The Pinks Job · 2:59am Apr 3rd, 2013
"This is a stickup! Gimme all your money, or the pink pony gets it!" Pinkie brandished the strange metal cylinder threateningly, then pressed it against her head.
"No!" Pinkie shouted. "Don't worry about me! You need that money to save the farm!"
Spinning on one hoof, she yelled back. "Never fear, Pinkie! I'll get you out of this, and save the farm!"
"My hero!" shouted Pinkie from the gathering crowd.
Twilight looked up from her book, sighed, and then turned to Fluttershy. "Now I remember why I don't come here on Thursdays."
"I... I think she's getting better at it," Fluttershy replied. "The last time I was here, she only managed three at once."
Twilight looked back towards the front counter, where a very confused receptionist sat behind the window. A cloud of dust, hooves, and pink hair roiled on the floor in front of her, slowly resolving into a prone panting pink pony.
"Th--" wheezed Pinkie, taking a deeper breath before continuing, "That was fun!"
Twilight picked her up and levitated her towards a nearby chair. "Pinkie," she asked, "how do you decide who wins?"
"Oh, that's easy, Twilight. I do!"
"Bu--" Twilight thought better of pursuing that line of questioning. "Nevermind, Pinkie. I'm glad you always win." She went back to her copy of Gravity's Rainboom, tuning out the high-speed chatter that erupted beside her.
Oh, Pinkie.
I remember this from IRC. Woo!
Ah, good times! Bwahaha... still funny as hell!
This is one of the million plot-bunnies that ISN'T directly involved with Workerverse. Another is a remake of JAWS starring Pinkie as the mysterious sweets-eater stalking a beachside tourist retreat. So many ideas, so little time. I just felt like being a bit silly and sharing this.