You suggested the light tunnel.
“Phew!” Pinkie exclaimed, “That’s a relief. I thought you were gonna pick the dark tunnel.”
You assured her you wouldn’t make a decision as dumb as that. She wheeled you into the light tunnel, where both you and she saw the beautiful morning sky.
“Freedom, here we come!” she shouted as she ran towards the exit.
Unfortunately, she didn't bother to stop and look down at the floor because, if she did, then she would have noticed that the tunnel’s ending would result in both you and her falling into the ocean. She pulled out a sign that said ‘uh-oh’ as both you and she floated in mid-air before spontaneously descending into the ocean. You screamed for your mother at the top of your lungs.
SPLASH!
You floated up to the surface and, using your broken hooves, clung onto a piece of driftwood for dear life. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that your hooves are now made of wool. Just another question to add to the list of questions you had about this heist. Pinkie bobbed up to the surface and hopped onto the driftwood.
“Oopsie!” she said, “That didn’t go as planned. Good thing we got this driftwood. So, should I call for help or should we start swimming our way back?”