“Laaaaa laaaala lalalalalalalalal.” Pepsi hums down the streets the Ponyville. The streets are filled with ponies as they go about their daily lives. Pepsi stops at the Apple family stand, and speaks with Applebloom.
“Hey there, you new ‘round here?” Pepsi looked towards Applebloom.
“Nope, I’ve been here for my whole life.” Pepsi looked through the apples. “So, are you running shop today, Applebloom?” Applebloom looked at the apples.
“Oh, yeah. I’m running it today.” Applebloom looks left and right.
“What’s wrong, Applebloom?” Applebloom jumped.
“Nothing’s wrong!” Applebloom yelled. Just then, a loud screech came from the Apple’s farm.
“ALL OUR APPLES HAVE BEEN STOLEN!” Applejack screamed.
“BURGLARS, BURGLARS!” Granny Smith screamed.
“I BET IT WAS FLIM AND FLAM, I’LL KILL THEM AND MAKE THEM INTO CIDER!” Applejack threatened the brothers.
“WHERE’S APPLEBLOOM?” Granny Smith screamed.
“THEY TOOK APPLEBLOOM?” Applejack and Granny’s wails were heard from the market. Pepsi looked at Applebloom, who is packing a bag.
“Where are you going, they are worried?” Pepsi then figured it out. “Why did you take the apples?” Applebloom looked downcast.
“I want my cutie mark, but they won’t let me sell the apples.” Applebloom broke into tears. “I just want to continue the Apple family tradition. Yet whenever I try, I fail!” Applebloom wailed loudly. Applejack came galloping down the street. She saw Applebloom crying and galloped up.
“Applebloom, you’re okay? And …… THE APPLES?” Applejack was horrified at her sister’s betrayal. Applebloom looked at Applejack and pointed towards the barn. The two went off to the barn, with the apples in tow.
“I hope that Applebloom isn’t in much trouble.” Pepsi continued on her stroll. She window shopped for most of the early morning, stopping occasionally to check her info page. She sits on a bench, sticks her hoof up and the page appears. She scrolls through, looking at facts and documents. She came across a store that was selling camping supplies. She stops in and looks around.
“What can I get you, Pepsi?” A kind pony, with a sleeping bag as a cutie mark, stepped forward and met Pepsi’s gaze.
“Nope, thanks Camper.” Camper looks at her, seeing how she stares at the supplies.
“Are you and the girls going camping?” Pepsi’s head shot up.
“That’s a great idea, thanks.” Pepsi ran off.
“Um… she didn’t buy them. Hopefully she comes back; no one else wants camping supplies.” Camper slouched in a chair and reminisced to the days when people would buy everything in his store immediately.
Pepsi ran back to her house to write invites to her friends for a camping trip. Pepsi’s house has a red pain exterior. She trotted up to the door and pushed a white button on the side. Once pressed, a microphone came out of the wall. A song was played over a quiet speaker (The Song) . “Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.” Once the song was named, the door unlocked. Once the door opened, many musical devices were revealed. Gramophones, portable tape players, CDs, albums, and millions of other musically devices, all neatly organized by artists and years. “All the girls will love the idea. It is fool proof.” Pepsi squeed in happiness. She wrote her invite on a paper with G-Clefs on all the corners. Pepsi picked up a quill with her hoof and began writing.
Dear Girls,
I would like to invite you to a campout in the woods next week. I believe it would be a wonderful experience to greatly strengthen our bonds of friendship. Please RSVP ASAP whenever you can.
Sincerely yours,
Pepsi.
Pepsi looked at her letter, checking for mistakes. “Wait, should I put my address on it?” Pepsi thought. “They know where I live, right?” Pepsi thought harder. “Oh, I know. I’ll bring them the letters personally. Then they can answer me immediately.” Pepsi smiled and sealed the letters in 4 envelopes. She grabbed a small basket, and put the letters in it. She started trotting down the street.
“What’s that Pep?” Suddenly Pinkie Pie came by and stood above Pepsi.
“Oh, I’m delivering these invites to Kindle, Chromia, Saffire, and Ivy. What are you doing Pinkie?” Pinkie ignored Pepsi’s question, instead staring at the basket.
“Invite? Like for a party?” Pinkie stared at Pepsi evilly. Pinkie would probably cook Pepsi if she didn’t invite Pinkie Pie, the queen of Equestrian Parties, to a party.
“No, a campout.” Pinkie stared at Pepsi, as Pepsi started to sweat. Pinkie’s stare started to burn through Pepsi’s coat, straight to her soul. Pepsi started to feel sorry for Pinkie. Then, Pepsi thought about her new feelings. Why? Why is she feeling bad? It isn’t a party. “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pepsi smiled as she danced the ritual Pinkie Promise. All who dare do the Pinkie Promise remember the tale of the pony that broke the promise to Pinkie. Into Sugarcube Corner that morning, never to come out again. On a different note, the baked goods that day tasted delightfully different.
“Okie Dokey, Pepsy.” Then Pinkie hopped off. Pepsi sighed in relief; she lives for one more day. She then continued on to deliver her invites.
She first arrived at Saffire’s house. It is a slick house with a rubber cover that goes around the sides of her house. The “door” is a black screen that, once activated, shows a number pad. Pepsi walked up to the door, ringing the “doorbell” that was also a touch screen. No response. Pepsi thought back to what Saffire told her, enter the password and slide. Pepsi touched the “door”. The number pad appeared with a picture in the background. Pepsi looked at the top right hand corner of the “door”.
“Low battery?” She puzzled over this message. Instead she put numbers into the number pad. “Okay, it is a four number code. Let’s see… oh her birthday!” 1-7-0-3. *BZZT*. The buzz stifled Pepsi’s mood. “Why is she so difficult?” The low battery sign continued to irritate. “Oh, I’m her best friend. It must be my birthday.” Pepsi blushed and imputed her second guess. 8-9-9-4. *BZZT*. Another fail. Pepsi gave up and started imputing random, simple codes. 1-1-1-1, *BZZT*. 1-1-1-2, *BZZT*. 1-2-3-4, *BZZT*. 0-0-0-0, *BZZT*. “WHY?” Pepsi was almost in tears. She is being bested by a door! “IVY’S BIRTHDAY!” 9-8-9-5, *BZZT*. “WHYYYYY?” Pepsi was fully in tears, but was determined. “Kindle, please, please be Kindle’s birthday.” 1-1-0-7, *BZZT*. “NOOOOOOOO!! Wait, CHROMIA! It has to be.” 9-2-0-8, …*BZZT*. A message pops up. “Huh? Fail once more, and file wipe will occur? What in Celestia does that mean? Wait, it means I’m close. Must be multiple locks.” 5-6-3-.
“STOPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Saffire came running at Pepsi before she could finish. “What, what are you doing? You were about to destroy my house… also you’re running out my battery!” Saffire pushed Pepsi aside into the dust. Before Pepsi recovered, Saffire imputed the code. “Would you like the honor?” Saffire pointed to the sign saying “SLIDE”. Pepsi jumped up and slide the button over. Once it reached the end, the door opened. “See, simple.” Pepsi wondered at the interior of Saffire’s house. It was very sleek and most of the furniture was silver or black. Saffire slid a lever and made the lights in the house turn on. The silver furniture glistened on the black rug.
“Wow.” Pepsi was very impressed with the display.
“Yeah, I know, I’m awesome. Now what did you need?” Saffire looked at Pepsi, still distracted by the décor.
“Oh yeah, here is an invite to a campout.” Saffire lifted the envelope with her magic. She reads it over and glances over the top of the letter at the anxiously waiting Pepsi. “I’ll think about it. I’m busy right now, but I’ll get back to you once I’m done.” Pepsi thanked her and went off. As Pepsi left, she saw that Saffire was taking her door off its hinges and plugged into a charger.
Pepsi next arrived at Ivy’s house. She marveled at the exterior, being very old and reminiscent of olden pony time. The old wood has a distorted color that looked to be blue once. Pepsi rang the doorbell, praying not to have to deal with another “mental torture lock”. Ivy came to the door, her mane all disheveled.
“Morning, Pepsi. What can I do for you?”
“I wanted the 5 of us to go on a camping trip next week, I’m handing out invites.” Ivy takes a letter from the basket, opens it and reads the letter.
“Sure, I’d love to. Not now right?”
“No, next week.”
“Okay, good. I’ve got something downloading. Gotta watch it, because it is a 5 hour download. Don’t want it to crash on me. Bye now.” Ivy disappeared into her house, tripping over a mat and slamming into the ground.
“Okay. Off I go.” Pepsi smiles as she vacates the porch of Ivy’s house.
“Next up is Chromia.” Pepsi trotted up to the door of Chromia. Her house was red, green, and yellow. All very nice and refurbished. Pepsi walks up to the green door, and rings the multi-colored doorbell. The chipper Chromia came galloping down the stairs. She flung open the door and greeted Pepsi.
“GOOD MORNING, PEPSI!” Chromia beamed. Pepsi peeked behind Chromia to see inside. All the furniture and all the walls, paints, and everything else is new and vibrant. All nice and colorful. Then Pepsi saw the line of modems and information processors. Pepsi counted at least 10 of each. “Oh that is my info control. Since sooo many ponies use Chrome, I need these to keep Chrome running.” Chromia laughs at her impressive display. “So what do you need, Pepsi?”
“I wanted to go on a campout next week with the girls. So I’m handing out invitations. So what do you think?” Chromia takes the envelope and opens it quickly. Chromia started to hover in place. She paced in the air as she read the note and thought of her response.
“I’m in! But I’m working right now, sorry I can’t ask you to stay.” Chromia looked downcast and apologetic. Pepsi told her it was okay since she needed to give the final invite to Kindle. Chromia shook Pepsi’s hoof and went off into her house. Pepsi was off to her final destination. She is very tired with all that she has done today.
“Hahah, this is it.” Pepsi laughed at Kindle’s red, stone house. The entire house was stone from the door to the roof. She knocked at the door and heard Kindle yell back for her to wait a moment. Kindle ran over to the door and opened in.
“Good morning, Pepsi. What do you need? Sorry I’m busy, so can you make it quick, sorry?”
“Okay, I’ll be quick. I wanted to go out on a campout next week with you and the others. I’m handing out invites now. So what do you think?” Pepsi’s tone was tired and slow. The tedious greeting has been ringing in her ears. Kindle takes the envelope and checks the outside of it. “Oh, this isn’t a prank letter.”
“I gotta check.” She opens the letter and reads the letter. “I would be delighted, thanks.”
“Hurray, so what are you doing?” Kindle smiled and replied.
“I’m cooking muf-.” Kindle stopped, knowing what was coming, and tried to stop Pepsi.
“Okay, don’t BURN yourself!” Pepsi turned and laughed. Kindle rolled her eyes and shut the door quickly, slamming the stone door into Pepsi’s flank. Pepsi recovered, and turned to the door. “HEY!” Kindle laughed from the other side of the door. Pepsi chuckled, knowing she deserved it, and yawned. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she trotted back to her house. She got in her bed and pulled the covers over herself. “Hmm… I can’t wait to go camping.” Pepsi smiled, yawned, and then drifted off to sleep.