The party was raving. Ghouls and monsters and creatures filled the grand ballroom. They danced, they socialized, they drank, they caused good-natured pandemonium and chaos. Everybody - er - everything was having a great time.
Knock! Knock!
Morticia Addams excused herself from the party and approached the front door. Thing turned the doorknob, and pulled the door open.
Morticia quirked an eyebrow. "Cousin Itt?" she hesitantly asked.
A hoof parted the purple hair to reveal a face. "I'm afraid not, Morticia, darling." Rarity sighed, "I apologize for arriving late to your soiree, but as you can see I've run into some poison joke on the way here."