Scene ii
After Apple Bloom and Granny Smith had left, the lighting on the stage became darker, giving Pinkie an intimidating presence. She looked like she was ready to tell a scary story.
"No sooner had Apple Bloom had gone, a great, fierce timberwolf emerged from the Everfree Forest."
As Beauty Brass played her sousaphone, the timberwolf made its way onto the stage. It let out several deep-throated snarls; its noxious breath causing ponies to cringe in disgust.
"Yeesh, that's one smelly timberwolf," said Pinkie, wrinkling her nose. "Discord, can we do something about this? I'm betting it's gonna drive our audience away."
"On it," said Discord with a snap of his fingers. With that, the ventilation system kicked in, clearing out most of the putrid fumes.
"Thank you," said Pinkie, turning back to her script. "Now then, this timberwolf was particularly nasty. As everypony knows, timberwolves typically hunt in packs. But this one was kicked out of the pack for reasons unknown. As such, it was not in a particularly good mood."
Discord snapped his fingers again, and the timberwolf became agitated. It let out a powerful roar that echoed throughout the theater.
"So, because it was in such a bad mood, it decided to take it out on whatever it happened to bump into. Any animal that saw it knew to steer clear."
The timberwolf continued to prowl around the stage, roaring and snarling. It then noticed Opal and arched its back; its green eyes narrowing.
"When Opal saw the timberwolf, she quickly climbed up the tree, further proving what a smart kitty she is."
Opal didn't need to be told twice. As Slick Licks laid out some slick tunes, she let out a frightened meow and dashed up the tree as quick as a wink.
"Mrs. Duckworth, however, was too frightened to think," said Pinkie. "She quacked, and in her foolishness, jumped out of the pond!"
However, Mrs. Duckworth did nothing of the sort. She ducked her head under the water, shivering with fright. Pinkie placed her hooves on her hips and began tapping her foot again.
"I said, Mrs. Duckworth jumped out of the pond!" she repeated.
"Um, I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie," said Fluttershy, emerging from backstage. "Mrs. Duckworth still doesn't like the script."
Pinkie sighed. "Flutters, Discord and I both Pinkie Promise that she'll be alright. Don't you trust us?"
"Well, I do," said Fluttershy. "But Mrs. Duckworth doesn't trust Discord."
"Oh, what a shock!" yelled a heckler from the audience. "I'm betting that timberwolf's real, and Discord brought it in to attack us!"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha," Discord said dryly. "Pinkie, I think this joker should play the part of the duck."
"Uh, yeah. A bit too harsh there, Discord," said Pinkie. "Though you're right about one thing, that heckler's pretty rude. We should get him out of here."
"Agreed," said Discord. "And I know the perfect way to do so."
He then snapped his fingers. In a flash of light, a stallion was found stuffed into Beauty Brass's sousaphone.
"HEY!" Beauty Brass boomed, annoyed by this turn of events.
"Nothing to worry about. We're just getting rid of a heckler," said Discord. "Maestro?"
Noteworthy shrugged and continued conducting. Taking a deep breath, Beauty Brass blew into her sousaphone, and to her shock sent the heckler flying out the door.
"Don't worry, he's fine!" Discord reassured the audience. "He just had to take part in some physical humor. You know how it is."
Pinkie giggled. "I hate to admit it, but that was kinda funny," she said, turning back to Fluttershy. "Now, can you please convince Mrs. Duckworth that she'll be alright? We need to get back to the show."
"O-okay," said Fluttershy. She talked to Mrs. Duckworth for a while before heaving a great sigh. "I'm sorry, Pinkie. She's not budging."
"Oh, for goodness's sake," Discord groaned. He then snapped his fingers, and Mrs. Duckworth was propelled out of the pond and found herself face-to-face with the timberwolf.
"Thank you, Discord," said Pinkie, turning back to the script. "Anyway, the timberwolf began to chase Mrs. Duckworth all over the meadow!"
Just as Pinkie narrated, Mrs. Duckworth ran all over the stage; the Timberwolf at her heels.
"But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't escape! The timberwolf was getting nearer, and nearer, and nearer! It was catching up with her!"
The chase continued for a while, until the timberwolf had Mrs. Duckworth cornered against a tree.
"And finally, it caught her, and with one snap of its jaws, ate her."
The timberwolf snapped its jaws, and Mrs. Duckworth disappeared in a puff of feathers. The audience gasped in horror. Discord smiled.
"Time to uphold my Pinkie Promise," he said to himself, snapping his fingers.
As Babs played a sorrowful tune on her oboe, a wooden cage marked 'Timberwolf's Stomach' descended from above. Inside the cage was none other than Mrs. Duckworth, looking surprised and confused as she paced the cage. Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief.
"At least she's okay for real," she whispered, a ghost of a smile crossing her face. The cage then disappeared into the rafters, and Pinkie continued.
"Now, this is how things stood," said Pinkie. "Opal was sitting on one brach of the tree, and Hummingway was sitting on the other. Of course, he wasn't sitting too close to Opal."
Opal eyed Hummingway as he hopped along the branch opposite her. He was starting to get on her nerves, but because of the timberwolf, she restrained herself.
"All the while, the timberwolf paced around and around the tree with hungry eyes," said Pinkie. "For although it was made out of wood, it still couldn't climb up trees. You ponies at home figure that one out."
The timberwolf did as Pinkie narrated, snarling and growling all the while.
"'Oh, who will save us?' Opal wailed. 'Of all the worst things that could happen, this is THE, WORST, POSSIBLE, THING!'"
There was a clearing of the throat from the orchestra pit as Rarity shot Pinkie a dirty look. Pinkie gave her a sheepish grin and continued.
"Little did Opal know that her savior was watching everything that was going on from the safety of her home."
The set changed to a reproduction of Apple Bloom's room, where she was looking out a window.
"'Aw, that poor ducky! And the poor birdie and kitty, too,' Apple Bloom said to herself. 'Ah gotta do somethin' to help them!'"
Apple Bloom gave Pinkie a look. "C'mon, Pinkie. I don't sound like that," she said.
"Shh! This isn't a speaking role!" Pinkie hissed.
"Well, at least have me talk correctly!" Apple Bloom whispered back.
Pinkie sighed. "Look, just wait until Granny Smith falls asleep, steal your sister's rope, and go save the day, will you?"
Apple Bloom gave a sigh of her own. "Fine," she said reluctantly. "But I'd better turn out alright."
"Hey, you saw what happened to Mrs. Duckworth," Pinkie whispered with a reassuring pat on the back. "Everything will be just fine."
Apple Bloom nodded and smiled as she went backstage. When she was gone, Pinkie gulped.
I hope, she added mentally.
End of Scene ii