Pinkie found herself in front of the, “the fifth house from the left when you are looking at the sweet treats in the window of Sugar Cube Corner!”.
The party pony chuckled as she said, “Oh, voice inside my head. You always remember everything.”
***
Ms. Pie was going to just knock on the front door. However she realized she had not removed her disguise. This is when she heard another reminder from earlier that scolded, “You’d do us all a favor by not wearing your play clothes in public.”.
“Geez,” she groaned while scurrying behind some of the home’s landscaping. “It’s no fun having to keep hiding away from every pony like this.”
***
Pinkie felt a knot in her stomach as the past twenty-four hours all came flooding into her mind as she looked for another way into the home that was more ‘discrete’.
“I’ve really stepped in the taffy this time,” she thought. “No pony will want me to ever be their party planner or welcome-welcome-welcome smile-smile-smile pony if word spreads about how mean I was to the new family in town.”
For a moment she thought on how those in the milk bar preferred to keep themselves unknown to the general public. However those in the milk bar and D&N were all ponies she knew from around Ponyville. All who could just decide to not ask her to ever be a part of their lives again for what she had done to Swaddle Puff. She’d be seen just like Spoiled Rich. She’d be a background pony who’d be acknowledged but not in the same way she had come to love since moving to Ponyville and being welcomed in by Mr. and Mrs. Cake despite how jovial and childish and…
Pinkie suddenly felt like she was going to lose her cotton candy. The Cakes met her as a filly going on mare and did not ever make her feel unwelcome for how she was. They embraced her, nurtured her, and taught her how to bake all the yummy treats she wanted to keep making and sharing since the fateful day she got her cutie mark.
“And then there’s me,” she pouted while leaning against the back of the house. “A super big-”
KA-REEK
FWOOSH!
“-Whoa!” shrieked Pinkie as she felt herself pulled quickly downward.
FUMP!
The next thing Pinkie saw was that she had landed inside a giant crib. She was surrounded by bars in a dimly lit room. No pony was there. She was trapped. She was alone.
“And I deserve to be this way!” she wailed as she broke out into tears. “I’m a bad, bad pony!"