Pinkie Pie awoke in her room above the bakery with a smile. A smile which, everypony was convinced, was permanently plastered onto her face. She hopped off the bed with one energetic motion, landing swiftly on the ground without making a noise. Outside the window, she could see it was a bright and shiny day. She smiled, knowing Pinkie's mere presence would make it even brighter.
She then started humming a gleeful tune, and made a few bounces to her door. A sharp pain shot up from her forehoof to the rest of her leg. The pink pony responded with a loud scream as she jumped and slammed into a wall behind her, flailing her legs wildly. It appeared the twins had conspired against her, and left a strategically placed jumping jack on her floor. After falling for that trick a second time, Pinkie could think of no better time to throw a forgiveness party.
"Pinkie?" A voice came from outside her door. Hoofsteps were heard, and a moment later, the door opened.
"Pinkie dear, are you okay? We heard a scream." Mrs Cake came through the door with a worried look on her face.
"We're not getting sued, are we?" Mr Cake said with an even more worried look on his face. His wife glared at him. One look at Pinkie Pie answered the question.
"It's my hoof. The twins left one of their toys out." The pink pony tried to get standing, but the pain plopped her right back down.
"Mrs Cake, what do I do? I have to help my friends today, and I have to throw a forgiveness party for the twins."
"I'm not sure what you can do with your hoof hurt like that." Mrs Cake thought for a moment.
"Well, now that I think about it, I might have just what you need." Mrs Cake left the room to get something. There was an awkward moment of silence between Pinkie and Mr Cake before he could hold his question no more.
"So, we aren't getting sued?"
Pinkie Pie tried to come up with a response to that. Pinkie could think of no reply. None. Zip. Nada. She had to think of an answer, and fast. Think, think, think.
Scanning... No results found.
Initiating failsafe response.
"Uhhhhhh." was all she said.
"Pinkie, I have just what you need right here." Mrs Cake entered the room and held out a stack of fluffy white socks, pressed and tailored for wearing. Pinkie Pie didn't understand what they were for, so she put them on her ears. Nothing happened, but damn, did her ears feel cozy. The other two must have been for double-layered softness!
"Thanks, Mrs Cake! These are sure to help me." Pinkie Pie said as she steadily got up.
"Pinkie, that's not what socks are for. If you put them on your hooves, you'll have an easier time walking around... or bouncing around... or whatever it is you do."
Pinkie Pie took the the two socks off her ears and put her injured forehoof into one of them. Upon impact with her hoof, the sock began to work its magic. Instantly, the pain from stepping on the jack had vanished. She put the other three socks on her hooves.
And what happened then, well, in Ponyville they say, Pinkie's large smile grew three sizes that day.
"Wow! These are great, Mrs Cake. I can't wait to show them to my friends. I'm gonna run with them, and jump with them, and swim with them, and break the fourth wall with them." Pinkie took a moment to gasp in wonderment.
"I know! I'll throw a sock party! Everypony who attends gets one free sock."
Pinkie was now bouncing around the room, ecstatic with her thoughts of sock-shaped-cake, sock streamers, confetti made of shredded pieces of socks. The possibilities were endless. But first, there were things that needed to be done. The Cakes left the room when they saw Pinkie was now clearly fine.
Realizing she had places to be, she bounced over to her drawer, and started to rummage through her clothes. After a moment of searching and a loud "aha," Pinkie pulled out what she was looking for. Sandals.
Applejack needed some help working on her farm today, though this time, Pinkie would actually be bucking the trees, instead of just catching apples with a basket on her head. She was warned of the strain the tree bark would cause to a newcomer's hooves, and Pinkie wasn't intent on bucking trees with an injured hoof. The sandals would make bucking the trees a whole lot less painful.
She'd never heard of socks being worn with sandals, but in hindsight, she'd never heard of socks in the first place. She put her hooves into the sandals, and using her teeth, pulled the straps tight around her lower legs. After giving each hoof a quick shake, she found that bouncing was a little harder in sandals, but she would adjust.
After skipping into the hall, she passed by the twins' room and stopped at the doorway.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your party, you little bastards." Pinkie said smiling, with a wink as she continued on her way.
Downstairs, breakfast was waiting for her on the counter. Cupcakes and hay bacon. Pinkie Pie scarfed down the cupcake with lightning speed. She ate each hay bacon strip one at a time, repeating the same thing before each piece.
"Hay bacon strips. Hay bacon strips. Hay bacon strips. Hay bacon strips."
After she was finished with her breakfast, she got up from the table to do some stretches. A short stretch never hurt anypony. Mr Cake came into the room, seeing the pink pony stretching her back. When she stretched her legs, Mr Cake saw she was wearing sandals. Not only sandals, but there were socks under the sandals. Mr Cake stared at them for a moment before turning around and muttering something to himself. Thinking he was seeing things, he looked back at the stretching pony. No, no, those were definitely what he thought they were. He didn't think it possible, but there it was.
Mr Cake did a double take and trotted up the stairs to contemplate what he just saw.
"Huh. That's weird." said Pinkie. "He didn't even say hi... Oh well."
Pinkie Pie looked down at her new style. When she thought about it, it did look a little strange. But who knows, maybe she's creating a whole new fashion. Rarity would be so proud!
Humming a cheery melody, Pinkie Pie hopped to the door with her socks and sandals. She was excited for the day and all the wonderful things she would do with her friends. The helping, the partying, and all the while sporting her fluffy new fashion. Opening the front door, Pinkie Pie smiled at the innocent, unsuspecting world.
The day of reckoning has come.