*BA-DUM-KSH!*
Twilight's and Golden Charm's heads whirled towards the source of the noise, spying a guilty-looking dragon assistant standing next to a large decorative mask that had clearly fallen, bouncing off one of the drums and knocking over a stand of ceremonial spears.
"Spike!" Twilight yelled. "What did I tell you about that last night?"
"Geez, Twilight," Spike muttered defensively. "I barely touched it."