The Plounge gave me a horrible idea...
Pinkie pie galloped at full speed down the streets of ponyville. She was after her. The orange menace was after her. She had seen it in her dreams, scootaloo was creating a machine to mass produce pills made of pure radiation and sell them as a cute to cancer in order to kill off all of the unicorns. Also she was literally hitler.
Pinkie looked behind her and saw the little filly using her wings to propel her scooter down the street. Pinkie panicked and didn't notice the rock in front of her. She tripped and fell flat on her face. This was horrible. Scoota-hitler knew of pinkie's dream, and was obviously now going to kill her.
"Hey pinkie!" The orange pony said as she flew by. That didn't make any sense! Why didn't she make her explode with her laser vision?!? Why didn't she chop off her hooves with her diamond sharp machete?!? She had to take her chance to save a third of the population from the tyranny of scootaloo! She picked up the rock she had tripped on and hurled it at the filly's back, causing her to fall off the scooter and bounce onto the train tracks, unconscious. She heard a whistle blow, signaling an incoming train.
She smiled as the menace of the earth was wiped from existence. She was so happy she didn't notice the police ponies slamming her face into the ground, or her first ride in a police car, the trial, or her new home in a padded room. When she finally came down from the high of saving the world, the switch was being flipped.