Sunlight filtered through the gently swaying leaves as Twilight Sparkle trotted down a well-worn path within Ponyville’s main park, her destination a bench situated on a slight hill not too far away, where someone stood waiting for her.
“’Sup, Princess,” Parody waved as Twilight approached.
“Good morning, Parody,” Twilight stopped in front of the bench. “You said you had something you wanted to show me?”
“Oh yeah,” Parody leaned down and grabbed something off the bench next to him. “Trust me, this is gonna blow your socks off.” He held out what looked like long strips of white fabric.
Twilight tilted her head, “What’s that?”
“Socks.”
“Socks?” Twilight blinked.
“Yeah. I mean, I can’t exactly blow your socks off if you aren’t wearing any.”
“Wait, you want me to wear them?” Twilight glanced around at the surrounding park. “Out here?” There weren’t very many ponies out, but still…
“What? They’re just socks. I’m wearing ‘em now.” Parody pulled up on his pants to show off his socks.
Twilight let out a sigh, “Fine.” It wasn’t a big deal or anything, it was just a little embarrassing. Twilight put the socks on and then looked back up at Parody, “So, what exactly was it that you wanted to show me?”
“Alright, check this out,” Parody pulled a remote out from under his cape. “I call them ‘Rocket Socks’.” He pressed the button.
Suddenly, Twilight’s world was flipped as her legs were swept out from under her, and she bashed her head against the ground. Dazed, she noticed streaks of white flying away in a sea of blue.
“Pretty cool, right?”
Twilight glanced up at the bright grin on Parody’s face.
“I told ya it’d blow your socks off.”
Twilight stared, almost in disbelief. “You… that… but… ugh…” She laid back down on the ground, a headache forming that had nothing to do with the sudden trauma to her cranium.