Trixie and the Ponyville Prankstersby PartyCannonIncChaptersThe NoticeThe LetterThe First PrankThe DealThe NoticeTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Notice The Great and Powerful Trixie had a long day. She had managed to become the most powerful unicorn in Equestria and went into retirement in less than 24 hours. Trixie’s horn shined a light pink color, no longer tainted by the deep, blood red aura of the Alicorn Amulet. Fireworks exploded in the air, casting a rainbow colored light over Twilight Sparkle’s magic show. Said purple unicorn turned around and stared at the blue mare. “Trixie?” Trixie levitated her trademark hat onto her silver mane. “It’s the least I could do,” she said as she looked up at Twilight. “I treated you and your friends so horribly when I was wearing that Alicorn Amulet.” Trixie took a sudden interest to the ground. “I just couldn’t control myself. You can forgive me, can’t you?” She looked pleadingly up at Twilight. “Hmmmm… sure.” “Oh, good,” Trixie sighed. “Don't you think the Great and Apologetic Trixie is the most magnificent humble pony you've ever seen?” It was in this note that she left with a burst of pink clouds, falling flat on her face halfway out the roads of Ponyville. ~~~ Twilight walked down the road, smiling at the good weather. Rainbow Dash was high in the sky, a rainbow trailing behind her as she soared through the air, hitting clouds as she went. Applejack and the Cutie Mark Crusaders worked hard (at least one of them, so to speak) to sell Sweet Apple Acre’s fresh produce, which were obviously apples. Some of Ponyville’s more posh and pompous ponies trotted into Rarity’s boutique along with Cranky Doodle Donkey, who was hoping to buy another toupee. Twilight sighed. This is how Equestria should be every day, she thought to herself. Her purple hoof prodded the library door open. Inside, the interior of Golden Oak’s Library was dark instead of bright, and Twilight reached for the light switch. A second hoof got there before her. “Surprise!” Twilight jumped back, her saddlebag dropping onto the ground. She didn’t have time to fix it onto her back again, as she was met with confetti wind, custard rain, and a pink tornado. “Oh, silly me! I must've put the confetti in the oven and the cake in the confetti cannons! Again!” “PINKIE!!!” Twilight glared at the pink whirlwind. “Don’t you know why food is not allowed in libraries?” Pinkie grinned. “Oohh! A guessing game! I know! It’s because the tree will be jelly and reveal that it’s secretly part- changeling, and turn into a GINORMOUS cupcake, trapping our friends inside where we will drown in all the yummy deliciousness!” Twilight stared at her hyperactive friend. Out of all the things that she thought Pinkie might say, she said this. But, then again, this was Pinkie Pie. Twilight shook her head. “No, it’s because the books get dirty!” She levitated one of the books that was caught in the crossfire up to Pinkie (it was titled Slumber 101: All You've Ever Wanted to Know About Slumber Parties But Were Afraid to Ask). “Oh silly Twily! This is easy to fix!” Pinkie Pie stopped grinning and stared at Twilight, disappointment in her eyes. “And I thought that after all those years of living with Spike, you would know.” Twilight deadpanned at this, but didn’t have time to think as Pinkie was already calling out to a certain baby dragon. “Spike! Twilight needs your help!” Spike trudged down the steps, a blanket dragging behind him, his eyes half closed. When he finally rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, he said, “Wow. When I heard Pinkie was throwing a surprise party, I didn’t think I was gonna get this surprised.” Twilight frowned and glared at Pinkie, who was smiling. “How is he going to help clean up this?” she pointed at the pool of custard on the floor. “You’re such a silly filly, Twilight,” Pinkie exclaimed while bonking Twilight on the head. Using her free hoof, she tossed Spike the book and winked at him, mouthing, “icing.” Spike nodded at this while Twilight stared on, wondering what sort of secret (but fun) plan was going on here. In a second, Spike wrapped his super long tongue around the book, cleaning it of the custard while simultaneously rubbing his tummy. Twilight immediately remembered the time when Spike had done the same thing to himself one day. Twilight sighed. When it came to those two, she would take anything that worked. “You go do that Spike.” She turned to huff at innocent- looking Pinkie Pie. “I’m going to talk with Pinkie.” The two friends trotted into the East Wing. Twilight spoke first, which was unusual in itself when Pinkie Pie was around. “What was this ‘party’ all about?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm. “Well…” Pinkie Pie grabbed two pony figures that strangely resembled Twilight and herself. “I was going to have a Welcome to Ponyville party! But I couldn’t decide what to do.” She pulled out a spray can that was labeled ‘Defrizz Spray’ and used her hoof to push down on the nozzle. A light mist covered the Pinkie doll, and its mane immediately straightened. “So I went to you!” In a blink of an eye, the Pinkie doll’s mane was curled up and a total mess again, and she was now being pushed over to the Twilight figure. Twilight was still staring at the pony figures in curiosity. She then looked up at Pinkie, who was awaiting her response. “Okay…?” “Woo hoo!” Pinkie Pie launched into the air, fireworks rocketing behind her. “I am so happy!” Twilight waited for Pinkie to settle down. “The only question I have is who is this Welcome to Ponyville party for?” Pinkie gasped. “What? How could you not know! Oh, I thought I told everypony in Ponyville!” “Told everypony what?” Twilight yelled over Pinkie’s wailing. She covered her mouth in shock. But what came next surprised her even more than her outburst, even more than the custard incident. “Trixie is moving to Ponyville!” The LetterTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Letter “Oh, lighten up Twi! You’ve never been this nervous before!” Rainbow Dash protested. Twilight was pacing in circles, her mane a mess. Rarity would faint if she saw it right now. “Yeah Twily! Trixie’s really nice now, after we totally showed her what friendship can do!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I’m fine!” yelled Twilight Sparkle, her eye twitching. “Why do you think that I’m freaking out?” Yet another piece of her mane shot up straight. Pinkie and Rainbow exchanged glances. Just as Pinkie was going to answer, Twilight interrupted, “Don’t answer that.” She went back to pacing. Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle were waiting at the train station for the train from Canterlot for Trixie. The others couldn’t come. Applejack was too busy with the orchards, Fluttershy was taking care of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and Rarity was working overtime on her second project for Sapphire Shores. Twilight had asked Rainbow if she didn’t have work to do, but Rainbow Dash had nonchalantly answered, “Oh please. The guys on the team know that I can clear the sky in 10 seconds flat. It’s no biggy.” So here they were, one pacing around in circles, one pulling off loop-de-loops in the air, and one putting custard in the confetti cannon and confetti in the oven. They were easily the most annoying ponies who were waiting at the station, and the only reason nobody bothered them was because they were three of Elements, though Pinkie Pie may have gone on her own route with that. For more or less five minutes, the ponies waited, trying their hardest not to be worried (at least one of them was, in this case) until finally the Canterlot Train had arrived. And of course, the Great and Apologetic Trixie does not go to the back of the line to wait. No, she pushes and cuts to the front, saying ‘sorry’ all the way in a spiteful tone. Basically, Trixie was the first one out. And so the three ponies greeted her, taking half of Trixie’s bags and leaving the rest for the blue unicorn to levitate. However, Twilight had to carry another one for Pinkie Pie was just about to start her performance, much to the disappointment of the ponies behind Trixie. Pinkie pushed the Welcome Wagon and broke out into song: “Welcome welcome welcome A fine welcome to you Welcome welcome welcome I say how do you do? Welcome welcome welcome I say hip hip hurray Welcome welcome welcome To Ponyville today!” Trixie had no time to fake a clap, as the next moment she was hit by confetti and drowned in custard. The three ponies giggled. Twilight realized that she must have looked pretty funny in the library yesterday. Trixie was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing with the rest of them. The four ponies clutched their stomachs; eyes closed, and didn’t stop until a furious Bon Bon waved them away. In a pinch, a handkerchief popped into existence with a pink poof, and Trixie was soon clean and custard-free once more. Soon the four ponies (they were yet to be friends) started wandering through Ponyville, chatting as they went. Trixie sure was getting there. “That was sure a funny joke, Pinkie Pie!” exclaimed Trixie. She had been left in good spirits after Twilight had forgiven her. “Nuh- uh, it was an accident!” Pinkie replied, certain that she had sub-consciously put the custard in the confetti cannon. That, or she was a really good gypsy. It was then that Twilight stepped into the matter. “That’s what you said yester-“ only to be stopped by a blue hoof from the air. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random,” Rainbow busted in, chuckling nervously down at the glaring Twilight. Trixie was a bit confused by this, but nonetheless pulled herself together enough to answer. She was the Great and Apologetic Trixie, after all. “I would love to pull off some of those ‘accidents’ with you, Pinkie Pie, although I’m fairly sure that it was meant to be a prank,” she said after a slight chortle. Unbeknownst to her, Pinkie Pie had secretly whispered something to Rainbow Dash after the last word. “She said it!” And Rainbow Dash whispered right back. “She’s a unicorn too!” Pinkie Pie gave a large, but quiet gasp. “This will be perfect!” It was the gasp that caught Twilight’s attention. The purple unicorn turned to the pair of them, and said, “You aren’t planning to overthrow the Princesses, are you?” Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie didn’t answer. Instead, they continued whispering. “That would be an amazing idea! We could get the Princesses in on our group!” The two hoof- bumped each other, while Twilight just rolled her eyes, wondering what the dare devil and the Pink (ie Pie) were planning now. Rainbow Dash handed a letter to Twilight. “Give this to Trixie,” she commanded. “And don’t read it!” Twilight nodded, and was met by a very serious looking Pinkie Pie. “You Pinkie Promise?” Twilight nodded a second time, her snout starting to sweat. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake,” she closed her large eye, “in my eye,” and put her hoof on it. Pinkie was satisfied with this. She and Rainbow Dash left for Sugar Cube Corner. What went on in the party pony’s head, Twilight would never know. And so the confused, no, the confussled purple unicorn handed over the letter, which had a rainbow colored balloon emblem on it. Trixie proceeded to stuff it in her bag, and headed down to the Ponyville Inn. She would stay there until she found a house astounding enough for the Great and Apologetic Trixie. It was there, on a bed that Trixie opened the letter. What she found inside was weird and almost ominous. What did it mean when it said to meet them at the Loft of Sugar Cube Corner at midnight? And what did it mean when it said that she was going to be converted? The First PrankTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The First Prank A blue unicorn, clothed in a lavender cape and hat, slithered through a desolate town. At least, it wasn’t technically a ghost town yet, it was just that the time was ‘round 11:55… at night. And there was also the fact that a putrid white cat was stalking that very blue unicorn. In fact, the cat had once clawed the unicorn’s wizard hat that night. The mare then proceeded to take off her less-than-fashionable piece of headwear and transformed into a laser cannon of some sort, shooting the cat with a deathly blow. That was what the unicorn imagined though. In truth, the cat had just stridden away in the darkness, deciding that her precious time was not worth tracking the mare. She then started wondering whether or not she should sue the unicorn for emotional distress. The cat purred, a smug look on her face. We will never know how cats get to these conclusions. So the blue unicorn continued her walk, a smirk on her face as pompous as the cat’s had been. She continued her not-so-epic journey until she finally reached her destination: Sugar Cube Corner. Earlier today, the unicorn, whose name was Trixie, had received a letter from none other than the not-so-famous Ponyville Pranksters. Inside the letter concealed a note with the most mysterious of contents: We, the Ponyville Pranksters, are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be our new apprentice. Meet us at the loft of Sugar Cube Corner, midnight tonight so that you may be converted. And so now she was trekking up the stairs to the loft, puffing at each step she took. After all, you probably won’t be so fit after being carried around in a huge, golden bed all day like Trixie did, now would you? Finally, after a tremendous amount of effort and a short flight of stairs, Trixie had reached the loft. She gingerly pushed open the door, falling flat on her face, fatigued. The Ponyville Pranksters were there to welcome her. “Pinkie? Rainbow?” Trixie called out in surprise at the identities of the Ponyville Pranksters. “Well, at least this explains the unorthodox location,” she whispered under her breath (which she didn’t have any of). “Hiya, Trixie Pix!” Pinkie Pie yelled while jumping on the shocked unicorn. “What do ya say if we get on with the proseedcake?" Trixie was silent for a moment. “Proceed what now?” “She means the procedure, Trixie,” explained Rainbow Dash. Trixie nodded her head, as if she knew what Rainbow meant, when she actually didn’t. “That’s what I said!” Pinkie Pie sat down, away from Trixie, her spirits dampened. “So, what’s the procedure?” asked Trixie. She really was anxious to know whether or not some crazy ritual was in store, and if she would make it out alive. “Heh. That’s easy! Just pull a prank!” Rainbow Dash laughed, as if Trixie had something on her face. “On who?” Trixie inquired. “Anypony!” Pinkie answered, now rolling on the floor, giggling and wondering whom she would choose. “Huh.” Trixie thought that it would be harder than this. But, then again, this was Pinkie Pie we were talking about. “Well, I’ve got an idea.” Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash leaned in, eager to know what the new addition would do. “Twilight Sparkle sort of pranked me by using paint on her friends for the age spell, right?” The two friends nodded at each other, wondering where the unicorn was going with this. “Well, I say we go for somepony close to her.” Trixie grinned evilly, then looked up. “Why aren’t you complaining?” Trixie wondered aloud. “I’m obviously aiming for revenge on Twilight!” “Are you kidding? It’s a prank!” chortled Rainbow. “We would never miss out on one of those!” Pinkie Pie rolled even more madly than before. Trixie didn’t know how to react. She huffed. This had been the third time she had been left speechless today. Finally, she decided to just carry out her plan. “Girls, we’re going to Canterlot!” ~~~ Trixie had a smug look on her face, her eyes closed, her chest puffed. She proudly announced to her companions, “We’re here!” Trixie knew from the spark of magic coming from her horn that she had successfully teleported the group to Canterlot. “And where is here, exactly?” asked Rainbow Dash, tilted her head to the side. “Why, Canterlot! Really Dash, I thought you-ou-u” Trixie stuttered, eyes wide open. “Well,” Trixie started. “If I’m not mistaken, we’re in a port-a-potty on one of the construction sites in Canterlot.” This was, in fact, true. The ponies could hear the bangs of hammers outside. Also, Rainbow Dash’s wings got wrapped in toilet paper, which really was awkward for her. “Wait a teeny- weenie minute!” Pinkie Pie threw her hoof into Trixie’s mouth. “Nopony’s in here! How are you gonna pull a prank?” Pinkie Pie still had her hoof in Trixie’s mouth, so the unicorn teleported again. ~~~ A port-a-potty appeared in a flash in Shining-Armor’s room. Out of it came a blue unicorn with a wizard hat, a pink earth pony with her hoof in the unicorn’s mouth, and a clumsy pegasus whose wings were jumbled up in toilet paper. How those three mares could fit in there, the world would never know. Shining Armor didn’t have to witness this feat of extreme weirdness, as he was sleeping, snoring like an Ursa Minor. Rainbow exclaimed ironically, “Well, he sure snores loudly.” “Be quiet!” Pinkie glared at Rainbow, and said pegasus gulped. “You don’t want to ruin her first prank, now do you?” She pointed to Trixie, who was conjuring up a green paint bucket. Rainbow was quiet after that. And so, the two pony pranksters watched as Trixie silently trotted into the bathroom. They followed her in, just in time to see the unicorn pour the paint in the conditioner bottle. Trixie, Pinkie, and Rainbow knew that the prank was complete, and went down to the palace entrance to wait for Shining Armor’s reveal. After three hours in the dark, the Sun began to peak through the horizon, and Shining Armor was walking down to town. One thing was apparent in his walk: His mane was green. At first it started slowly, in fear that they might be persecuted. But after a few giggles, laughter filled the air, chortles flew with the clouds, and Shining Armor was still trying to see what was wrong. Pinkie, Rainbow, and Trixie hoof-bumped, and Trixie's horn filled with magic once more. The three disappeared. Shining Armor had finally realized that he had green hair. That was one mystery solved. He turned to the direction of the castle Now to find out why a port-a-potty was in his room. The DealTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Deal Mayor Mare, Magenta to her friends, was not in the best of moods. She crouched over her wooden desk, eyes peering at the endless pile of letters complaining about this or that. A filly started getting nightmares of storm clouds, a pickaxe had injured a stallion, two pairs of angry parents whining about the safety of their dim-witted children, Whinny the Pooh was canceled on the premier because of a thunderstorm, blah blah blah, all day long. Mayor Mare stared up at the mirror, so totally annoyed by the petty concerns of the citizens that she needed a breather. She eyed her gray mane and straightened her collar. Her watchful gaze landed on a strand of shockingly pink hair during her inspection. She sighed. It seemed that she needed to go to the spa again for another dying session. So engrossed was the mare in her frustrating predicament that she almost didn’t realize that one of her assistants was standing reluctantly at the door, looking around and gulping like there was a stone stuck in her throat. Seeing the trembling filly reflected in her mirror, she turned around on her wheel chair to face her. The swivels of the soft wood office chair were one of the few joys in life to Mayor Mare. “Well then. What is it?” “Pinkie Pie and um… Rainbow Dash…” she stuttered, sensing Mayor Mare’s moodiness. Said mare snorted. “That’s hardly out of the ordinary. After all, Rainbow Dash is one of the most recognized ponies of the weatherpony team. No doubt Pinkie Pie has figured out how to make it rain custard all over Ponyville.” She shivered, remembering her own welcome to the tiny little backwater town. “It’s not just that…” the assistant whispered. “Is it to much to ask for you to speak up! I pay for good workers, not for stuttering little fillies.” The assistant took a brave step forward. “Trixie is there with them.” In a blur of earthy browns, Mayor Mare had advanced on the door and raced outside into the waiting hall, almost matching a certain cyan pegesus’ speed. Her eyes thinned to slits as she caught sight of Trixie. “You…” she growled, the voice in her throat going deeper than the mare herself ever thought. Trixie started to back away, chuckling in feeble attempts to lighten the mood. As she looked around at Pinkie Pie (who had gone to observe the fish tank in a most unorthodox way) and Rainbow Dash (who made no attempt to aid Trixie) she realized she was on her own for this particular battle. “I can explain,” she whimpered under the mayor’s disapproving glare. ~~~ Mayor Mare lifted up her coffee cup, her eyes never leaving Trixie as the showmare ended her tale. “Hmm,” Mayor murmured. “Suffice to say, it seems that if Twilight has forgiven you, then…” “Yes?” Trixie leaned in, her own cup of rather mild wake up calls (Ponyville had Vinyl Scratch as an alarm) levitating in front of her.” The Mayor glared at her and started again. “Then you are no more inclined to have a house than you were before. After all, I am the mayor or Ponyville. It seems that Twilight has thought that she could take over my position.” “What!” Trixie jumped up in shock. “But, if I cannot own one of Ponyville’s houses, than what will I do? I can’t stay at the Inn for the rest of my life. The prices are outrageous!” Mayor Mare smirked, and rubbed her chin in a mocking thinking manner. “Then there’s only one choice left.” “And what would that be?” Trixie asked indignantly. “Leave Ponyville.” Trixie paled at the thought. No, leaving wouldn’t do. Ponyville, however bad it was to admit it, housed her only friends. Of course, it didn’t really matter. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash had left when faced with the chance of arguing with an angry Mayor Mare. Where were they now? Trixie snorted in disgust. Trixie was almost ready to get up and pack her bags when Pinkie Pie, with her horrible timing, and Rainbow Dash burst in. “Hold it!” Rainbow Dash shouted. “Objection!” Pinkie shrieked. She grabbed the red tie on her neck and threw it on the ground, stomping on it and smashing it with a sledgehammer three times for good measure. She proceeded to give her testimony. “Trixie has done nothing wrong! Sure she held you hostage and put you in a cage, took over Ponyville, became all “Fear my dark powers” on Twilight, caused havoc arou-“ a hoof was stuffed into Pinkie’s mouth. “Not helping.” Rainbow Dash stopped Pinkie mid-speech. She turned to Mayor Mare, wings flapping like mad. “Now I’ve got something to say to you missy! Trixie is my friend, and you don’t want to mess with my friend. I’ll have thunderclouds stormin’ over your fancy pancy house in ten seconds flat if you dare drive her out!” “She has caused too much damage on the town, damage that I cannot afford to pay to fix! I will not let her stay here.” Mayor Mare stomped her hoof on the ground. “Don’t you understand?” Rainbow Dash ceased her flying and slumped on the ground. “Sometimes ponies just need a second chance. I thought that you out of all ponies would know that.” Mayor Mare looked down. Trixie thought she had seen a single tear, glinting in the sunlight that streamed through an open window, form on the aging mare’s cheek. She wiped it away, took a deep breath, and stood up once more. “Very well. I will let her stay.” Rainbow Dash’s wings fluttered and her face brightened. “But if anything goes wrong, then she will go.” “Oh, silly filly. She’s in the bestest of hooves now!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “But she must stay with you, Pinkie Pie. I can’t risk any damage on property, and I know you have your ways for rebuilding Sugar Cube Corner.” “Oh yes! We only use the highest quality all-purpose flour!” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, while Trixie (still trying to get used to the pink party mare) looked on with a very confused look on her snout. ~~~ The tinkle of a shop bell rang through the gingerbread themed bakery. Cup Cake, co-owner of the store looked up from her post at the cash register and gave a jubilant welcome to the cotton candy pink mare that bounced in. “Why hello Pinkie! I haven’t seen you since last night. Where were you?” “Just hanging out with my PFFs, Rainbow Dash and Trixie!” Pinkie Pie answered, her hooves grabbing hold of the two ponies waiting outside and dragging them in. Oh my, Cup Cake thought, her eyes flickering from the natural flying disaster (who had made a Rainbow Dash sized hole in the candy wall last week) and the showmare. “Or maybe I should call Trixie my PRF!” Cup Cake took a deep breath, hoping that what she was about to hear was just a prank. “Why?” “Well, duh! Trixie’s gonna be my new roomie! Get it? Pony Roommate Friend! Just a little twist to AJ’s PFF term. ” It was just a second before Pinkie answered that Carrot Cake had walked in, stopped dead in hiss tracks, and fainted when he heard Pinkie’s words. And so the light blue earth pony started to tend to her husband, who was shocked beyond any measurable rate. To Cup Cake, this had become terribly real, as not only was Pinkie Pie giving Trixie a tour of Sugar Cube Corner, said unicorn was carrying two bags, presumably full of items she had salvaged from her destroyed show wagon. And so Cup Cake, with no strength to deal with her hyperactive employee and newfound ‘roomie’, blanked out, her eyes never wavering. Trixie wasn’t sure if this counted as ‘damage.’
The NoticeTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Notice The Great and Powerful Trixie had a long day. She had managed to become the most powerful unicorn in Equestria and went into retirement in less than 24 hours. Trixie’s horn shined a light pink color, no longer tainted by the deep, blood red aura of the Alicorn Amulet. Fireworks exploded in the air, casting a rainbow colored light over Twilight Sparkle’s magic show. Said purple unicorn turned around and stared at the blue mare. “Trixie?” Trixie levitated her trademark hat onto her silver mane. “It’s the least I could do,” she said as she looked up at Twilight. “I treated you and your friends so horribly when I was wearing that Alicorn Amulet.” Trixie took a sudden interest to the ground. “I just couldn’t control myself. You can forgive me, can’t you?” She looked pleadingly up at Twilight. “Hmmmm… sure.” “Oh, good,” Trixie sighed. “Don't you think the Great and Apologetic Trixie is the most magnificent humble pony you've ever seen?” It was in this note that she left with a burst of pink clouds, falling flat on her face halfway out the roads of Ponyville. ~~~ Twilight walked down the road, smiling at the good weather. Rainbow Dash was high in the sky, a rainbow trailing behind her as she soared through the air, hitting clouds as she went. Applejack and the Cutie Mark Crusaders worked hard (at least one of them, so to speak) to sell Sweet Apple Acre’s fresh produce, which were obviously apples. Some of Ponyville’s more posh and pompous ponies trotted into Rarity’s boutique along with Cranky Doodle Donkey, who was hoping to buy another toupee. Twilight sighed. This is how Equestria should be every day, she thought to herself. Her purple hoof prodded the library door open. Inside, the interior of Golden Oak’s Library was dark instead of bright, and Twilight reached for the light switch. A second hoof got there before her. “Surprise!” Twilight jumped back, her saddlebag dropping onto the ground. She didn’t have time to fix it onto her back again, as she was met with confetti wind, custard rain, and a pink tornado. “Oh, silly me! I must've put the confetti in the oven and the cake in the confetti cannons! Again!” “PINKIE!!!” Twilight glared at the pink whirlwind. “Don’t you know why food is not allowed in libraries?” Pinkie grinned. “Oohh! A guessing game! I know! It’s because the tree will be jelly and reveal that it’s secretly part- changeling, and turn into a GINORMOUS cupcake, trapping our friends inside where we will drown in all the yummy deliciousness!” Twilight stared at her hyperactive friend. Out of all the things that she thought Pinkie might say, she said this. But, then again, this was Pinkie Pie. Twilight shook her head. “No, it’s because the books get dirty!” She levitated one of the books that was caught in the crossfire up to Pinkie (it was titled Slumber 101: All You've Ever Wanted to Know About Slumber Parties But Were Afraid to Ask). “Oh silly Twily! This is easy to fix!” Pinkie Pie stopped grinning and stared at Twilight, disappointment in her eyes. “And I thought that after all those years of living with Spike, you would know.” Twilight deadpanned at this, but didn’t have time to think as Pinkie was already calling out to a certain baby dragon. “Spike! Twilight needs your help!” Spike trudged down the steps, a blanket dragging behind him, his eyes half closed. When he finally rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, he said, “Wow. When I heard Pinkie was throwing a surprise party, I didn’t think I was gonna get this surprised.” Twilight frowned and glared at Pinkie, who was smiling. “How is he going to help clean up this?” she pointed at the pool of custard on the floor. “You’re such a silly filly, Twilight,” Pinkie exclaimed while bonking Twilight on the head. Using her free hoof, she tossed Spike the book and winked at him, mouthing, “icing.” Spike nodded at this while Twilight stared on, wondering what sort of secret (but fun) plan was going on here. In a second, Spike wrapped his super long tongue around the book, cleaning it of the custard while simultaneously rubbing his tummy. Twilight immediately remembered the time when Spike had done the same thing to himself one day. Twilight sighed. When it came to those two, she would take anything that worked. “You go do that Spike.” She turned to huff at innocent- looking Pinkie Pie. “I’m going to talk with Pinkie.” The two friends trotted into the East Wing. Twilight spoke first, which was unusual in itself when Pinkie Pie was around. “What was this ‘party’ all about?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm. “Well…” Pinkie Pie grabbed two pony figures that strangely resembled Twilight and herself. “I was going to have a Welcome to Ponyville party! But I couldn’t decide what to do.” She pulled out a spray can that was labeled ‘Defrizz Spray’ and used her hoof to push down on the nozzle. A light mist covered the Pinkie doll, and its mane immediately straightened. “So I went to you!” In a blink of an eye, the Pinkie doll’s mane was curled up and a total mess again, and she was now being pushed over to the Twilight figure. Twilight was still staring at the pony figures in curiosity. She then looked up at Pinkie, who was awaiting her response. “Okay…?” “Woo hoo!” Pinkie Pie launched into the air, fireworks rocketing behind her. “I am so happy!” Twilight waited for Pinkie to settle down. “The only question I have is who is this Welcome to Ponyville party for?” Pinkie gasped. “What? How could you not know! Oh, I thought I told everypony in Ponyville!” “Told everypony what?” Twilight yelled over Pinkie’s wailing. She covered her mouth in shock. But what came next surprised her even more than her outburst, even more than the custard incident. “Trixie is moving to Ponyville!”
The LetterTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Letter “Oh, lighten up Twi! You’ve never been this nervous before!” Rainbow Dash protested. Twilight was pacing in circles, her mane a mess. Rarity would faint if she saw it right now. “Yeah Twily! Trixie’s really nice now, after we totally showed her what friendship can do!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I’m fine!” yelled Twilight Sparkle, her eye twitching. “Why do you think that I’m freaking out?” Yet another piece of her mane shot up straight. Pinkie and Rainbow exchanged glances. Just as Pinkie was going to answer, Twilight interrupted, “Don’t answer that.” She went back to pacing. Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle were waiting at the train station for the train from Canterlot for Trixie. The others couldn’t come. Applejack was too busy with the orchards, Fluttershy was taking care of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and Rarity was working overtime on her second project for Sapphire Shores. Twilight had asked Rainbow if she didn’t have work to do, but Rainbow Dash had nonchalantly answered, “Oh please. The guys on the team know that I can clear the sky in 10 seconds flat. It’s no biggy.” So here they were, one pacing around in circles, one pulling off loop-de-loops in the air, and one putting custard in the confetti cannon and confetti in the oven. They were easily the most annoying ponies who were waiting at the station, and the only reason nobody bothered them was because they were three of Elements, though Pinkie Pie may have gone on her own route with that. For more or less five minutes, the ponies waited, trying their hardest not to be worried (at least one of them was, in this case) until finally the Canterlot Train had arrived. And of course, the Great and Apologetic Trixie does not go to the back of the line to wait. No, she pushes and cuts to the front, saying ‘sorry’ all the way in a spiteful tone. Basically, Trixie was the first one out. And so the three ponies greeted her, taking half of Trixie’s bags and leaving the rest for the blue unicorn to levitate. However, Twilight had to carry another one for Pinkie Pie was just about to start her performance, much to the disappointment of the ponies behind Trixie. Pinkie pushed the Welcome Wagon and broke out into song: “Welcome welcome welcome A fine welcome to you Welcome welcome welcome I say how do you do? Welcome welcome welcome I say hip hip hurray Welcome welcome welcome To Ponyville today!” Trixie had no time to fake a clap, as the next moment she was hit by confetti and drowned in custard. The three ponies giggled. Twilight realized that she must have looked pretty funny in the library yesterday. Trixie was silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing with the rest of them. The four ponies clutched their stomachs; eyes closed, and didn’t stop until a furious Bon Bon waved them away. In a pinch, a handkerchief popped into existence with a pink poof, and Trixie was soon clean and custard-free once more. Soon the four ponies (they were yet to be friends) started wandering through Ponyville, chatting as they went. Trixie sure was getting there. “That was sure a funny joke, Pinkie Pie!” exclaimed Trixie. She had been left in good spirits after Twilight had forgiven her. “Nuh- uh, it was an accident!” Pinkie replied, certain that she had sub-consciously put the custard in the confetti cannon. That, or she was a really good gypsy. It was then that Twilight stepped into the matter. “That’s what you said yester-“ only to be stopped by a blue hoof from the air. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random,” Rainbow busted in, chuckling nervously down at the glaring Twilight. Trixie was a bit confused by this, but nonetheless pulled herself together enough to answer. She was the Great and Apologetic Trixie, after all. “I would love to pull off some of those ‘accidents’ with you, Pinkie Pie, although I’m fairly sure that it was meant to be a prank,” she said after a slight chortle. Unbeknownst to her, Pinkie Pie had secretly whispered something to Rainbow Dash after the last word. “She said it!” And Rainbow Dash whispered right back. “She’s a unicorn too!” Pinkie Pie gave a large, but quiet gasp. “This will be perfect!” It was the gasp that caught Twilight’s attention. The purple unicorn turned to the pair of them, and said, “You aren’t planning to overthrow the Princesses, are you?” Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie didn’t answer. Instead, they continued whispering. “That would be an amazing idea! We could get the Princesses in on our group!” The two hoof- bumped each other, while Twilight just rolled her eyes, wondering what the dare devil and the Pink (ie Pie) were planning now. Rainbow Dash handed a letter to Twilight. “Give this to Trixie,” she commanded. “And don’t read it!” Twilight nodded, and was met by a very serious looking Pinkie Pie. “You Pinkie Promise?” Twilight nodded a second time, her snout starting to sweat. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake,” she closed her large eye, “in my eye,” and put her hoof on it. Pinkie was satisfied with this. She and Rainbow Dash left for Sugar Cube Corner. What went on in the party pony’s head, Twilight would never know. And so the confused, no, the confussled purple unicorn handed over the letter, which had a rainbow colored balloon emblem on it. Trixie proceeded to stuff it in her bag, and headed down to the Ponyville Inn. She would stay there until she found a house astounding enough for the Great and Apologetic Trixie. It was there, on a bed that Trixie opened the letter. What she found inside was weird and almost ominous. What did it mean when it said to meet them at the Loft of Sugar Cube Corner at midnight? And what did it mean when it said that she was going to be converted?
The First PrankTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The First Prank A blue unicorn, clothed in a lavender cape and hat, slithered through a desolate town. At least, it wasn’t technically a ghost town yet, it was just that the time was ‘round 11:55… at night. And there was also the fact that a putrid white cat was stalking that very blue unicorn. In fact, the cat had once clawed the unicorn’s wizard hat that night. The mare then proceeded to take off her less-than-fashionable piece of headwear and transformed into a laser cannon of some sort, shooting the cat with a deathly blow. That was what the unicorn imagined though. In truth, the cat had just stridden away in the darkness, deciding that her precious time was not worth tracking the mare. She then started wondering whether or not she should sue the unicorn for emotional distress. The cat purred, a smug look on her face. We will never know how cats get to these conclusions. So the blue unicorn continued her walk, a smirk on her face as pompous as the cat’s had been. She continued her not-so-epic journey until she finally reached her destination: Sugar Cube Corner. Earlier today, the unicorn, whose name was Trixie, had received a letter from none other than the not-so-famous Ponyville Pranksters. Inside the letter concealed a note with the most mysterious of contents: We, the Ponyville Pranksters, are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be our new apprentice. Meet us at the loft of Sugar Cube Corner, midnight tonight so that you may be converted. And so now she was trekking up the stairs to the loft, puffing at each step she took. After all, you probably won’t be so fit after being carried around in a huge, golden bed all day like Trixie did, now would you? Finally, after a tremendous amount of effort and a short flight of stairs, Trixie had reached the loft. She gingerly pushed open the door, falling flat on her face, fatigued. The Ponyville Pranksters were there to welcome her. “Pinkie? Rainbow?” Trixie called out in surprise at the identities of the Ponyville Pranksters. “Well, at least this explains the unorthodox location,” she whispered under her breath (which she didn’t have any of). “Hiya, Trixie Pix!” Pinkie Pie yelled while jumping on the shocked unicorn. “What do ya say if we get on with the proseedcake?" Trixie was silent for a moment. “Proceed what now?” “She means the procedure, Trixie,” explained Rainbow Dash. Trixie nodded her head, as if she knew what Rainbow meant, when she actually didn’t. “That’s what I said!” Pinkie Pie sat down, away from Trixie, her spirits dampened. “So, what’s the procedure?” asked Trixie. She really was anxious to know whether or not some crazy ritual was in store, and if she would make it out alive. “Heh. That’s easy! Just pull a prank!” Rainbow Dash laughed, as if Trixie had something on her face. “On who?” Trixie inquired. “Anypony!” Pinkie answered, now rolling on the floor, giggling and wondering whom she would choose. “Huh.” Trixie thought that it would be harder than this. But, then again, this was Pinkie Pie we were talking about. “Well, I’ve got an idea.” Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash leaned in, eager to know what the new addition would do. “Twilight Sparkle sort of pranked me by using paint on her friends for the age spell, right?” The two friends nodded at each other, wondering where the unicorn was going with this. “Well, I say we go for somepony close to her.” Trixie grinned evilly, then looked up. “Why aren’t you complaining?” Trixie wondered aloud. “I’m obviously aiming for revenge on Twilight!” “Are you kidding? It’s a prank!” chortled Rainbow. “We would never miss out on one of those!” Pinkie Pie rolled even more madly than before. Trixie didn’t know how to react. She huffed. This had been the third time she had been left speechless today. Finally, she decided to just carry out her plan. “Girls, we’re going to Canterlot!” ~~~ Trixie had a smug look on her face, her eyes closed, her chest puffed. She proudly announced to her companions, “We’re here!” Trixie knew from the spark of magic coming from her horn that she had successfully teleported the group to Canterlot. “And where is here, exactly?” asked Rainbow Dash, tilted her head to the side. “Why, Canterlot! Really Dash, I thought you-ou-u” Trixie stuttered, eyes wide open. “Well,” Trixie started. “If I’m not mistaken, we’re in a port-a-potty on one of the construction sites in Canterlot.” This was, in fact, true. The ponies could hear the bangs of hammers outside. Also, Rainbow Dash’s wings got wrapped in toilet paper, which really was awkward for her. “Wait a teeny- weenie minute!” Pinkie Pie threw her hoof into Trixie’s mouth. “Nopony’s in here! How are you gonna pull a prank?” Pinkie Pie still had her hoof in Trixie’s mouth, so the unicorn teleported again. ~~~ A port-a-potty appeared in a flash in Shining-Armor’s room. Out of it came a blue unicorn with a wizard hat, a pink earth pony with her hoof in the unicorn’s mouth, and a clumsy pegasus whose wings were jumbled up in toilet paper. How those three mares could fit in there, the world would never know. Shining Armor didn’t have to witness this feat of extreme weirdness, as he was sleeping, snoring like an Ursa Minor. Rainbow exclaimed ironically, “Well, he sure snores loudly.” “Be quiet!” Pinkie glared at Rainbow, and said pegasus gulped. “You don’t want to ruin her first prank, now do you?” She pointed to Trixie, who was conjuring up a green paint bucket. Rainbow was quiet after that. And so, the two pony pranksters watched as Trixie silently trotted into the bathroom. They followed her in, just in time to see the unicorn pour the paint in the conditioner bottle. Trixie, Pinkie, and Rainbow knew that the prank was complete, and went down to the palace entrance to wait for Shining Armor’s reveal. After three hours in the dark, the Sun began to peak through the horizon, and Shining Armor was walking down to town. One thing was apparent in his walk: His mane was green. At first it started slowly, in fear that they might be persecuted. But after a few giggles, laughter filled the air, chortles flew with the clouds, and Shining Armor was still trying to see what was wrong. Pinkie, Rainbow, and Trixie hoof-bumped, and Trixie's horn filled with magic once more. The three disappeared. Shining Armor had finally realized that he had green hair. That was one mystery solved. He turned to the direction of the castle Now to find out why a port-a-potty was in his room.
The DealTrixie and the Ponyville Pranksters The Deal Mayor Mare, Magenta to her friends, was not in the best of moods. She crouched over her wooden desk, eyes peering at the endless pile of letters complaining about this or that. A filly started getting nightmares of storm clouds, a pickaxe had injured a stallion, two pairs of angry parents whining about the safety of their dim-witted children, Whinny the Pooh was canceled on the premier because of a thunderstorm, blah blah blah, all day long. Mayor Mare stared up at the mirror, so totally annoyed by the petty concerns of the citizens that she needed a breather. She eyed her gray mane and straightened her collar. Her watchful gaze landed on a strand of shockingly pink hair during her inspection. She sighed. It seemed that she needed to go to the spa again for another dying session. So engrossed was the mare in her frustrating predicament that she almost didn’t realize that one of her assistants was standing reluctantly at the door, looking around and gulping like there was a stone stuck in her throat. Seeing the trembling filly reflected in her mirror, she turned around on her wheel chair to face her. The swivels of the soft wood office chair were one of the few joys in life to Mayor Mare. “Well then. What is it?” “Pinkie Pie and um… Rainbow Dash…” she stuttered, sensing Mayor Mare’s moodiness. Said mare snorted. “That’s hardly out of the ordinary. After all, Rainbow Dash is one of the most recognized ponies of the weatherpony team. No doubt Pinkie Pie has figured out how to make it rain custard all over Ponyville.” She shivered, remembering her own welcome to the tiny little backwater town. “It’s not just that…” the assistant whispered. “Is it to much to ask for you to speak up! I pay for good workers, not for stuttering little fillies.” The assistant took a brave step forward. “Trixie is there with them.” In a blur of earthy browns, Mayor Mare had advanced on the door and raced outside into the waiting hall, almost matching a certain cyan pegesus’ speed. Her eyes thinned to slits as she caught sight of Trixie. “You…” she growled, the voice in her throat going deeper than the mare herself ever thought. Trixie started to back away, chuckling in feeble attempts to lighten the mood. As she looked around at Pinkie Pie (who had gone to observe the fish tank in a most unorthodox way) and Rainbow Dash (who made no attempt to aid Trixie) she realized she was on her own for this particular battle. “I can explain,” she whimpered under the mayor’s disapproving glare. ~~~ Mayor Mare lifted up her coffee cup, her eyes never leaving Trixie as the showmare ended her tale. “Hmm,” Mayor murmured. “Suffice to say, it seems that if Twilight has forgiven you, then…” “Yes?” Trixie leaned in, her own cup of rather mild wake up calls (Ponyville had Vinyl Scratch as an alarm) levitating in front of her.” The Mayor glared at her and started again. “Then you are no more inclined to have a house than you were before. After all, I am the mayor or Ponyville. It seems that Twilight has thought that she could take over my position.” “What!” Trixie jumped up in shock. “But, if I cannot own one of Ponyville’s houses, than what will I do? I can’t stay at the Inn for the rest of my life. The prices are outrageous!” Mayor Mare smirked, and rubbed her chin in a mocking thinking manner. “Then there’s only one choice left.” “And what would that be?” Trixie asked indignantly. “Leave Ponyville.” Trixie paled at the thought. No, leaving wouldn’t do. Ponyville, however bad it was to admit it, housed her only friends. Of course, it didn’t really matter. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash had left when faced with the chance of arguing with an angry Mayor Mare. Where were they now? Trixie snorted in disgust. Trixie was almost ready to get up and pack her bags when Pinkie Pie, with her horrible timing, and Rainbow Dash burst in. “Hold it!” Rainbow Dash shouted. “Objection!” Pinkie shrieked. She grabbed the red tie on her neck and threw it on the ground, stomping on it and smashing it with a sledgehammer three times for good measure. She proceeded to give her testimony. “Trixie has done nothing wrong! Sure she held you hostage and put you in a cage, took over Ponyville, became all “Fear my dark powers” on Twilight, caused havoc arou-“ a hoof was stuffed into Pinkie’s mouth. “Not helping.” Rainbow Dash stopped Pinkie mid-speech. She turned to Mayor Mare, wings flapping like mad. “Now I’ve got something to say to you missy! Trixie is my friend, and you don’t want to mess with my friend. I’ll have thunderclouds stormin’ over your fancy pancy house in ten seconds flat if you dare drive her out!” “She has caused too much damage on the town, damage that I cannot afford to pay to fix! I will not let her stay here.” Mayor Mare stomped her hoof on the ground. “Don’t you understand?” Rainbow Dash ceased her flying and slumped on the ground. “Sometimes ponies just need a second chance. I thought that you out of all ponies would know that.” Mayor Mare looked down. Trixie thought she had seen a single tear, glinting in the sunlight that streamed through an open window, form on the aging mare’s cheek. She wiped it away, took a deep breath, and stood up once more. “Very well. I will let her stay.” Rainbow Dash’s wings fluttered and her face brightened. “But if anything goes wrong, then she will go.” “Oh, silly filly. She’s in the bestest of hooves now!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “But she must stay with you, Pinkie Pie. I can’t risk any damage on property, and I know you have your ways for rebuilding Sugar Cube Corner.” “Oh yes! We only use the highest quality all-purpose flour!” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, while Trixie (still trying to get used to the pink party mare) looked on with a very confused look on her snout. ~~~ The tinkle of a shop bell rang through the gingerbread themed bakery. Cup Cake, co-owner of the store looked up from her post at the cash register and gave a jubilant welcome to the cotton candy pink mare that bounced in. “Why hello Pinkie! I haven’t seen you since last night. Where were you?” “Just hanging out with my PFFs, Rainbow Dash and Trixie!” Pinkie Pie answered, her hooves grabbing hold of the two ponies waiting outside and dragging them in. Oh my, Cup Cake thought, her eyes flickering from the natural flying disaster (who had made a Rainbow Dash sized hole in the candy wall last week) and the showmare. “Or maybe I should call Trixie my PRF!” Cup Cake took a deep breath, hoping that what she was about to hear was just a prank. “Why?” “Well, duh! Trixie’s gonna be my new roomie! Get it? Pony Roommate Friend! Just a little twist to AJ’s PFF term. ” It was just a second before Pinkie answered that Carrot Cake had walked in, stopped dead in hiss tracks, and fainted when he heard Pinkie’s words. And so the light blue earth pony started to tend to her husband, who was shocked beyond any measurable rate. To Cup Cake, this had become terribly real, as not only was Pinkie Pie giving Trixie a tour of Sugar Cube Corner, said unicorn was carrying two bags, presumably full of items she had salvaged from her destroyed show wagon. And so Cup Cake, with no strength to deal with her hyperactive employee and newfound ‘roomie’, blanked out, her eyes never wavering. Trixie wasn’t sure if this counted as ‘damage.’
