Scootaloo woke up on the park bench feeling perkier than usual. Probably because it was her birthday.
"I know nopony cares about me, but it's finally my birthday! I'm another year older, and soon I'll be able to do things fillies could never do!" She exclaimed.
Scootaloo laid her newspaper bedspread out nice and neat, and grabbed an apple core from the garbage for breakfast. As she began trotting along, a breeze came along and blew away the newspaper.
The not-so-little-anymore filly pranced around the park as per her usual daily routine, waiting for somepony to talk to her but never starting the conversation herself. Today she had a little more spring in her step, hopping about twenty percent higher than usual. After about thirty-six or so laps around the park, the sun began to rise.
Scootaloo paused for a moment to watch the massive yellow-orange sphere of scorching inferno in the sky. While it made her warm, it never made her warm and fuzzy like the occasional eavesdropped conversations she hears like to imply. After two minutes of staring at the sun, she decided her eyes hurt and continued to prance around the park.
She had traveled an equivalent of six hundred thousand centimeters when the school bell next to the park began to rang as it usually does. Scootaloo continued her trampled path around the park while keeping her head fix'd on the students entering the school.
Maybe I'll go there someday. those desks would be comfy to sleep on, she thought. Without noticing, she bumped into something and fell over. Scootaloo picked herself up, and found herself face-to-face with a bright pink Earth Pony. Scootaloo stared at her. The other pony stared back. Several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" She said, "I couldn't help but notice that you bumped into me and I'd like to say that I'm so-"
"Hi, I'm Scootaloo," said Scootaloo, "Today's my birthday!"
Another set of several seemingly long moments passed, and the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth again.
"Oh... ok..." she said wearily, "How old are you now?" Wow... this kid is really weird. She's, like, sucking the life outta me or something.
"Old enough to know that I'm a big pony now! I want to do things that older mares do!" She said excitedly. Right now, the excitement came from the fact that this conversation made it past thirty words. at that moment, Scootaloo knew this was a special day.
"A big pony, huh? Do you know what big ponies even do?" Pinkie asked, suddenly intrigued.
"Yea! They...uh... play checkers with all twelve pieces on their side! And they get the big meals at McDash's!"
Pinkie looked at Scootaloo long and hard. She relaxed her glance and smiled gently.
"Well, come by Sugarcube Corner tonight, Scootaloo. I'll have a... special birthday present for you."
"Wow! Really?" Scootaloo asked happily, "Wait a minute... promise that my present is for big ponies?"
"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" Pinkie assured.
"Are you mocking me?"
"What? No I'm not mocking you."
"Then why do you want to fly so bad?"
"Wha-? I...I don't know what you mean."
"And why would you stick a cupcake in your eye? That's just weird."
"Look... do you want your present or not?"
"I'm just happy to be talking to someone."
"You're making me work hard for this, aren't you... Sugarcube Corner, tonight. That's if you want a present only for big ponies." The normally happy pony walked away shaking her head.
"Yay! I'm getting a birthday present! I'm getting a birthday present! I'm getting a birthday present!" Scootaloo chanted as she continued her laps around the park, fluttering her wings as she hopped. the fluttering added about sixty-three point seven percent of a nose to her jumps. The school-bell rang a few hours later, and the school-foals scrambled to the same park. Scootaloo lost track of who was her among the ponies, and left the park feeling a little dizzy. She decided that she might as well start wandering Ponyville in hopes of bumping into another pony who'll talk to her so she can ask them where Sugarcube Corner is.
She was getting cocky after one conversation, and was hoping for a new record: 2 in one week.
Pinkie Pie was starting to get annoyed. It was almost midnight and Scootaloo still did not show up to Sugarcube Corner.
Sweet Celestia, where is that silly filly? She said this was her first time, maybe she's scared. But that can't be, she seemed so excited for what I have in store for her. Oh! Speaking of store, I need to remember to close up shop before I go to bed. Oh! Speaking of close, I need to return this outfit to Rarity. She said she needed it back ASAP for a special somepony. Oh! Speaking of sap, I need to make sure to refill the syrup barrels before I close the shop after giving Rarity her special outfit! Speaking of special, where is that silly filly?
As if to answer her question, there were several knocks at the door. Pinkie made her way to the door, but it opened on its own. Sure enough, Scootaloo trotted into the store, balancing an empty, upside-down, milk bottle on her back.
Scootaloo blankly stared at Pinkie Pie for two and five-eighths minutes until the pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"Hi Scootaloo!" She said happily. Don't get too excited, Pinkie, you don't want to waste any of that energy.
"Hi lady who has my present!" Scootaloo greeted.
"What took you so long? And.... uhh... why do you have a milk bottle on your back?"
"Woah woah woah, one question at a time, present lady. I'm not asking you a bajillion things am I?"
I..Is she serious? "Fine... what took you so long?" Pinkie asked.
"Nopony would bump into me when I went around Ponyville."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I don't talk to other ponies unless they talk to me first. I found out the best way to talk was to bump into somepony! So that's why I'm late."
"Wait... what does not talking to anypony have to do with being late?"
"I didn't know where this place was."
"And you were able to bump into somepony this late at night to ask where Sugarcube Corner is?"
"No, I found out where this place was hours ago. I was staring at the big white glowy thing in the sky."
"Is that what it's called? I was thinking of naming it Scootaloo-Two, since it didn't look like it had any owner or anything."
Pinkie realized that conversation wasn't getting them any closer to her bedroom.
"Well isn't that special! Hey! I have your present!" She said, pretending to be interested in Scootaloo's story.
"What!? Really? Go get it!" Scootaloo replied.
I don't know if she's really this clueless or just teasing me, but either way it's making me really want to give it to her.
"I need you to come upstairs with me, I don't want to drop it or anything," Pinkie said after thinking of a way to coax the orange filly into her bedroom.
"Can't you use your magic?" Scootaloo genuinely asked. Pinkie Pie was dumbfounded.
"I-you-I-magic.... Oh Forget it!" She said out of frustration. She kicked the milk bottle off of Scootaloo's flank and grabbed her by the back of the neck with her mouth. She picked up the young pegasus and laid her on her back.
"Was that what was on my back?" Scootaloo asked, "I thought it was a new hat stand. But it was weighing me down. Thanks!"
As Pinkie ascended the staircase, she couldn't help but smile at the innocence and naivete that Scootaloo possessed. It reminded her of her days as a young filly. She also felt pity for the young pony, being able to be so happy despite being so out of place. Pinkie Pie felt warm inside knowing she was moments away from filling the filly with immense joy.
Pinkie finished climbing the stairs and made her way to her bedroom. Scootaloo was staring down the stairs whilst riding on her hindquarters. After the stairs went out of view she stared at Pinkie Pie's tail.
"Why is there cotton candy on your butt?" She asked.
"What? That's my tail, silly," she replied.
"That's a weird tail. It doesn't look like mine at all."
"Not all ponies look the same."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't have the same tail as me."
Pinkie shook her head. They reached Pinkie's bedroom. The pony that wasn't Scootaloo opened her mouth.
"We're here!" She said.
"Where are we again?"
"To give you your special birthday present, silly filly."
"Oh yea! Hey, don't call me a filly, I'm a big girl now."
"We'll find out shortly," Pinkie said under her breath.
"Where's my present?"
"It's on my bed, see that box?"
"With the red ribbon?"
"Get off and go over and look for yourself."
Scootaloo got off and went to look for herself. Sure enough there was a small blue box with a red ribbon that she knew about but couldn't see before. Pinkie slowly walked up behind the young pegasus.
"This is my present?"
"Yea," Pinkie said softly, "do you like it?"
"Thanks... I guess..." Scootaloo seemed a little depressed.
"What's wrong, Scootaloo," Pinkie asked, worried.
"Well, if I'd have known that I was getting a box, I would've asked for a bigger one. My bench doesn't do a good job of blocking the wind, and I don't like looking for more newspaper." Scootaloo put the box on her head, but it was much too small.
Pinkie Pie was stuck with sadness and annoyance at the same time. She then remembered her goal, what she'd been preparing for this whole time. She bent over Scootaloo slowly.
"Your present is inside the box," she whispered into Scootaloo's ear.
"Ohhhh!" She exclaimed, tearing the ribbon off and removing the cover. The same look of disappointment entered her face.
"What is it now?" Pinkie asked.
"I thought you said my bigger box was in this one," said Scootaloo.
"I never said I got you a box."
"You sure led me on as though you did. You should stop doing that."
"Just take what's in the box," she said, so we can get started with the fun part.
Scootaloo stuck her snout in the box, and pulled out a cupcake with white frosting.
"What is this?"
"That's a cupcake. Doesn't it look yummy!"
"I guess, but didn't you say you shove these into eyes?"
"Nonono, that was just my patented Pinkie Pie promise. I wanted to assure you that I really meant that I had a pre-"
"So what do I do with this? I can't sleep under it."
"That's a magical cupcake! I made the frosting myself," Pinkie said softly, "isn't it... wonderful?"
"What's so great about this cupcake?"
"I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep this a secret."
"Okay, this cupcake-"
"DING-DONG! There's somepony at the door. Unless it's not a pony, then it's some-creature." The audible talking doorbell Pinkie installed last Tuesday suddenly rang.
"Arrrrghhhh!" Pinkie Pie groaned. She turned to Scootaloo, who was still balancing the cupcake on her head.
"I'll be right back," She said sternly.
Pinkie grumbled a bit while walking down the stairs.
I was this close! She thought, THIS CLOSE!! At this, she raised her two front hooves and put them close together to visually illustrate how close she was to pleasing Scootaloo, despite there not being a physical distance between her and this goal. The lack of an audience for this comparison and the fact that the comparison happened in her head only further accentuated the uselessness of her action. Upon realizing this, she fell down the stairs. In a cliche'd comedic fashion, she happened to land on all four hooves in front of the door, sustaining no real injury.
"Ow!" She ow'd.
"DING-DONG! There's somepony at the door. Don't make me repeat myself if you care about your safety." said the doorbell.
Pinkie Pie opened the door. In front of her stood a pure white unicorn wearing sunglasses, despite it being one o'clock at night. She had a flashy blue mane and a pair of connected eighth notes about a major third apart (but below the middle line on a staff) on her flank. Pinkie Pie blankly stared at the guest for three beats (in six-eight time) until the pony that wasn't Pinkie Pie opened her mouth.
"Hi, my name is Vinyl Scratch. I'm new to Ponyville; and heard that the best parties happen here," she said.
"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie. Welcome to Ponyville; and yes the best parties happen here. Can I help you?"
"I'm a DJ, but they don't like those in Canterlot, so I was evicted and decided to move here. Bottom-line is that I need a job. Can I DJ some of your parties?"
"Uhh... I'm kinda busy at the moment, do you think you could come tomo-"
"Who is that?" Scootaloo asked. Pinkie Pie turned around to see Scootaloo with the cupcake on her head.
"When did you get down here?" Pinkie inquired.
"I asked you first!" Scootaloo said.
"Oh... This is somepony who wants to be a DJ at a party here."
"You're throwing me a party!? I've never had a party before!" Scootaloo jumped with excitement, the cupcake miraculously remained stationary.
"Uhhh.... sure, why not? I think a pony as special as you deserves a party," Pinkie said, "Vinyl, was it? You can come work tomorrow."
"But... I don't know if I'll have all of my DJ equipment."
"If you don't show up tomorrow night, you don't get a job."
"But.. I... okay..." Vinyl Scratch said.
Scootaloo ran out of the store, the cupcake still perched on her head.
"Scootaloo! Where are you going!?" Pinkie yelled out.
"I'm going to invite all my friends!" Scootaloo called back as she pranced away.
"Who was that?" Vinyl asked.
"Somepony who knows how to tease me better than anypony else," she replied.
"What does that even mean?"