Exterior of a street
Pinkie Pie and Rarity walk away from the marketplace and down a wide, yet empty, street.
Rarity: ...just saying you should be more careful about who you introduce yourself to. You're quite lucky Rainbow Dash had no idea who you were. Then again, she never was the brightest apple in the bunch. Have you ever had apples? There used to be a farm outside town, but it closed down. As I recall, it was...
Pinkie Pie ignores Rarity's incessant chattering and focuses on the road ahead, an expression of deep thought on her face. Four ghostly ponies step out from the alleyways and stand next to each other.
Pinkie focused and Pinkie thought
Over the trail of bait she'd wrought.
Leaving the bread crumbs, marking the path,
Setting up Rainbow Dash to feel her wrath.
Pinkie wrapped her mind 'round her plan
Trying to think of a sounder plan.
Assembling the actors, setting the stage,
Ensuring she controlled every page.
The chorus melds back into the crowd and continue walking. The focus is once again on Pinkie Pie and Rarity as they turn around the corner, now completely alone.
Rarity: ... and then she told me she wanted French haute couture! Can you believe that!? I mean, really. Where does she think she is? France!? Anyway-- (notices Pinkie is still thinking) Pinkie Pie, are you listening? Pinkie? Pinkie!
Pinkie Pie: (snaps back to reality) Wha? Who? Oh, right. (chuckles nervously) Just got a little carried away.
Interior of Twilight Sparkle's mansion
Fluttershy sits in her room and stares sadly into her mirror. She slowly brushes her mane and glances at a few pictures and drawings of the outside world. Twilight Sparkle looks at her through a small hole in the opposite wall. She's lifting a quill and a piece of parchment with her magic and furiously taking notes on her behavior.
Fluttershy: (sighs) It's like everypony's forgotten about me.
Twilight Sparkle: (takes a few notes and then, to herself) Not everypony...
Exterior of Twilight Sparkle's mansion
Applejack walks along the street, kicking the occasional stone and looking up at Fluttershy's window.
Applejack: Oh, Fluttershy. I'd love to get you outta there, but I just can't get inside. The windows are barred and the doors are all bolted. If I just had a key or a-- a key! That's it!
Applejack looks up at Fluttershy's window again and hurls a pebble at it. It clatters off and draws Fluttershy's attention. She approaches the window and smiles and waves.
Applejack: Fluttershy! Throw me a key! I can get you out if you throw me a key!
Fluttershy nods in confirmation and walks away from the window. She returns, opens the window, and throws an obscure object, which lands in front of the fence. Applejack happily trots to the object, revealing it to be... a cookie. She appears to be unamused and looks back up at the window.
Applejack: I said a key! A key! You know? K-E-Y?
Fluttershy seems to understand Applejack's message and runs back, presumably to retrieve a key. After a short while, she doesn't return.
Applejack: Consarn it! I thought I was close. Oh, well. There's always tomorrow I guess.
Applejack walks down the road to Sweet Street while Twilight, unseen from below, shouts at a cowering Fluttershy.
Interior of Pinkie Pie's sweet shop
Pinkie Pie is at work sharpening her tools as Rarity pulls the cover off an old-fashioned oven. Dust fills the air and a metallic ring travels up its pipe.
Rarity: Not exactly in the best condition, but it's served me well over the years. Why, I remember just a few winters ago I had to cook my dear, sweet Opal. Although I have to admit, she was rather filling.
The rest of the shop appears to be restored, if only slightly drab in some areas. A few streamers hang from the ceiling and some of the color has rejuvenated the cheery atmosphere. Pinkie Pie sets slams down her tools and storms over to the window to glare at the town.
Pinkie Pie: Grrrrrrr. Where's Rainbow Dash! She told me she wanted cupcakes, but I haven't so much as seen her on Sweet Street! Maybe if I interrogated somepony...
Rarity: I don't think that'll be necessary. Besides, you only saw her just yesterday. And it's still morning.
Pinkie Pie grumbles and moves back to her baking station. She shifts about, unsure of what to do.
Hold your horses.
Just calm down.
Rest yourself, we'll wipe
Off that frown.
Think of baking
For the town.
Just calm down.
Think of a joke.
Perhaps think about
Making Rainbow croak?
Let yourself laugh.
Let it stoke.
Pinkie Pie halts, but doesn't respond. She still glares sternly at the floor.
Perhaps a few balloons
Or some ribbons?
Wouldn't that be fun?
I know you love balloons
And new ribbons
Like almost everyone.
Ah, whoa, dear, whoa.
Pinkie Pie throws herself on a couch and groans loudly and dramatically.
Pinkie Pie: But I wanna bake cupcakes nooooowwww!
Rarity: And you will! Just be patient. Rainbow Dash will have to get hungry sooner or later.
Don't you know,
The fun's in writing
Do you want your cakes
To be too sloppy?
Pinkie Pie starts to smile at these words and Rarity moves closer to comfort her.
Maybe just a dozen
Of those ribbons.
Don't know, darling.
Or a smidgeon?
A hint of a smile appears on Pinkie's face as the two look at each other before a knock is heard at the door. Pinkie immediately grabs her hacksaw while Rarity turns to answer the door. Before she has a chance to see who is ringing, Applejack bursts in.
Applejack: Ms. Pie! Just the pony I wanted to see!
Pinkie quickly conceals the hacksaw behind her back and approaches Applejack. Rarity simply sits in shock in front of the rather rude guest.
Applejack: Oh, and, uh...
Rarity: Rarity. Call me Rarity.
Applejack: Right. Sorry. Anyhooves, there's this filly I saw earlier. Poor girl's being kept away, alone, unloved, and rich too! Very, very rich.
Pinkie Pie: Hmmmm, this sounds important somehow...
Applejack: Oh, I don't know. Could be the fact that she's practically being held hostage! She's a poor pegasus named Fluttershy and there's some psychotic unicorn keeping her locked away. Her name's Twilight Sparkle and in all my years, I've never met anypony as crazy about finding the "magic of friendship" as her.
Rarity glances at Pinkie Pie, who seems to be clueless.
Applejack: This Judge Sparkle... she's just plum crazy! When she leaves to do whatever it is judges do, I'm gonna get the poor girl out of there! Well, assuming I get a plan together...
Rarity: (to herself) Well, isn't that convenient?
Rarity: Uh, convenient for you, darling! Of course!
Applejack: Okay, but listen. Once I break her out of there, we're gonna need someplace safe to stay for a few hours. I'll need to find some way to get those clasps off her wings. (looks at Pinkie Pie) If you'd just let us stay here for an hour or two, I'll be indebted to you 'til the day I die.
Pinkie Pie: (as Rarity is about to speak and without thinking) Okie dokie Loki.
Applejack: Golly. Didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Thank you so much! (gallops out the door)
Rarity: Um, Pinkie Pie? You do know who she was talking about, right?
Pinkie Pie: Duh! I can't believe it's all working out so well!
Rarity: Even though Applejack intends to take Fluttershy to the farthest regions of Equestria?
Pinkie Pie: (chuckles darkly) Whoever said I'd let her do that? I've always wanted to try apple-flavored cupcakes!
Rarity: I suppose that could work out. So long as that poor, little Fluttershy gets into the hooves of someone who can care for her properly. (looks out the window to see Applejack leaves and sees the Great and Powerful Trixie, with Spike in tow) Oh, my! Pinkie Pie, we have some visitors.
Pinkie Pie: (runs over to the window) Ooh! Is it Rainbow Dash? Or maybe Twi-- (gasps, then looks at Rarity). It's the swindler from the marketplace. You watch the baby dragon. I'll have a little chat with our friend, the Great and Powerful Trixie.
Exterior of Pinkie Pie's sweet shop
Rarity rushes down the steps to greet Trixie and Spike. Above the Carousel Boutique sign is the new Pinkie Pie's Capricious Confectionery sign.
Trixie: Pardon me, but is Ms. Pinkie Pie home?
Rarity: Most certainly. Although she's rather busy at the moment. Much business to attend to. (looks at Spike) Well, would you look at this poor boy. Looks like he hasn't had a decent bite in ages!
Spike: Actually, I'll eat just about--
Rarity: (shoves her hoof in Spike's mouth) You see? Poor dear could use a gem or two. I still have some of my special store.
Trixie: (impatiently) Yes, that's fine, but I simply must see Ms. Pie.
Trixie ascends the stairs as Rarity leads Spike into the boutique.
Rarity: And perhaps you'd like to try on some of my designs. I'm sure you'll look smashing.
Spike gulps and they step inside the door.
Interior of Pinkie Pie's sweet shop
Pinkie Pie stands still and waits for Trixie to enter. Trixie steps inside.
Trixie: Ms. Pie.
Pinkie Pie: Ms. Great and Powerful Trixie.
Trixie: Oh, please. Why don't we just drop the act. It's Trixie. Just Trixie. "The Great and Powerful Trixie" is just my stage name. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like my bits back.
Pinkie Pie: But I won, fair and square!
Trixie: Ha! Fair? You call entering a competition under false pretenses fair? From now on, half your profits will go to me. After all, I do deserve it...
Pinkie Pie laughs at the idea and falls to the floor giggling until Trixie adds:
Trixie: Ms. Pinkamena Diane Pie.
Pinkie stops giggling and freezes.
Interior of Carousel Boutique
Soon after Spike devours a plate of gems, Rarity sets another on the table.
Rarity: Now, then. These are my last sapphires so try to--
Spike swallows the entire plate in one gulp.
Rarity: Savor it... No matter. At least you're eating. Why, I remember this tennis-playing pony who always worked up an appetite quite like yours. And he did have the most interesting moustache.
Spike: To tell the truth ma'am-- (takes off his moustache and sets it on the table) --it does get awful itchy.
Interior of Pinkie Pie's sweet shop
Trixie is pacing back and forth, looking about the shop as a helpless Pinkie watches.
Trixie: Yes, perhaps a picture of me over here, some of my clothes over here. Yes, I remember this place well. After all, you did hire me for a short while, to perform such menial tasks as dusting and sweeping. In fact, you never once let me so much as touch your baking tools... Pinkamena Diane Pie. (smiles cruelly at Pinkie) Honestly, I don't know how you had no idea it was me. I only put four words in front of my name for Celestia's sake! No matter, though. (turns around to face the kitchen) Unless you'd like me to fetch my good friend, Rainbow Dash, I think you're out of options. How about that Ms. Pinkie P--
As Trixie turns around again, a frying pan flies toward her face and smashes against her cheek. Dazed and confused, she barely manages to stand. Pinkie pulls the frying pan back and swings against the other side of her face, sending blood and teeth flying and knocking her out cold.
Interior of Carousel Boutique
Rarity hears the thumps from above and creates more noise as she searches her closet for clothes for Spike to try.
Rarity: Oh, goodness me. What a mess it can be back here! Organized chaos, I like to call it! (returns from the closet with a cheaply-made, frilly suit) I'm sure this will be an excellent fit for you.
Spike: (scared) Oh, boy...
Rarity struggles to fit the suit onto Spike as she continues speaking.
Rarity: So, tell me. (groans) How did you end up with such an unkind-- (groans) --mare?
Spike: If you really wanna know, I fell out of the window at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, if you can believe that. Some incident with a student losing control. Trixie found me and-- (groans) --took me in. Speaking of which, Trixie's having a one-percent-off sale in an hour! She can't be late for that! (the suit snaps off like a rubber band) If she's late, it'll be all my fault! (runs out the door)
Rarity: Wait! Whoa! Whatever! Just come back!
She calls after him too late. Spike is already running up the stairs.
Interior of Pinkie Pie's sweet shop
Spike bursts in the door to see Pinkie Pie lazily licking a candy cane.
Spike: Ms. Pie? Where's the Great and Powerful Trixie!?
Pinkie Pie: I'm sorry. Since Trixie's most recent batch of cupcakes was so panned, she's fled Ponyville in embarrassment. You should probably go after her.
Spike: Well, it's not the first time it's happened. She'll probably come back though, as the Stupendous and Mystifying Trixie or something like that. No pony ever seems to notice the difference. I should just wait here for her.
Spike sits down in a chair next to the ice box, from which Trixie's hoof is protruding. He doesn't seem to notice, but the sight is making Pinkie Pie nervous.
Pinkie Pie: Well, while you're waiting, don't you think Ms. Rarity has some more gems for you?
Spike: I'm not sure, but she's quite a looker if you ask me.
Trixie's hoof twitches. Spike doesn't notice, but Pinkie Pie starts to sweat.
Pinkie Pie: A growing dragon needs plenty of gems, doesn't he?
Spike: Actually, I think we really need to eat silver to breathe our fire. At least, that's what I heard on a TV show once.
Trixie's hand continues twitching and nearly touches Spike.
Pinkie Pie: (nervously attempting to be cheerful) I'm sure Rarity knows the answer! You should ask her!
Spike: As much as I'd love to be around her, I really should wait here for Trixie.
Pinkie Pie: Well, I know for a fact that Rarity has a secret stash of rubies I'm sure she'd be happy to share with you!
Spike: (leaps out of the chair and starts drooling) Rubies? Rarity and rubies... (dreamily exits)
Pinkie Pie lets out a long sigh of relief and locks the door. She hurries back to the ice box and throws open the lid. A light shines off Pinkie Pie's hacksaw and nearly blinds her. She looks from Trixie (who is slowly regaining consciousness) and the hacksaw, realizing this is the point of no return. In a daze, she picks it up and pulls up Trixie. She snaps awake just as Pinkie furiously slashes across Trixie's throat, scattering blood across the ice box. The piercing whistle heard in the beginning sounds off again as the cut is made. The ghost chorus approaches from the shadowy corners and surrounds Pinkie Pie.
Her hooves were giddy with deathly cheer.
To anyone else she would appear...
To never fret and to never cry.
Yet nopony ever knew what under lied.
At least the ones who did not die
With Pinkie Pie,
The spastic baker of Sweet Street.
See your hacksaw shine, Pinkie,
Watch its jagged edge
As ponies tumble over that dark,
Interior of the chapel
The chapel is illuminated only by a few candles and is shrouded in mist. Dominating the rear of the room is a large, stained-glass window depicting the six unknown wielders of the Elements of Harmony firing a blast of magic at the evil Night Mare Moon. Above them is an image of Princess Celestia in all her glory. The words "NEVER FORGET THEIR SACRIFICE" are displayed in bright red and cast themselves down on Twilight Sparkle, who is kneeling before the altar. She throws her hooves in the air and cries out.
Mea culpa, mea culpa.
Mea maxima culpa.
Mea maxima, maxima culpa!
Celestia forgive me! Contain me!
Forgive me! Restrain me! Dissuade me!
So suddenly a grown mare,
The light behind your window--
Illuminates your mane,
The sun-- The sun reflects off your--
Deliver me! Deliver me!
I study you in darkness.
Waiting by your window,
Looking on the world.
Your voice lifts, Fluttershy
So soft and kind and innocent--
I've basked in your kindness,
Hoping you'd be my friend.
You twist me, Fluttershy,
And tempt me with your innocence,
You tempt with those golden---
Now! It will
You can't stay any longer
The world lies before you
You wish to fly away
You stir me, Fluttershy
So suddenly a grown mare.
I cannot watch you one more day--
I'll be with you forever.
I'll take you as my lover,
The world will never harm you.
I'll take you as my lover.
As years pass, Fluttershy,
You'll help find magic in my
Life, not as a friend.
But as much more.
I'll hold you here forever then
You'll keep away from windows and
She falls to the floor, her mind in agony, before the candles all blow out.