There's a crappy ten second opening theme playing while the lights are dim and so the audience begins clapping and cheering. As the stage lights up, Sir Bearington stands there in a suit grinning his stitched mouth widely.
"Hello, hello, everybody. I am Sir Bearington, the cuddliest evil minion and your host."
The audience claps and whoops.
"We've got a great show planned tonight with a very, very special guest."
Oo's escape the audience's lips.
"The one, the only supreme queen of the eternal void beyond, Nightmare Moon, Moonie," Sir Bearington bellows over the audiences thunderous cheers and clapping.
A light flicks on above you, revealing you to all which causes the crowd to get even louder. Truly, your subjects don't just love you, they adore you. You find yourself raising your head proudly with a haughty air and they love it.
"Alright folks," cheerfully shouts Sir Bearington, "If you keep that up we will never get to know our dearest mistress."
Instantly, the audience falls silent. There's a few hushed whispers here and there but they go deathly silent once more.
"Before we get to the interview, a bit of news in the world. Don't worry, I'll be quick. It seems all the bakeries in Canterlot have had to stop selling cakes to the Princess of the sun," Sir Bearington delivers the Celestial object with scorn to which the crowd jeers in unison, "It appears she has CAKED on the pounds."
You let out a single loud "HA!" and the crowd roars into laughter, eager to appease the night and Equestria's true ruler.
"And also, here in Ponyville, it seems the Mayor's ever iron grip has not waned as his attention and security was rigorously tested. Thieves, identities unknown, tried to steal a cookie from the kitchen jar multiple times. But Anonymous' vigilance caught them each time before they were given an early bed time."
At this, the crowd begins to chant, "Down with the false tyrant, up with Moonie!" Until Sir Bearington gestures for them to simmer down.
"And finally, we have a special bit of news. It appears we might be getting a pet--"
Sir Bearington was interrupted by the eruption from the audience as they all begin to scream, cheer, and shriek as loud as possible in the excitement. It takes several moments for them to tire themselves out enough for Sir Bearington to roar for silence.
"He has been seen going into a pet shop to look around and talk to the mare on the register TWICE now. So this will be our vote for tonight's show. What pet should we get? Option one, a dragon but better than Twilight's. Option 2, a three-headed Tartarus hound. Lastly, option 3, phoenix. We will tally the votes and reveal the answer at the end of the program."
The audience claps and a little quick jingle plays from a nearby band as Sir Bearington waddles over to sit behind his desk.
"Now, Mistress Moonie, may I call you that?"
"Yes," you nod, "I also accept; my queen, your majesty, empress, eternal one, princess of the night, the mare in the moon, the terribly tenacious tyrant of timeless totality, and obviously Nightmare Moon."
Sir Bearington joins in with the audience's chuckle.
"I would like to ask the question that is on everyone's lips. Mare, Stallion, filly, and colt alike. When will you be taking over again?"
The crowd lets out hushed whispers in eager anticipation.
"I have a special announcement on that for your guests, Sir Bearington."
His soft plushy head bops up and down as he too eagerly awaits your declaration.
"THIS VERY MOMENT," you howl before erupting into maniacal evil laughter.
Suddenly the show comes to a grinding halt. You're sitting there in your room, surrounded by your toys, as the door creaks open.
The human's face peers in before speaking in a very weary voice, "Moonie, it's 4am."
"I know so you're really cutting into my me time here."
With a tired sigh, Anon rubs his face and leaves you be. Anonymous' interruption spoiled your immersion quite considerably so you decide just to have Sir Bearington wrap up the show hastily and get to plotting some prank to wake Anon up with in a few hours. Perhaps something involving cake batter.