Mayor Mare hated paper work. Nopony really appreciates how much work it take to keep a town running. Especially one as prone to destruction as Ponyville.
She sighed and looked at the clock. It was getting late. She began to busy her self with packing away her things, shuffling her papers.
She frowned, She could have sworn her quill had been here a second ago.
A breeze blew, ruffling the papers on her desk. There were no windows open in the office, Where was that draft coming from?
A knock on her door drew her attention. Who could be calling at her office at this time of night? Surely everypony had gone home?
The knock came again as Mayor Mare made her way over. Placing a hoof on the door handle she opened it wide.
There was nopony there. Slightly spooked, she closed the door and turned back to her office.
Her mouth dropped open in shock.
Her papers were no longer on her desk. Instead every inch of her office was plastered in white paper, floor to ceiling. Bank cheques and order forms filled the room.
Mayor Mare screamed as something flew from the corner of the room, slamming the door open and fleeing down the stairwell, leaving a flurry of papers in its wake.
The door slowly closed. There was something stuck in the back of the door, trembling in the wood.
At least she had found her quill.
Pinkie sat on top of the Hayburger, watching the late night patrons leaving with their meals.
She spotted a mare nearby, her blue and pink mane bouncing as she made her way over to a bench, ready to eat her food.
Pinkie smiled and moved in to intercept.
Bon-Bon's stomach complained loudly. It had been waiting all day for this. She wasn't going to let any noisy restaurant ruin it.
She sat down heavily on the bench and unwrapped her meal. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, moving in to bite.
Her teeth came down, expecting to hit soft, warm bread. Instead they hit each other.
She flinched as her teeth jarred and gazed up,wandering who had snatched the treat from her.
But there was nopony.
Just the burger in the air.
She stared, not sure what to make of the hovering fast food. Was this Lyra's doing? A joke wasn't beyond her.
Slowly she reached out, trying to reclaim her dinner. It twitched away, like it was shy. Then it leaned into her hoof.
And chomped down hard.
Granted lettuce and tomato aren't amazing at inflicting pain but it still gave Bon-Bon quite the shock. She snatched her hoof back. It tilted sideways in an imitation of cocking its head. It jumped forward, attempting another bite.
Bon-Bon scrambled off the bench, backing away from the oncoming burger, tomato sauce leaking from it's 'jaw'.
With another hop it snapped at her again and again, getting closer and closer.
Having no desire to fight with dinner she turned tail and ran, the greasy grub not far behind.
She sprinted back past the Hayburger, drawing the attention of the other patrons. Seeing the fleeing mare and her pursuing burger many of them dropped their food, wary of any other aggressive suppers they may have been served.
Bon-Bon continued to run. She could hear the burger snapping its jaws hungrily. The irony of the situation was not lost upon her.
It was getting closer, each bite louder than the last.
SPLAT!
Bon-Bon skidded to a halt and spun around.
Behind her a blue door had opened through which a brown stallion was staring at the mixture of bread and lettuce running down his window.
"What was that?!" he asked her incredulously.
Bon-Bon just shrugged.
"Sometimes my food just doesn't agree with me."
Pinkie lay on the roof of a nearby house, chuckling at Bon-Bon's reaction. Never had she seen someone so freaked out! Well except maybe for Twilight but really who could top that?!
She looked around, wiping tears from her eyes. The sun wasn't far off, she had maybe enough time for two more pranks.
She kicked off and began to glide silently, looking down at the streets below.
Ah ha! There! A big, red apple, ripe for the picking!
Big Macintosh wandered through the streets. He was in no rush to get home. Applejack had been understandably upset the past two day and her depression was like an aura, smothering the house.
So he continued on his way, meandering up the main street.
He couldn't keep up with the chores on his own, the apples were nearly ready for harvest.
He frowned. Why did he feel lighter all of a sudden?
He looked down and gasped as he saw the ground shrinking away. Windows past him on both sides.
Soon he had cleared the roofs of the houses and was floating up towards the stars.
In a fit of panic Big Mac began breast-stroking, trying to swim back down.
But it was no use. He just kept rising. He could see most of Ponyville by now. Lights twinkled below.
His ascension slowed. Had he stopped rising? Yes, he had. He shivered in the cold as he stood suspended high in the air.
Then he fell. Wind streamed past his face as the cobbled streets got nearer and nearer. A giggle nearby sent more shivers down his spine. His heart was in his throat as he plummeted.
Tears leaked from his eyes, the end drawing close.
But it didn't. He opened one eye and looked down. The ground was three inches below him. He sighed in relief.
Then he hit the ground. Hard.
Shakily he got to his hooves. Looking around he saw nopony.
With speed that would give Rainbow Dash a run for her money he began legging it back home, silently making a deal with himself to never speak of this again.
Big Mac was a tough pony. To scare him was quite the achievement.
So who to frighten next?
Mrs Cake sniffled. She had been stricken with grief much like the rest of Ponyville, she had barely said a word for two days.
Only now had she managed to pry herself from her bed and leave the house. She just needed to get away for a few hours.
So she had been walking for ages, just enjoying the dark, the calm.
As she walked past a nearby flower garden a breeze ran around her, rustling the petals.
A single pink petal detached from its flower head and drifted lazily in front of her eyes.
The wind blew with more ferocity, causing more petals the swirl into the air. Mrs Cake stopped and watched as they came together, piece by piece building up the shape of a mare.
Mrs Cake would recognise that mane anywhere.
"P...P..Pinkie?" she stammered at the vague figure.
The petal mare threw its head back and laughed, the high pitched cackle coming from all directions.
Mrs Cake backed away. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't Pinkie.
The shape turned back to the cowering baker. Then with a rustle of its colourful flank, charged at her.
Mrs Cake screamed as it approached, raising her hooves to protect her self.
After a moment she dared to look back at the place it had been. There was no charging ghost mare. Just the street.
Gasping she turned around and ran the other way, not daring to look back.
The door of Sugarcube Corner opened with a BANG! as she entered, startling her husband who was sitting by the fire.
"What's wrong honey?" asked the concerned Mr Cake
He walked over to her.
"And why are you covered in petals?"
Mrs Cake looked down at herself. Every inch of her body was coated with a variety of coloured petals.
The twin foals upstairs began screaming with their mother.