Pinkie Pie Loves Birthdays

Pinkie Pie was at Carousel Boutique the next afternoon, trying on a dress for Rarity, when she remembered something. She proceeded to gasp a gasp comparable to the gasp she’d gasped when she’d first met Twilight Sparkle on that day long ago.

“OH MY GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING!!!!!!!!” she shrieked, shooting over to Rarity's telephone and not giving a single thought to the half-sewed dress, which fluttered calmly off her back and into its creator’s hooves.

“Rarity, can I make a phone call?” Pinkie asked.

“Er…yes, sweetie, go right ahead,” replied the rather flustered fashionista. The bouncy mare dialed a number and waited.

***

Rrrrring! Rrrrring!

Lyra picked up the phone. “Hello?” The voice that answered her was instantly recognizable and unmistakable. Pinkie.

“Hi Lyra! I’ve got some super duper awesome news to tell you!” The pink pony started talking so fast Lyra couldn’t even understand her.

“Wait! Stop! Slow down!” the turquoise unicorn exclaimed, secretly rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how anyone ever made sense of that mare.

The stream of speech stopped. “Whoops!” Pinkie giggled. “Sorry! I forget who I’m talking to when I’m on the phone sometimes.”

Then Lyra heard a muffled growling. “What was that!?” she cried in alarm.

There was another giggle. “Oh, don’t worry!” said Pinkie. “That was just my tummy. I’m rrreally hungry! Are you?”

“Uh…yes, kinda,” responded Lyra.

“Ooh! I’ve just had a dee-licious idea! We’re both hungry – how about we meet at Sugarcube Corner and I can tell you the super duper awesome news while we eat?”

“Uh…sure,” said Lyra.

“Great!” Pinkie cried. “See ya there!” Click.

“Hey Rarity, can I go meet a friend at Sugarcube Corner?” Pinkie asked.

“Um…sure, Pinkie, go right ahead,” the white unicorn answered, with a forced laugh.

“Thanks! Bye!” The pink pony boinged happily out of Carousel Boutique, humming cheerfully to herself.

Rarity looked down at the barely conceived dress in her hooves and sighed. She didn’t know why she had bothered to design a dress for Pinkie, not now, when the party-lover seemed more distracted than ever.

The purple-maned mare shook her head. It’ll get done eventually, she told herself unconvincingly as she laid the half-formed shell of what the dress could be on one of her foam models, to work on another day.

***

At Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie met up with Lyra. While they were waiting for their orders, Pinkie leaned over the table and staaaared into Lyra’s golden eyes.

“I know how to get to the human world,” she whispered theatrically.

Lyra gasped, almost falling out of her chair in her excitement. Her eyes widened and even her mane seemed to perk up.

“HUMANS!?”

And that was how Lyra learned to break the fourth wall.

THE END.