True to her word, Pinkie Pie went to the entrance of the park everyday at noon in hopes that Braeburn would have the day off from farm work. The normally bouncy mare was standing stoically in one position, patiently waiting for her possible future colt friend to show up and go out with her. For four days the other residents of Ponyville would walk past and wonder what was up with her. It wasn’t everyday they saw Pinkie Pie standing still; some even walked up to her to make sure everything was ok.
“Are you ok, Pinkie Pie?” asked Time Turner, the local clock store owner.
“Sure am, Dr. Whooves,” replied Pinkie, often calling him by his assumed true identity. “Why do you ask?”
Time Turner rolled his eyes whenever she called him “Doctor Whooves.” But, at this point he was used to her and most of the school ponies referring to him by this name. He supposed that’s what he gets for indulging children in their crazy fantasies.
“You’ve been standing here or four days now,” he said. “Everypony is a bit nerved by this. Are you up to something?”
“Well, you could say that,” she replied.
“What, exactly?” he asked with great suspicion.
“I’m going on a date with Applejack’s cousin, Braeburn,” explained Pinkie. “But he said I should decide what we’re gonna do since I always do what others wanna do. So I finally got an idea and I told him to meet me here at the park between noon to 1PM when he has time off from the farm.”
“And you’ve just been standing here everyday at that time in hopes that he’s got the day off?” asked Time Turner.
“Yuperoonydoony!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.
“Why not just have a proper schedule set?” asked Time Turner.
“He’s helping on Sweet Apple Acres, and wasn’t sure when he’d have a day off,” she kept explaining. “This way we know what time to meet and where and don’t have to worry about not running into each other.”
“I suppose I can’t argue with that logic,” said Time Turner, especially when it’s Pinkie Pie logic.
“Are you and Derpy Hooves still seeing each other?” she asked.
“But of course!” exclaimed Time Turner. “We’re very much in love! And I get along wonderfully with Dinky.”
“Soooooooooooo” she began. “Are ya gonna marry her!?”
She then moved her eyebrows up and down at great speed. Time Turner’s whole face went beat red.
“Well…I…um…haven’t t-totally f-figured that out yet,” he fumbled about, sweating like mad. “I I I I mean, sure, w-w-w-we love each other v-v-v-very much.”
“Aw, don’t worry about it, Doc,” giggled Pinkie, nudging Time Turner in the side. “It’ll happen when it happens.”
“Well, yes, of course,” he fumbled to say. “I must be going now. My shop isn’t going to run itself.”
“If it could do that, it wouldn’t need you there,” chuckled Pinkie Pie.
“Indeed,” agreed Time Turner. “Good day, Pinkie Pie.”
“See you later, Doctor Whooves!” exclaimed Pinkie.
Half an hour later, Braeburn Apple came strolling towards the park. Pinkie began hopping in place and waving like mad.
“Hey, Braeburn!” she yelled with great enthusiasm. “Over here! Over Here!”
“Howdy, Pinkie” greeted Braeburn. “Have ya really been comin here everyday waitin fer me to show up?”
“Darn tootin!” she exclaimed with a giant grin. “I told you I would, after all. But, how did you know I was here everyday?”
“Apple Bloom told me,” he explained. “She passes by here when going to her apprenticeship with Hard Hat.”
“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie. “I threw a party for her! I was super duper extra special happy that she finally got her cutie mark!”
“We’re all proud of the little filly,” said Braeburn. “Anyway…whatcha got planned fer us today? Some sort of crazy prankin adventure? A wild party? Bakin several hundred cupcakes?”
“I had something else in mind,” she said with a warm smile.
INSERT DRUM ROLL!
Pinkie Pie led Braeburn into the park, stopping at the playground.
“Here we are,” she announced with glee.
“A playground?” Braeburn said, clearly perplexed.
“Yuparoonydoony!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.
“What are we gonna do at a playground?” he asked.
“Well duh! We’re gonna play, silly,” she said, as if it was obvious.
“But…we’re not kids,” Braeburn pointed out.
“You sure like pointing out the obvious, huh?” said Pinkie Pie.
Braeburn turned bright red with embarrassment.
“I guess it would make more sense if I explained,” said Pinkie. “You told me to think of something for us to do. Well, I decided that I wanted to play on a playground because I’d never played one before.”
“Wait, what?” gasped Braeburn. “How could ya have never played on a playground!? You throw parties constantly and foalsit them Cake twins.”
“Partying isn’t the same as playing, Mr. Silly Pants,” explained Pinkie Pie. “I grew up on a rock farm, there was never any time for playing. And we certainly didn’t have a playground. And sure, I take Pound and Pumpkin Cake here to play, but it’s not the same as playing with somepony who really understands. I mean, when was the last time you got to just play and be a kid?”
Now that Braeburn thought about it, he couldn’t even remember the last time he really played like a kid or as one. He had worked pretty much his entire life, being an only child and all. His only friend growing up was Mal, but of course he had family obligations too.
“Ah’d love to play on the playground with ya, Miss Pinkie,” he exclaimed with a big smile.
“Race ya to the swing set!” the pink party pony exclaimed.
They both raced off to the swing set, laughing like a couple school kids.
“I won!” exclaimed Pinkie.
“No way!” Braeburn retorted. “Ya totally cheated! Ya’ll had a head start on me!”
“Nah uh!” she replied.
“Yah huh!” he argued back.
The two stood there a moment and began to laugh at how foolish they must have sounded. Once they regained their breath, Pinkie sat herself into a swing. Suddenly, Braeburn went behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Ah’m gonna push ya, of course,” he smiled. “That’s what kids do on a playground.”
“Oh yeah,” she blushed. “I guess they do.”
Braeburn started out slow, but soon picked the speed up some (mainly at Pinkie’s request). Both were once again laughing and having a terrific time, when suddenly Pinkie lost her grip on the swing and started flying through the air. Braeburn naturally panicked and went running after her. As she fell, he tried to figure out where she’d fall so he could catch her right.
THUMP!
Pinkie landed right on Braeburn, knocking the wind right out of him. But she was safe, that’s all that mattered to him.
“Oh my gosh!” she cried out in worry. “Are you ok, Braeburn!?”
“S-sure…” he managed to gasp out. “I’ll (huff) be (puff) fine. What about (huff) you?”
“I’m just pinkie keen,” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I (huff) wasn’t (puff)…” he began, still catching his breath. “Wasn’t just gonna (huff) let ya fall on yer plot. Wouldn’t be very gentlecolty of me. Plus, ah don’t wanna see the mare ah care for to get hurt.”
“Care for?” she blushed.
“Course,” he grinned and blushed.
Once again, there was some awkward silence, when Braeburn decided to just go for it. He leaned up and planted a kiss right on Pinkie’s lips. Caught off guard, Pinkie was at first shocked, but quickly joined in.