwincess!"

"I didn't steal her silly, I invited her. She came here on her own!"

"You tricked her somehow, I know you did!"

"I don't know what you'reHYPNO-GATOR!!!"

"A-ha! So that's how you did it!"

"Bu-but, I hypno-gatored you..."

"I think this party has lasted long enough, it's definitely the longest running party in Trotham."

A change came over the pink pony, it was almost as if she had entered some kind of daze. The Happy Hatter vaguely waved a hoof, almost instantly the music stopped. The DJ issued a sigh of relief before collapsing from exhaustion. "Yeah, longest running is a new record... I always throw the best parties..."

Pipsqueak removed the earplugs from his ears. "That's right, besides, you have to stop this party before you start planning for the next one."

"The next party... of course..." The pink pony absentmindedly stroked her pet alligator as the sheen slowly faded from its' eyes.

The foal wonder removed his mind-control proof helmet as he continued. "Yes the next party, I bet it'll be even better than this one!"

The haze seemed to lift from the pink mares' countenance, but her mind was already somewhere else. "Omigosh, you're right! This party was great, but it could be soooooooooooooooooooooooooo much better! First I'll need some oatmeal, then some maracas and then I'll put the..."

The Happy Hatter continued to talk as she adopted a thousand mile stare. A suddenly alert Luna gazed at the scene around her as she shook off the exhaustion of the past few days. She saw a smiling foal staring at her admiringly, she returned the smile as she got up and trotted over.

"It would seem thou has bested my opponent for me, old chum."

"Aw shucks, Princess..." An embarrassed Pipsqueak traced some lines on the floor with his hoof.

Looking at the prattling pink pony Luna raised an eyebrow. "She sure does talk a lot."

Taking his cue, Pipsqueak smirked. "In fact, you might say..." finally the mirrored glasses came off, "she's a rambler!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!" The pink pony burst out. "Oatmeal? Am I crazy?"