Twilight's blissful bawling lingered, but nobody interrupted her, not wanting to get in the way of her emotional outputting. Things looked up even more when Twilight's crying partly changed to laughter, which seemed to boded well for Twilight in her present state, the others did think. Twilight's crying lessened as her laughter increased—and now was when a sense of uneasiness had settled amongst her friends and the princess.
Her laughter may have been fine before, but now it had grown much more rampant, with Twilight not even shedding a tear any longer. Her laughter no longer sounded like normal, blissful laughter, but demented, abnormal cackling. It was disconcerting to see—and even more so to hear. This was no longer normal, as everyone could clearly tell, and it was about to get much worse, as Twilight's friends were all too familiar with.
The princess, on the other hoof, was the only one unaware of that which was about to occur, as even though she was told of Twilight's transformations, she had never seen one herself, and could not predict the process Twilight would undergo whilst experiencing her execrable metamorphoses.
Before anybody had a chance to explain this outlandish phenomenon, Twilight whirled herself around hastily, her frontal form directly positioned towards Princess Celestia. The princess was aghast at the sight of Twilight's countenance, which was far beyond deranged. What had been a normal and heartwarming smile was now a psychotic grin draped across her face, along with the pair of yellow tinted peepers fixated upon the disquieted princess, formed a twisted expression that sent unnerving tingles up the princess' spine.
"Oh no! Not now!" Spike exclaimed.
"Ohh, what's wrong, Spike?" Twilight responded in a loony manner, chuckling a bit more. "You don't like to see me so very happy?"
"That's not what I meant and you know it!"
"Yeah! Go away and bring back the real Twilight!"
"Awww, you don't like me? That makes me feel so sad..." Twilight sniffed as she pulled a handkerchief from out of her ear and wiped away a tear with it.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel sad!" Pinkie Pie responded worriedly.
"Don't apologize to her! She's the evil one!"
"Oh, yeah...Give us back Twilight, you big mean friend stealer away-er!"
"Why must there be all this name-calling and negativity?" Twilight proclaimed as she walked towards her friends. "We shouldn't see now as a bad time, but a time for celebration! For the time draws ever nearer..." she said under her breath whilst rubbing her hands together, holding a sinister look on her face all the while.
"What did you just say??"
"I said the celebration should be nothing less than a grand celebration!" she exclaimed, flinging magically generated confetti from her palms.
"Hey!! Nopony creates party stuff out of nowhere but me!" a fumed Pinkie Pie retorted.
"Well, I guess nopony told me," Twilight riposted, lobbing additional handfuls of confetti into the surrounding air.
"Ohhh, that does it!" Pinkie wasted no time in her retaliation against the one who subjugated her position as the number one unsystematic/party pony in this realm. She swiftly extracted the invariably armed party cannon concealed within her matted mane, thrusting it against the ground with the force generated from her increasing vexation. Such a weapon of mass celebration was strictly used for fun, and rarely ever utilized for traditional warfare; especially against a close-knit compatriot. Though Twilight was one she saw a close friend, to whom Pinkie would never use as a recipient of her wingding weaponry, it mattered not during this juncture, as the actions of Twilight's evil half overruled the immunity clause in her friendship policy, rendering the stipulation null and void—and that made her fair game for the falconet of fun.
Pinkie Pie repositioned her singular armament, facing the forepart squarely at the figure of her friend-turned-crazy-evil, the look of retribution glimmering in her eyes.
"Get ready to have a blast, Twilight! Because it's a cannon!" and on that one-liner, the vindictive mare hastily depressed the firing trigger, releasing the plentiful payload of party paraphernalia from within the cannon's belly with a mere solitary shot. An elevated sense of self-gratification swept through Pinkie Pie, as exhibited by the sinister smirk she sported upon her visage.
Assured that her actions had proved successful, Pinkie turned her gaze upwards, expecting to witness a debased Twilight blanketed with her party ammunition, thusly being vanquished by the power of partying. But, after looking back at the demented mare, a staggering expression unfurled upon Pinkie Pie's face.
Lining the aperture of her party cannon was the bulbous stinger of Twilight's injurious scorpion tail. The devious mare had stretched out her tail just before the ammunition had discharged, thereby clogging up the cannon and detaining the implements which were still compressed within the structure of the party mortar. This not only brought considerable shock to Pinkie Pie, but the others residing in the throne room as well.
"Oops, did I do that?" Twilight said with a complacent grin.
"Of course you did! You're doing it right now!" Pinkie exclaimed whilst engaged in her futile effort to sunder her cannon's aperture from the arachnoid extremity.
During the juncture of this tribulation, the pressure inside the cannon had been slowly rising due to the prevention of the weapon's discharging. Pinkie was so preoccupied with the predicament of gaping her cannon that she did not take heed of Twilight's underhanded scheme.
"Oh, Pinkieee; I do believe that the problem with your cannon is about to fix itself."
"Really??" Pinkie Pie responded ecstatically. The overjoyed mare quickly turned her head downwards to discern how her cannon had been inexplicably mended. In that precise instant, the pressure in the cannon had reached its breaking point, and instead of firing out the proper side, the party cannon(literally) backfired, blasting Pinkie Pie with a multitude of party gear. The incognizant mare was hurled backwards through the air, crashing to the floor with tremendous force, along with her party ammunition, which the mare was inhumed beneath upon her impact with the rigid flooring. Party favors thrust past the impact site and were strewn about the floor. Several of the ejected balloons merely floated towards the ceiling, but those that did not make the journey upwards had been stopped short by the mound of party gear weighing each of the helium-filled commodities. All the while this happened, the last bits of the party ammo were falling leisurely through the air: it was the confetti, which no party would be complete without, as Pinkie would have put it. Whereas the balloons floated upwards, these tiny pieces of scrap paper drifted downwards, as do the faded brown leaves of a crisp autumn's day, guided by the gentle breeze as they complete their ephemeral journey to the ground that was the grass and earth—the confetti mirrored this action precisely, ultimately setting themselves upon the floor at the end of their voyage. This marked the completion of the chaotic array which was the failed strike of Pinkamena Diane Pie.
The friends of the downed party mare hastily gathered where their companion had fallen.
"Pinkie!!"
"Are you okay??"
Immediately following these questions, Pinkie Pie had popped her head out from the crown of the mish-mashed party gear pile, seemingly unharmed. "Yeah, I'm okay," she responded, afterwards turning her gaze towards the inaptly pleased Twilight. She stared at the crazed mare with yet another look of vengeance, but the words spoken next by Pinkie Pie would cancel out this vindictive appearance.
"You know, I would be upset at you for making my party cannon shoot the opposite of the right way—but being covered in so much party stuff is what I always love to do!" the overjoyed mare exclaimed as she took a backwards dive into the pile, frolicking in the misdirected cannon fire.
At first this was surprising to Pinkie's friends, but it did not take long for them to realize these are precisely the actions of their hyperactive friend. Their attention was then turned to the sniggering of Twilight, clearly laughing at the misfortune of Pinkie Pie—even though Pinkie wouldn't consider it to be all misfortune, obviously.
"Pardon my laughing," Twilight said as she wiped a joyful tears from her eye. "But I'm just so glad somepony's enjoying the festivities at last! The rest of you spoilsports could learn a lot from her!" she stated in a stricter tone, but subsequently went right back to laughing, falling onto her back while doing so. the other ponies and Spike looked just as incensed as ever, but was any one of them courageous enough to take on this unstoppable force? Though nobody was saying it, that was what they were all feeling—and Twilight knew this all too well, and was more than happy to take advantage of such an infirmity.
The manic mare brought herself upright, slowing down her laughing to a chuckle, "Huh ho...that was fun...heh heh..." she then ceased altogether with the clearing of her throat, regaining her composure. "Now then... who's next?" she inquired with an all-too-sinister grin.