It was a boring, rainy day in Ponyville, because you can't have bright and sunny days all the time. Especially not when another storm was overdue from the previous week.
As a result, business was slow at Sugarcube corner. But that didn't stop Pinkie Pie from baking loads of pastries for fun.
"Pinkie, if we can't sell those cupcakes by the end of the day, we have to throw them out," said Mr. Cake. "We will lose a lot of our revenue."
"But why must we stop baking cupcakes? I love baking," replied Pinkie Pie.
"Thank you, Pinkie. But we can't be wasting food now can we?"
"I'll just eat whatever we don't sell. It's no big deal."
As Pinkie Pie grabbed another tray of uncooked cupcakes, Mr. Cake slammed the oven door shut.
"No Pinkie. I don't want to make more than we can sell unless it is a special occasion."
"Mr. Cake, you have to be nicer to the oven door." The pink mare's smile had turned into a frown. "I don't think doors like getting slammed all the time."
"Pinkie, its a door. It doesn't have feelings."
Pinkie gasped loudly. "MR. CAKE! How could you be so insensitive? How would you like it a door slammed you? How would you like it if doors didn't care about YOUR feelings?"
Mr. Cake didn't answer but walked away rolling his eyes. "Typical Pinkie." As he moved out of the kitchen into the lobby, Pinkie's ears began to flop uncontrollably.
"Uh, oh," she said.
Then her eyes fluttered, then her knees twitched.
"Mr. Cake! Watch out for the door!"
He got the message too late. The upper half of the two-part door slammed right into Mr. Cake's face. Rubbing his head, he called out to his wife, who was busy upstairs. "Honeybun, I thought we agreed to close the windows on rainy days."
"I DID close the windows," she replied.
Mr. Cake checked all the windows in the store. They were indeed, closed.
That's funny. Why would a door open quickly for no reason.
"Simple," said the pink mare behind him. "He wanted payback injuring his friend."
How did she read my... whatever, I don't have time for this. "Pinkie, why don't you take the rest of the day off. Business is slow anyway."
"Okey, dokey, lokey." The pink mare bounced toward the lobby, but stopped to address the door that hit Mr. Cake in the face. "Two wrongs don't make a right, mister. You should apologize to Mr. Cake."
Mr. Cake rolled his eyes as the party pony went out to play in the rain.
***
Unlike most ponies, Pinkie Pie loved the rain. Her parents would never let her go out into the rain. She would always jump in the biggest puddle to make as big of a splash as possible.
If only my friends could see how much fun this was.
As she moved to jump in a puddle, she heard a large crash coming from Carousel Boutique.
Pinkie Pie ran over and opened the door to Carousel Boutique. A table was overturned, clothing racks were toppled over, and Rarity was using one of the hooks to try to pry open the door to her bathroom.
"Hi Rarity. Whatcha doin'?"
"RRRRGGGHH! Trying to get the door to the bathroom open. For some reason it's stuck and I have to go really badly." She took the hook out and bucked the door. "What is WRONG with you?"
"Rarity! Be nicer to the door! It isn't going to open if you do that. You have to say the magic words. Allow me." Pinkie Pie walked up to the door. "Could you please open up for my dear friend Rarity?"
The door did not respond.
"SERIOUSLY? Stop joking around and do something to break it down!" complained Rarity as she started to run in place for having to go.
Pinkie put her hoof to her chin as she was thinking up ideas. "What we need, is a battering ram. I'll go get one. Why don't you just run to Sugarcube corner and use our bathroom?"
"Thank you," said Rarity as she ran toward the front door.
Suddenly Pinkie Pie's ears flopped, and her eyes fluttered, and her knees twitched. "STOP!" she shouted.
This time Rarity managed to stop at the entrance to her boutique. As she did, the door slammed shut on her. Rarity attempted to open the door but it was jammed.
"AHHHHHHHHH! I have to go!" she whined.
Pinkie Pie ran into the kitchen and picked up an empty glass jar. "Here, Rarity. Use this."
"Pinkie, that is disgusting. I'm not going to do that."
"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go."
"Rrrrgh, fine. Don't tell anyone about this." Rarity grabbed the jar and flew into a dressing room to take care of business.
Now why would doors not want Rarity to go to the bathroom? thought Pinkie. Well, no more Mrs nice pony. Those doors need a lesson about inconsiderate behavior.
Pinkie looked for a way to escape Carousel Boutique. Turns out it would be the same way that she breaks into buildings: the chimney.
After popping out the top of the chimney, she slid down the roof and landed on the ground. She shook the soot off of her body before heading toward the farms. She dashed toward a sheep pasture near one of the farms. When she tried to open the door to the pen, splinters dug into her hoof.
That's weird, now the door to the sheep pen is against us too? Why are doors being so mean?
After picking the splinters out, she hopped over the fence and grabbed a ram named Sam the Ram.with her hooves and tied him up.
"What are you doing to me?" he shouted.
"Sorry, but I need your help for just a second."
Pinkie ran back toward Carousel Boutique, carrying Sam on her back. When she arrived she got up on her hind legs and positioned the ram's head toward the door. The ram immediately tried to squirm out of his ropes once he realized what was about to happen.
"Don't worry, Rarity. I brought a ram to break down the gate."
Pinkie rammed the ram's horns into the entrance to Carousel Boutique. After a minute, Pinkie was able to break in. As Pinkie dropped Sam the ram, he collapsed on the ground from the abuse that was inflicted on him.
As Pinkie walked into Carousel Boutique, she heard a scream coming from across the room.
"Help me!" shouted Rarity. She was caught in her bathroom doorway. The door looked like it was suffocating her.
"No! Bad door!" Pinkie said as she grabbed Sam to ram down that door as well.
After a few smacks, Rarity was free from her trap.
"You were right, Pinkie. The doors, THEY'RE AFTER US." Rarity was shivering in terror.
"How did you even get stuck in the door?" asked Pinkie.
"This one looked like it was working when it finally opened up, but then it tried to squeeze me to death when I entered the doorway."
"We'll have to warn the others before they end up trapped by the doors too."
The two ponies ran out of the Carousel Boutique into the pouring rain. Their first stop was the library.
"Can I leave now?" asked Sam, who was still under Pinkie's custody.
"Never! You are our only weapon against the doors."
The bounded ram scowled as he bumped up and down on Pinkie's back.