Outside the box, eh?
You begin to think. Not only outside the box, mind you, but outside the known universe. Your mind begins to hit upon old Monty Python sketches, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and more. Slowly, but surely, you begin to come up with all sorts of zany ideas. You take out a piece of paper and begin writing down all the materials you'll need, then you head into town to retrieve them.
Applejack is still laying on her back, relaxing when you return. You cough to get her attention. She glances at you casually before looking away again. Suddenly, her eyes practically pop out of her skull as she does a double take. "What the...?"
You take this as a cue to start.
You bow, feeling the antennas on your custom stitched porcupine-alien outfit lightly hit you in the face when you do. You begin to perform a well-rehearsed ballet routine, jumping to and fro, feeling the springs glued onto your sneakers propelling you high into the air. Grabbing hold of three pies that are behind you (apple, cinnamon, and mushroom), you proceed to juggle them. After a minute or so, you fling the pies one after another at Applejack, who doesn't seem to notice when they hit her in the face. Her mouth is agape as she watches you, incredibly confused about what's going on. You move on to the next stage of the plan, grabbing a hula-hoop and proceed to sit inside it, staring at the pony with an intensity rivaling Fluttershy.
"Are, uh, you okay, pardner?" Applejack asks.
"Don't you see?!" you scream. "The stars need to be aligned! Be that rocket pony, Applejack! BE. THAT. ROCKET PONY."
She starts backing away. You're losing her!
You decide to readjust your routine, and quickly run after her. "Wait, Applejack! Don't you see?! I'm just trying to-" The earth pony suddenly whips out a can of pepper spray. "Wait, can ponies even use-?" You get hit right in the face, and you feel a horrible pain, as though your eyes decided to start dancing on hot coals.
"Now get out of here, you weirdo! Get!" And she gives you a strong kick in the gut.
You moan as you start to crawl away, wondering what went wrong. You suspect you used the wrong flavors of pie, but it's not your fault! Where were you going to get pineapple on such short notice?
> Well, maybe you'll have better luck with the next pony.