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// Pinkamena and Flim & Flam are Stuck on a Balcony All Night 
// Story: Admiral Trampoline Super Biscuit Shouldn't Write Shipfics, Volume I 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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Once upon a time, in the beautiful magical land of Equestria, there was a Grand Galloping Gayla at the palace and everypony was invited.

Like, literally everpony.

To be fair, Discord had once been invited to the GGG™ , and he hadn't gotten kicked out even after the Smooze showed up, and that was really a low bar to set.

Most of the noble ponies showed up anyways, since it was the social event of the year.  Twilight and her friends came to the Gayla, and Applejack was there too.  

Also, Flim and Flam had somehow gotten in. Probably because there wasn't anypony at the door taking tickets, or else they'd managed to swindle somepony else out of a ticket.  Or maybe Raven hadn't been paying attention when she mailed out the tickets.  Really, it doesn't matter how they got there, now does it?

Anyways, the two of them were there, wearing fancy new straw boater hats and well-pressed barbershop duet vests.  Their manes were slicked back, and Flam had freshly waxed his mustache.

They were there to con ponies and chew bubblegum, and they were all out of bubblegum.

Out in the main hall, Pinkie Pie was laying waste to the buffet table, Rarity was slow dancing with Applejack, Fluttershy was in a shadowy corner making out with Tree Hugger, Rainbow Dash was snogging Crackle, and Twilight was banned from dancing by Royal Order, so she was just kinda standing around looking adorkable.

Well, the drinks were flowing freely, as they are wont to do at these types of parties, and by midnight, Flim and Flam had managed to con a princedom out of Blueblood and were ready to go home for the night.  To their misfortune, they mistook the balcony exit for the normal exit, and found themselves outside, looking over the edge of Mount Canter to the Ponyville Valley far, far below.

Ordinarily, a harmless error; but on this day, the door was broken and wouldn't open from the outside.

The two of them began banging the door in order to attract attention to their predicament; to their misfortune, inside the ballroom, Beauty Brass and the sousaphone pony (that one that was in Discord's Glass of Water song) had begun their four hour rendition of Philip Glass's 1000 Dirgibles on the Roof.

Tragically, when the next pony came out on the balcony, neither of them noticed in time, and the doors slammed shut once again, and now Pinkie Pie was also trapped out on the balcony.

Hours passed.  Hours which felt like days, and each of those days felt like a week.  Flim and Flam stayed by themselves, kinda poking at the door with their magic every now and then, but it stayed stuck.  Pinkie Pie slowly came off her sugar high, and her mane began to deflate and straighten out and pretty soon the three of them were staring at each other awkwardly across the width of the balcony.

Well, a situation like that's either gonna wind up with one of the brothers going over the edge, or a surprise romance, and since neither of the brothers wanted to die, when Pinkie finally pulled a butcher's knife out of her hammerspace and started licking it, they both swallowed down a bit of fear and boldly marched across the balcony.

"I'm bored," Pinkie whispered, and licked down the blade again.

Flim stumbled on his hooves, and Flam cleared his throat.  "Um, would you like a mustache ride?"





The rest of the night simply flew by, until the three ponies were finally discovered in flagrente delecto by Scruffy, the janitor pony.


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