//------------------------------// // The Pink House // Story: Ponies Destroy Iconic Landmarks // by gamerboy111 //------------------------------// The Pink House Pinkie walked down the streets of Washington DC, smiling as she passed humans and ponies of all kinds. She thought about all the kind deeds she had done. Such as replacing The Statue of Liberty with something much more beautiful, giving the humans more space to build by wiping out The Eiffel Tower; and getting rid of the stinky Machu Picchu. All of a sudden, a shadow loomed over her. Looking up, she saw a big white building. "What's that?" She asked, cocking her head. "It's the white house." A man in a brown coat responded. "What's it for?" "You ask a lot of questions, don't you? It's a president place or something..." Pinkie continued to look at the giant building as the man walked away. She began to think deeply, so deep that you could see smoke coming out of her ears, and literally hear gears. DING!!! Pinkie gasped, flying high in the air, similar to that when she met Twilight for the first time. She zoomed off, leaving a trail of dust. A few people next to her stopped, looking surprised. "She must have had one of her ideas..." one man said, sighing. "When she was looking at The White House..." "Oh..." "Well that's not good." That night... A pink mare slowly creeped along the shadows of Washington DC, keeping an eye out for people. Although you wouldn't be able to tell she was pink, though. She was covered from hoof to head by a tight black coat. Only her face was visible. She walked across the ground, slowly and carefully. She stepped on a lone stick, and a little crack was heard. Her head shot up, and she shushed herself. She was caring a bucket of pink paint, and a rather unrealistically sized brush. She then stopped at the front of the white house. "Perfect..." she said, in a villainous tone. How she managed to dip the huge brush into the small paint can, we'll never know... But when she did, she started slathering the front of The White House with paint! Morning... Barack Obama walked through the halls of The White House, admiring the beauty of it. His happiness was cut short when he stopped, noticing small slathers of what seemed to be pink liquid, dripping through the bottom, sides, and even top of the front door. "hmm..." He wondered. " I wonder what that could mean?" He then slowly began walking towards the front door, his pace quickening as he thought of all the possible things that could have happened. "Pink wall? Pink poison flood? PINK ALIENS SLIME? Nah, that's too stupid. Wait." He stopped just feet away from the front door. "Could someone have painted...?" He flung the door open, and charged outside. "What?" He said aloud, looking ahead. "Nothing seems to have changed..." He sighed with relieve. As he was about to turn back to go in for breakfast, he noticed the people staring at The White House with disbelief. "What's wrong?" He asked someone. The response was unexpected. "Look behind you..." Barack almost had a heart attack. He whirled around, and instantly his jaw dropped. The White House was pink. The entire thing. All sides, even the roof. His mind began calculating the options... "The ponies have broken The Statue of Liberty, Eiffel Tower, Machu Picchu, The Pyramids, and The Sphinx. They must be behind this too. No normal pony could do this in the time they had. The Princesses wouldn't have done this, not without talking to me first... and even if the all the ponies worked together, they couldn't have done this in the time they had without being seen or heard... That only leaves one pony who is capable of this..." "PINKIE!"