To say that Twilight Sparkle was drunk would be a severe understatement. No, she was drunk as a skunk that was as drunk as an alcoholic Irishman who had caught his wife cheating on him and then snuck into a brewery. Not only that, but she wanted to dance. But not just to any music, no. She wanted to spice up this party, and the Pony Polka just wasn't enough for her to 'get her groove on'. She had just the thing. She had found the record sticking out of a dumpster marked 'to be incinerated', and had brought it home. The song on the record had a great rhythm to it, and she knew it was just what this party needed. It took some effort, but she had managed to convince Pinkie to let her switch the record.
When the record began playing, the librarian barreled into the dance floor and began to shake what her momma gave her. She was the best dancer ever!
At least she thought so. The rest of the party-goers didn't agree. The crowd had formed a wide breadth around her, and stared in terror as Twilight performed what may have been the worst dancing in the history of Equestria. Combined with the nail-on-chalkboard nature of the 'music' she had put on, the result was downright terrifying. Rarity had barely managed to keep from fainting, Pinkie Pie had managed to go cross-eyed at the scene, and Applejack could do little but hold her mouth open. The only pony that wasn't gawking at Twilight was Berry Punch, and that was because she was as drunk, if not more so, than her.
Suddenly, a black form flung itself through the window. The ponies watched in shock as an undisguised changeling buzzed onto the dance floor. Angrily chittering, it pushed Twilight into the crowd with the black disk it held in its mouth. The rest of the party attendees looked on, baffled, as the bug-pony marched to the record player and threw the record in it onto the ground with its magic before smashing it under its hooves. It then gingerly set the disk in its mouth into the player and set the needle.
As the music began playing, a green aura enveloped the light switch and turned it off. A moment later, the changeling began flicking the lights to the beat of the song, as it began to... dance.
Every few seconds, the changeling would change both its form and dance, going from the robot, to the worm, to dances not even Pinkie had seen before. Soon enough, however, the song had ended. Turning the lights back on, the changeling calmly walked out of the front door. Nopony in the bakery was sure what to say, until Twilight, tipsy as she was, broke the dumbfounded silence.
"Was... *hic*. Was my dancing really that bad?"