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// FoME's Alicorns, Inc. (Ashfur's "Put that crown back where it came from") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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It said something about the past several years that nopony even blinked when the rulers of the nation teleported into Ponyville Square, a suspiciously sticky fluid working its way down their ethereal manes. "Twilight, wait!" cried Celestia.

To her relief, Twilight did stop, though the furious expression she wore when she turned around offered no such comfort. "What?"

Celestia's heart sank. This was it. This was Twilight's breaking point. Like Sunset before her, she'd finally been pushed too far. If Celestia was lucky, her former student would at least stay in the same universe.

Luna rolled her eyes, tuned out her sister's apocalyptic mutterings, and said, "'Twas merely a jest, Twilight. A rehearsal for a mummer's show!"

Twilight still looked one step away from bursting into flames. Again. After Luna jabbed Celestia's ribs, the largest alicorn added, "Luna means a musical."

The rage leaked out of Twilight, only to be replaced with flat disbelief. "Really."

Celestia nodded so fast, a few drops of alchemical glue went flying... for about an inch, before it set and gave her possibly permanent cowlicks. "Oh yes. It's called, uh..."

Luna jumped in. "'Put That Crown Back Where It Came From, or So Help Me.'"

Twilight stared at them. They stared back, smiling wide enough that their cheeks hurt.

Pinkie bounced between them like a tumbleweed in a Mild West standoff. "Seems legit!"