Twilight sighed as she looked at the two tickets on the table. Midnight had volunteered to help Spike do little cleaning. All the while, he would steal a glance at Twilight, becoming increasingly disturbed, seeing her worrying over her dilemma, which she had been for the past forty-five minutes!
I wanna tell her what to do but she has to figure this out herself!
“Um, Twilight, is this really such a big deal?”
“I can only choose one of my friends to take with me!” Twilight reminded him. “Ugh! I hate being faced with these kinds of choices…”
“Maybe you could just take Spike!” Midnight suggested.
“Leave me out of this!” came Spike's voice from the other room.
“No, Midnight, he doesn’t wanna go and I won’t force him,” Twilight insisted, earning a loud 'THANK you' from Spike. So Twilight puzzled while scratching her head with the edge of her hoof, muttering, “If there was just some fair way for me to pick, a method everypony would agree with…”
Then her face brightened as she said, “I’ve got it!”
“What’re you gonna do?” Midnight asked as he emptied a dustpan into a wastebasket.
“I’ll go out and see the girls, ask each of them in turn what they would do if they could go to the gala,” Twilight explained, “without telling them I have an extra ticket! Once I hear their reasons, I’ll determine who deserves to go most!”
“Twilight!” Midnight called but she had already trotted out the door.
Midnight sighed, as Spike came up with a look and said, “That doesn’t exactly sound like a good idea.”
“Ya think?” Midnight looked out the window, seeing Twilight trotting off.
“Should we go after her?” Spike asked.
“We probably should,” Midnight agreed, lowering his backside so Spike could hop on.
As Midnight hurried outside, he said, “Somehow I have a feeling this won’t end well!”
“Where’d she go?” Spike asked when Midnight stopped at a square.
“I could'a sworn she came this way!” Midnight scanned the ponies around them, looking for that lavender unicorn.
Meanwhile, Twilight had decided to see Applejack first. Following the dirt path to Sweet Apple Acres, she considered her idea.
This’ll be simple! I just casually bring up the gala in conversation, ask Applejack what she’d do if she could go, no problem!
She was thinking it, but she wasn’t feeling it.
“Howdy Twilight!" Applejack’s shout broke her train of thought and she looked ahead to see Applejack just applebucking a tree nearby, bushels of apples falling into the baskets she’d set below.
“Yer just in time!”
“Time for what?” Twilight asked.
Applejack chuckled, saying, “Ah just won a bet Ah made with Big Mac! Worked mah rump off t’ get it done, but Ah did it!”
“And this bet was…?” Twilight asked.
“Ah bet Mac I could get all the Golden Delicious apples in th’ barn by lunch,” AJ declared proudly, “an’ Ah did! So now th’ poor saltlick's gotta walk down Stirrup Street in one o’ Granny’s girdles!”
Then Applejack looked past Twilight and started to guffaw. Twilight followed Applejack’s gaze and understood. There, walking by, was Big Mac, his middle squeezed by an old-fashioned pink girdle, covering him just before his flank up to his chest, and it made him look quite thin.
“Well don’choo look just purdyy, Mac?!” Applejack laughed. “Pink’s a good color fer you!”
Twilight stifled a giggle, not wanting to embarrass Big Mac but was surprised he maintained his usual demeanor. AJ noticed too, and they watched as he passed them by, saying, “Mornin’, Miss Sparkle.”
“Oh Big Mac please, just call me Twilight,” she insisted, “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied as he started making his way down the road. Honestly, Big Mac was embarrassed about his situation but knew he could rob his sister of some of her glory by maintaining his stone face. So he continued on his merry way, taking his slice of humble pie, his ego toughing out the bruise.
“Well don’ he know how to rain on somepony’s parade!” Applejack miffed before remembering Twilight, “So what can Ah do ya for?”
Remembering why she was here, Twilight said, “Oh! Um, well, Applejack, have you heard of…. The Grand Galloping Gala?”
“Boy howdy, who hasn’t?” Applejack smiled at the thought of it, “Ah tell ya, Twi, if’n Ah could go to the gala, Ah’d set muhself up a stand to sell th’ very best o’ mah products! Why, with all them hoity-toity rich folk, Ah just know Ah could make mah family a real heap o' money!”
She smiled at the thought, saying, “We could replace tha’ saggy old roof on th’ barn, replace tha’ saggy old plow Big Mac has t’ use, maybe even replace Granny Smith’s saggy old hip! Ah gotta say, Ah’d give mah left hind leg to go to th’ Gala!”
Suddenly, Applejack asked, “Why do ya ask?”
“Oh, um! Just curious,” Twilight replied, before galloping off, “Thanks for telling me!”
Applejack stood there, confused at Twilight’s out-of-the-blue question and sudden departure. Deciding to investigate, she followed after her, wondering, Now what is that filly up to?
Back in town square, Midnight and Spike were still looking for Twilight. Unfortunately, she’d lost them in town square, which, at the moment, was busy with a crowd of ponies going about their daily business.
“Any sign of her?” Midnight asked Spike, who was standing on the blue unicorn’s back, his hands raised like he was looking through binoculars.
“Not coat nor mane,” Spike reported.
Sighing, Midnight wondered, “Where could she have gone?”
He sat his rump down, Spike sliding off onto the ground.
“I wonder if somepony saw her and could point us in a direction.”
“Maybe we should ask Big Mac,” Spike brought up, sounding weirded out.
“Good idea, ya see him?” Midnight looked at Spike, who had a look while pointing. Midnight followed his finger and saw Big Macintosh, and saw why Spike looked aghast.
“Is that…?”
“It sure is…” Spike answered.
They looked at each other and shook off the weirdness before going after the big red farmer, still garbed in a girdle. Unfortunately, they lost him in the crowd.
“Aw fudge! Where’d he go?” Midnight complained, Spike still riding him.
The little dragon gasped and pointed, “Down that hill!”
Midnight looked to see Big Mac almost at the bottom of a sloped street. At the moment, a large cart smelly of the trash it carried, was being pulled by a mare, who was struggling to bring it uphill.
She must be stronger than she looks, that thing looks like it weighs a ton!
Unfortunately, as luck would’ve had it, the harness the mare suddenly snapped, causing her to trip while the wagon began an increasingly fast trek downhill, with nothing to stop it!
Midnight rushed past the mare, to the top of the hill, and saw it was already just halfway down, and he gasped to see Big McIntosh was walking in its path, none the wiser. Midnight thought quickly, at the speed the wagon was going, even if he warned Big Mac, he wouldn’t dodge it in time.
“Big Mac look out!” Spike shouted.
Then Midnight went with the first idea to pop into his head. He concentrated his magic, feeling it flow, as he envisioned the wagon missing Big Mac. The farmer had heard Spike’s warning and gasped when he saw the wagon and how it was too late to dodge, bracing for the impact. Instead of feeling agony, he felt as though the air itself pushed him and in the nick of time too, as he felt the air of the wagon as it passed him by at breakneck speeds.
*CRASH/SPLATTER*
Big Mac shook it off and saw the wagon had crashed into somepony's house! The impact had sent the garbage it had contained everywhere! The house itself was intact with the mailbox in front having helped to slow down the wagon, but the whole front was covered with mucky filth, hay gone bad, and other nasty refuse. And the garbage itself seemed to have propelled in all directions, some of having even flew over roof toops to the streets over.
They all stood in a daze before assessing the situation. Nopony had been hurt, no damages, while the mess… could be cleaned up.
“My house!”
They looked behind them and saw a gray pegasus mare with a blond mane and tail, her cutie-mark some bubbles, and odd amber eyes, looking in different directions. She was wearing saddlebags with mail in them, and Midnight remembered who this was.
Ditzy Doo!
They watched as she flew over to the house, which was covered from roof to foundation in garbage.
“What happened here?”
Thankfully, nopony was looking at Midnight except for Spike. Midnight however was feeling really bad. So he stepped forward and said, “It’s my fault.”
Now all eyes were on him, as Ditzy looked at him, waiting for an explanation. Sighing, he said, “There was a cart uphill that broke loose and it was headed for Big Macintosh. I didn’t mean to mess up your house, honest! I was just… using my magic push Mac out of the way.”
“Boy did you!” Spike phewed, looking at the distance from where they'd been standing and the spot where Mac had been before Midnight pushed him out of harm's way.
“You were able to extend your reach so far! Not bad, Midnight!”
Midnight approached Ditzy and said, “I’m really sorry, Ditzy. I was only thinking of Big Mac, but I should have been more careful. I promise to clean this mess up myself.”
“Ah’ll help too,” Big Mac volunteered, wanting to take some of the flak off his friend. “If Ah’d been more careful this might not o' happened.”
"And me!” the mare who owned the cart spoke up. “I shouldn’t have used such an old harness that could break so easily.”
Seeing the situation and understanding it all, Ditzy smiled a little and said, “It’s okay, you only meant to help Big Macintosh! Accidents happen, and you don’t have to do anything.”
“But I-” Midnight protested, but Ditzy wouldn’t hear of it.
“It’s no big! Besides…” She looked at the mess coating her home. “I’ve… been looking to redecorate anyway. If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go see my boss for permission off duty.”
Then Ditzy flew off, leaving a flabbergasted Midnight, who just sighed, feeling awful. Big Mac came over, saying, “Ah don’ leddit get’cha down. Ditzy’s real nice tha’ way, not a mean bone in her body. Anyway, Ah’m gonna head home. Ah was s’posed to walk all th’ way to Stirrup Street an’ back in this thing but… Ah think halfway’s enough.”
Before turning away, Big Mac said with a chuckle, “Oh an’ thanks fer savin’ my rump, Midnight. If tha’ cart had hit me, Ah’d been outta commission for applebuckin’ this season, and Faust knows it wouldn’ta ended well with Applejack left ta’ do all th’ work.”
Suddenly remembering why he’d wanted to see Big Mac, Midnight asked, “Oh Mac, by the way, have you seen Twilight around, by any chance?”
“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied. “She came over ta’ talk ta’ AJ at th’ orchard.”
“Thanks!” Midnight yelled as he scooped up Spike and galloped off to Sweet Apple Acres, shouting to the mare, “Sorry about the cart!”
“It’s okay,” she shouted after him.
As they made their way through the orchard, Midnight and Spike looked around for the colors orange and lavender.
“Just wait till Twilight hears what you did!” Spike said excitably.
“I just hope she doesn’t cancel my magic lessons forever,” Midnight was just humiliated. “By the way, why was Big Mac in that getup anyway?”
“Dunno, we shoulda asked him,” Spike shrugged.
“Asked who?” said a voice to their left, and they saw Applejack come out from behind a tree. Midnight and Spike yelped at her sudden appearance.
Applejack chuckled, “Sorry `bout that. What can Ah do ya for?”
“We’re looking for Twilight,” Spike informed her, “Mac said she came this way.”
“Ya spoke ta’ Mac?” AJ smirked, “Notice anything different about him?”
She waited for them to laugh, but Midnight just said, “Uh-huh, sure, a real gut-buster. Listen, have you seen Twilight or not?”
Sighing, Applejack replied, “She left to see Rarity `bout five or ten minutes ago. Before she left, she was askin’ me about the Grand Gallopin’ Gala. Ring any bells?”
“Eh… no,” Midnight didn’t want betray Twilight’s confidence and asked, “So she went to Rarity’s?”
“Tha’s what Ah said,” Applejack nodded.
“Come on, Midnight, let’s go!” Spike tugged on his mane, excited by this new development.
“Ow! Okay, we’re going! Thanks Applejack!”
“Anytime, sugarcubes! Anytime!” Applejack waved after them as Midnight galloped away.
But she sighed in frustration, thinking, How could they not laugh at Big Mac?!
Midnight wished he had an invisibility spell as he saw the mess his little telekinetic accident had left behind, as they made their way to Carousel Boutique, all the while minding his step to avoid stepping into any goop or muck. He was just glad nopony knew he was responsible… for the moment.
It was surprising how that impact could've sent that garbage so far from where it had crashed!
Finally, Midnight and Spike arrived at Rarity’s boutique, Spike saying” We’re here! Here I come, my sweet Rarity!”
Midnight chuckled, knowing full well of the little dragon’s big crush on the fashionista, and then they saw her, “Ugh! This blasphemy upon beauty!”
They looked to the right of the house and saw Rarity was in her backyard, cleaning up some of the mess.
“Hi Rarity!” Spike called as he hurried over to her.
“Oh, Spike, Midnight,” Rarity changed her demeanor to friendly, “Forgive that uncouth outburst if you heard it. I wasn’t expecting company, not after this mess!”
Midnight bit his lip, sheepishly as he then asked, “Um, Rarity? By any chance did Twilight see you earlier? We’re kinda looking for her.”
“Oh, I’m afraid you just missed her, dear,” Rarity answered. “She left about ten minutes after all this dreadful waste littered my property! So… About almost half an hour?”
She shuddered as she lifted a spilling garbage bag off the ground with her aura, Spike came over with a garbage can.
“By any chance do you know where she was headed next?” Midnight asked.
“I do believe she mentioned Fluttershy,” Rarity answered, giving Spike a grateful little peck on the forehead. “Just outside of town, right on the outskirts of the forest.
She pointed a path with her hoof, saying, “Just proceed in that direction and you’ll find it in no time at all, darlings.”
“Thanks, Rarity,” Midnight said, starting to make his way. “Sorry about your yard."
“Oh pish-posh, dear,” Rarity said, “It’s not like you threw all this filth on my home.”
“Well, actually, Rarity-” Spike started only to be silenced by a murderous glare from Midnight.
He telekinetically yanked Spike and dropped him on his back, saying, “My-my-my, oh! Would you lookit the sun? It’s time to catch up with Twilight!”
“But I wanna stay with Rarity!” Spike whined.
“Sorry Spike, but I need you to help me look for her,” Midnight insisted though the look in his eyes told Spike a different story.
“Off you go, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity waved him off. “Duty calls.”
“Okay…” Spike agreed in a pouty manner.
“Thanks Rarity, see ya later,” Midnight called as he galloped off.
But when they were out of hearing distance from the boutique, he glared at the little dragon, saying, “You were about to sell me out!”
Spike smiled nervously, shrugging.
Meanwhile, Twilight had already left Fluttershy’s cottage, oddly yet made aware of the trash incident. She sighed, what had seemed like a good idea earlier was just making an anthill into a mountain. Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, all of them had good reasons to want to attend the gala. She only hoped Pinkie and Rainbow’s reasons would not be so equally reasonable.
Entering Sugarcube Corner, she saw Mrs. Cake, a blue earth pony mare, her pink and magenta mane and tail looking like frosting.
“Hello, Mrs. Cake, is Pinkie in?”
“I believe so, dearie,” Mrs. Cake smiled. “You know that filly, she can pop up when you least expect it.”
“Well, do you mind if I check her room upstairs?”
“Go right ahead dearie, can I getcha anything?”
“No, thank you,” Twilight responded as she headed upstairs.
Back at Fluttershy’s cottage, the boys were deflated, having just missed Twilight. Again.
“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy apologized. “I’m afraid… Twilight left around ten minutes ago.”
“It’s okay, Fluttershy,” Midnight spoke gently, not wanting to upset her. “Did she say where she was going?”
“I think she wanted to go see Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy replied. “Perhaps you’ll have better luck at Sugarcube Corner.”
“Thank you for your time,” Midnight sighed as he and Spike started back to town. This didn’t happen at all! Just how much of the story has my presence changed?
“Midnight?”
He shook the worry away and said, “Well, onto the Sugarcube Corner.”
Spike noticed Midnight looking troubled but didn’t say anything.
Before long, they stood in front of Sugarcube Corner, Spike saying, “No sweat, Midnight, even if we missed her, we know she’’ll have gone to see Rainbow!”
“Don’t bother guys!”
They looked up and saw Thunderlane fly down, Rumble on his back.
“We just saw Twilight head off to Dash’s,” Thunderlane informed them.
“Big brother, I thought we were gonna get something at Sugarcube Corner!” urged Rumble.
“Relax, bro,” Thunderlane said, “Just head inside and order, I’ll be right in.”
Rumble smiled and ran in, leaving the two stallions and little dragon outside.
“So… I happened to be flying over town earlier, minding my own business when out of nowhere!” Thunderlane gave Midnight a knowing smirk, “Something that looked like a big garbage bag flew through the air, almost splattered me.”
Midnight winced, Thunder saying with a teasing smirk, “You wouldn’t happen to hear of that, did you?”
Sighing, Midnight asked, “How’d you know?”
“Ditzy told me,” Thunderlane explained. “Hey, no worries, brony! I know what happened. Just glad Mac’s okay, lucky you were there.”
“Not so for Ditzy’s house,” Midnight groaned. “So, do you know which way Twilight went?”
“Rainbow’s place, just gotta cut through Stirrup Street,” Thunderlane answered.
“Thanks, ready Spike?” Midnight asked.
Spike sighed, “Let’s go.”
“Later bronies,” Thunderlane waved it off, and Midnight tore off to Stirrup Street, failing to notice Thunderlane greet three mares with a similar thought in mind regarding somepony who’d asked each of them about the gala.
“Flooie,” Twilight was feeling down as she walked through Stirrup Street. Everypony had given her a good reason to attend the Gala, and she could expect the same from Rainbow Dash. How could she tell the party-loving Pinkie Applejack deserved to make money for her family, or Fluttershy that Rarity deserved a chance to find true love over the timid pegasus’ desire to see the animals in the Canterlot Castle Gardens? What to was she to do? Even if she gave her other ticket up, three unhappy mares there would remain.
She sighed and muttered, “Let’s get this over with."
But then she found her nostrils assaulted by some kind of rank, knocking her out of her puzzling. She looked ahead and was surprised to see a filthy Ponyville ahead of her, ponies here and there working to clean up the trash.
“Ugh!”
She then noticed Rainbow Dash with the local mailmare, and they were working together to clean up a house.
“Rainbow!” Twilight hurried over, covering her nose with her hoof. “Oh! What happened here?”
“You haven’t heard?” grouched Rainbow Dash. “I can’t believe no one told you who did this!”
“Well, who was it?” Twilight asked.
“It was me…”
The three mares looked behind Twilight to see a very guilty-looking Midnight Blaze approach them, unable to meet their gazes, Spike on his back.
“Midnight?”
Midnight sighed, “This whole mess is my fault. I didn’t mean for it to happen, I just…”
“But how did you do this?” Twilight asked, still trying to comprehend it.
“He was helping.”
Everypony looked to Ditzy, Midnight saying, “Ditzy, it’s fine! You don’t have to-”
“Somepony was pulling a cartful of garbage uphill down the street,” Ditzy explained ignoring Midnight.
“It broke, rolled downhill and it was heading for Big Macintosh. Midnight used his magic to save Big Mac, and, well…”
Sighing, Midnight picked up the story.
“I was only thinking about Big Mac's safety. I used my magic to push him out of harm's way and... well ,the wagon crashed into Dity's house...”
"It was amazing, Twi!" Spike spoke up, "Midnight was on that end of the street, Big Mac was right there!"
Twilight looked at the distance between the mentioned stallions' positions as Spike explained, "Midnight was able to extend his telekinetic reach and save Big Mac without breaking a sweat!"
Twilight recalled how Midnight first moved the 1-pound orb like a tiny little cannonball Now she was hearing how far he could reach with his magic without straining himself?
To think he has such power…!
It was astonishing, that this pony, who’d never used magic before today, went from moving small objects to pushing a pony from an entire street away. While such reckless spellcasting deserved a good scolding, she couldn’t do it.
“I think… you learned your lesson.”
“What?!” Rainbow Dash gaped at her.
“Again, what?!” Midnight added in equal confusion.
“While it turned out this way,” Twilight said, “You only meant to save a friend from harm. I think we can forgive this little accident.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Midnight still felt lousy, Spike patting his shoulder.
“Oh, while I’m here Rainbow,” Twilight brought up, only for Midnight to interrupt.
“Twilight! I really don’t think this was a good idea from the beginning.”
Twilight looked at him and sighed, “You’re right. But I just don’t know what to do, how can I pick only one pony?! It wouldn’t be fair to the others, I-”
Twilight looked on the verge of tears, so Midnight put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder, saying, “Twilight, listen. If you just can’t choose, then don’t.”
“What?” Twilight asked, wiping the tear away.
“Sometimes the right choice is not to choose at all,” Midnight explained.
Twilight got the idea and said, “Spike take a note please!
Spike pulled a quill and piece of paper from behind his back (don’t ask where he got them), and stood ready.
“Dear Princess Celestia,” Twilight began, “I’ve learned that having to choose between your friends can leave you and your friends feeling pretty awful. A pony should never be put in a position where she can leave her friends feeling unimportant. So, before I make a choice I have no wish to make, I’d like to return the two tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala.”
“You have two tickets to the gala?!” Rainbow gaped at them. ”And you’re just gonna send `em back?!”
“I’m sorry, Rainbow, but I don’t want to make a choice that leaves everypony else feeling left out,” Twilight said. “So if I can’t take all my friends, I don’t wanna go either.”
Dash sighed but perked, “Any chance you could just give me a ticket and send the other back?”
The two unicorns and the dragon gave her a look, Dash shrinking back, quickly saying, “Just a thought!”
Twilight took the letter from Spike in her magic and scribbled something extra at the bottom, then rolled it up along with the tickets.
“Okay, Spike, send it!”
Spike took the scroll, and Twilight’s burden went up in flames, turning the message into a shimmering wisp that zoomed off to Canterlot.
“Hey Twilight!”
They all looked down the street and saw Pinkie, Applejack, Rarity, and Fluttershy coming their way.
“What’re you all doing here?” Midnight asked.
“We’re here to inquire to Twilight about this gala business,” Rarity answered.
“Yeah,” Pinkie added, “What a funny word, ‘inquire’.”
“Um, if you don’t mind, Twilight,” Fluttershy asked.
“Wha’s goin’ on, sugarcube?” Applejack asked. “Askin’ everypony what they’d do at th’ gala?”
“Well…” Twilight wasn't sure how to explain, when Spike went ‘hurk’!
And burped up a message, which Twilight quickly read.
“What is it, dear?” asked Rarity.
“Why,” Twilight grinned, “because I have five extra tickets to the gala!"
Midnight and Spike smiled at each other, glad for the girls as they huddled into a mass of squealing, cheering, hugging thankful mares, each taking a ticket before trotting off to talk.
“Yuck!” Spike yelled after them but it went ignored.
“Party at Sugarcube Corner!” Pinkie declared, the girls all cheering.
Midnight and Spike were left high and dry in the street, as the feeling of being left out began to sink in.
“Y'know…” Midnight spoke, starting to feel bummed out, “That gala was actually starting to sound like fun…”
“Well, too late now,” Spike agreed morosely, but then suddenly burped up another scroll.
Midnight took it and it read, “And tickets for the boys.”
Midnight and Spike gasped happily to see four extra tickets, and Midnight knew the other two were for Big Mac and Thunderlane. Midnight and Spike smiled at each other as a tune started up.
I never thought my life would be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me
`Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden twinkle in my eye…
Midnight smiled as he scooped up Spike.
I never had a chance to shine
Never a happy song to sing
But suddenly half the world is mine
What an amazing thing!
`Cause I've got a golden ticket
“It’s ours, Spike!” Midnight cheered.
I've got a golden sun up in the sky
I never thought I’d see the day
When I would face the world and say
Good morning, look at the sun
I never thought that I would be
Slap in the lap of luxury
Cause I’d have said:
It couldn’t be done!
Midnight smiled at Spike, not bothered he cut in before carrying on.
But it can be done!
I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless it’s there that I’m
Shortly about to be
They sang together as they danced through the street.
`Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it’s a golden day
Good morning! Lookit the sun!
Cause I’d have said it couldn’t be done
But it can be done…!!!
I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless it’s there that I’m
Shortly about to be
`Cause I've got a golden ticket
The two did a pirouette.
I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket
It’s a golden day…!!!
The music came to a close in the flourish, and the two noticed the girls clapping their hooves with smirks.
“Uh! I mean…” Midnight blushed in embarrassment. “Great! Where am I supposed to find a penguin suit in this town?!”
“Yuck!” Spike agreed before shrugging, “But since we were invited…”
“It’d be rude not to go,” Midnight nodded indifferently as the two walked past the girls casually.
The girls just laughed at their attempt to cover up their excitement, and invited them to the party at Pinkie’s.