//------------------------------// // Saturday Night - Part Two: The Party // Story: Our Little Clementine // by MaxBeezy //------------------------------// Today is the day; the day where Clementine gets to spend time with her favorite aunt in all of Equestria, the bouncy mare named Pinkie Pie. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for the young filly to find herself having fun with the super party pony on Ponyville, but each time is a blast for her. The first time she found herself spending time at Sugar Cube Corner, was when her parents needed a foal sitter while they have their anniversary dinner and “quiet time.” They couldn’t go to Princess Cadance, due to her more regal stature, compared to when she foalsitted Princess Twilight during her foalhood, so they had to look for another. After some kind refusals from Rarity, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, they went to Pinkie Pie; with the agreement that if she was too busy, they would contact a foalsitting service; a reluctance of Matt, as he was aware of many horror stories from his world, where it was called “Babysitting.” However, their fears were unfounded, as Pinkie Pie was more than happy to take little Clementine off their hands and hooves, for a night of fun and partying. The next morning, Clementine was happy and more energetic than ever for her young age. Pinkie Pie said to them that she would be happy to care for Clementine, should they ever need her help again. That time has come again, as Applejack takes Clementine back to Sugar Cube Corner, with the young filly holding a sack of essentials for the night, such as a toothbrush, some shampoo in chase she needs a bath, and her own special pillow that she loves to carry around, should they spend a night or two in a place that is not their home. She is insistent that her pillow is the most comfortable in Equestria, and refuses to part with it during their trips. “Ya sure ya got everythin’?” Applejack asks her, “Ah don’t want ya to forget somethin’ important.” “Ah got everythin’ ah need, Mom.” Clementine responds with confidence, “No need to go back home.” “Alright, sugarcube. Was just makin’ sure, is all.” she pats Clementine on the mane. “Excited to hang with Aunt Pinkie for the night?” “Of course!” Clementine says excitedly, “Pinkie Pie is mah favorite aunt! Just…” she begins to whisper, “Just don’t tell the other aunts. They might get jealous.” “Ah won’t, honey.” Applejack chuckles, “Pinkie Pie is a fun one. Ah ain’t surprised that ya think she’s great. Makin’ all them sugary treats…” her face of remembrance for those wonderful pastries turns into a slightly serious look, “Just remember not to eat too many sweets. Don’t want ya rampagin’ like a mad filly like ya did last time.” “Ah know…” Clementine thinks back to the time she ate a wagon full of sugary snacks and pastries during a premiere event of Transformares 5, where they and many of their friends were invited by Trixie, after making up to them for not bringing them to the premiere of the fourth film. Clementine was bounding around during the after party, hopped up on sugar, briefly frightening lead actor Silver Screen, who ran around the party to avoid being tackled by the excitable filly, after she said there was something wrong with his eyes, and offered to fix it with her hooves. She then crashed into director Michelin Hay’s entourage of fashion model mares, and passed out soon after. It’s a day that all look back on with amusement…except for Clementine. “Can’t believe that was shown on Access Applewood.” Clementine grumbles, “Ah more than learned mah lesson when it comes to treats.” After trotting into Ponyville, with a few welcomes and good mornings from various citizens, the two make it to Sugarcube Corner, where it seems like a busy day, from the look of the small crowd that it waiting for their cakes, muffins, and other assorted goodies. Applejack and Clementine politely go through the crowd, assuring them that they are only there to see Pinkie Pie and nothing else. At the end of the line, Pinkie Pie, with her signature expression of bouncy happiness, stands at the register, performing transactions with great efficiency. She glances over to see Applejack and Clementine waving to her, prompting her to respond with a manic and wild wave of excitement. “HI, YOU TWO!!!” Pinkie screams as if they’re far away, but they are merely five feet away from her. Their ears flap downwards to shield their eardrums from the verbal assault. “Ooops, sorry…” she blushes, “Was a bit noisy earlier today, and had to raise my voice.” “It’s alright, Pinkie.” Applejack chortles, “Here to drop off little Clementine for the sleepover.” “Oh, boy!” Pinkie claps her hooves mid-transaction, “This is gonna be fun!” she finishes the transaction with the patiently waiting colt. “We’re gonna play games, watch movies; OOH! OOH! I can also teach you to bake, this time!” “Really?” Clementine’s eyes beam. “Yep! I think you’re ready!” Pinkie nods. “I’ll help you with anything you want! Pies, cakes, CUPcakes…you name it!” “YES!” Clementine hops in place, “This is going to be the best night ever!” “Well, sounds like ya two are gonna have a fun filled night.” Applejack grins, “I’ll see ya two tomorrow.” Applejack leans down, kissing Clementine on the forehead, “Have a good night, sugarcube.” “You too. I’ll see ya.” Clementine waves, as Applejack leaves the establishment. “Bye!” Pinkie waves violently, “Bye Bye!” With Applejack out of sight and out of mind, she kneels down to face Clementine, with a look in her eye that suggests that trouble (or fun) is ahoof. “So, Clementine…are you ready for the best night of your life?” “Ready?” Clementine thinks, then her eyes widen so much so that beams might as well be blooming out, “Ready doesn’t even describe it!” The two yell out a simultaneous “YEAH!” and slam two hooves together in excitement. They are ready for one wild night of Celestia knows what. That is, after… “Hey!” One impatient colt interrupts their moment, “I’m glad that you two are going to have some fun, but can I PLEASE get my order of banana nut cupcakes?” “Ooops…” Pinkie Pie blushes. “Sorry. Here you go, sir.” she gives him a bright pink box, wrapped in a blue bow, containing the delicious pastries. “Have a good day!” As the day continues on, Mr. and Mrs. Cake arrive to take over Pinkie’s duties at the shop. Every once in a while, Pumpkin and Pound Cake arrive to help out as well, but their enrollment in Ponyville High School, along with the endless amount of homework that they endure, have prevented them from helping as much as they wanted to. Pinkie and Clementine trot around Ponyville, stopping by Carousel Boutique, where Sweetie Belle opens the door to greet them. “Hey! You’re here!” her voice excitedly squeaks, a vocal trait that has never left, despite now being in her teens. Sweetie Belle has grown up quite a bit over the years, with her now sporting a cutie mark of a musical note, after finally discovering that she has an excellent singing voice. “So, what’s the plan?” “Well…” Pinkie Pie gets herself ready for the plan, “We meet up with you, which we just did, then we go meet up with Applebloom and Scootaloo, who should be over at Sweet Apple Acres right about now. With the added help of Big Macintosh, Granny Smith, and probably Twilight, we’ll get the place ready for the BEST PARTY EVER!!!” she jumps in the air and shouts. “Isn’t every party ya put on the best party ever?” she asks while halfheartedly mimicking Pinkie’s movement. “True…” she thinks, “…but it’s still so amazing! There’s the going to be games, and dancing, and…” Her excited voice abruptly ceases, when they all spot Matt and Applejack walking through Ponyville, heading towards the Cineplex. They don’t notice Pinkie and the others, but the party pony chooses to play it cool. “Yeah…we’re just gonna hang. Maybe watch a couple flicks…no big deal…” she speaks in a very nonchalant voice. Once Matt and Applejack are gone, she goes back to being how she normally is, “WOOO-HOOO!” “Ummm…” Sweetie Belle is confused, “Why did you have to act like we weren’t having a party?” “Because mah parents have gotten all paranoid about me havin’ parties without em.” Clementine explains, “Somethin’ about needin’ supervision when colts are around or some-such.” “Ah.” Sweetie Belle nods. “Makes sense, I suppose.” “They are just bein’ a bunch of nervous nellies.” Clementine waves it off, “It’s not like anypony in mah class has paid me no mind in that way, anyway.” “Just you wait, Clem.” Sweetie Belle giggles, “Once those colts realize the power of fillies…BOOM!” a small spark of magic bursts from her horn. “Did ya meet Button when y’all was close to mah age?” “About a year or so further than that.” Sweetie Belle reminisces. “Hey!” Pinkie butts in, “We can talk about colts and stallions later; we have to head to Sweet Apple Acres!” Sweet Apple Acres. It hasn’t changed much over the past ten years. Still the same vast apple orchards, still the same house, still that same leaky roof in the barn that no matter how many times they think they’ve fixed it, it always ends up leaking again in one way or another. Despite their seemingly rustic looking establishment, the Apple family has continued to be the hot ticket item when it comes to selling apples and various apple treats. Inside, Applebloom and Scootaloo are prepping the living room for the incoming party. Over the years, the Cutie Mark crusaders haven’t found any more need for crusading, as their cutie marks appeared days before graduating from Ponyville Elementary. Applebloom, much like her family, received a cutie mark that includes an image of the delicious fruit. Her cutie mark is of a single red apple. But nestled at the top like a bow is a bloomed daisy. As for Scootaloo, her cutie mark consists of her signature scooter, with two Pegasus wings floating on the sides of it. While Applebloom has been helping out at the farm, Scootaloo has been in the business in extreme stunts, which contributed to the story of how she received her cutie mark, after getting an adrenaline rush during one of the then crusader’s attempts at getting a cutie mark. It worked, but only on Scootaloo, making her the first one to get a mark. “WE’RE HERE!” Pinkie bursts through the door with a loud shout, starting everypony in the room. Clementine and Sweetie Belle follow closely behind. “Good to see ya, Pinkie…” Applebloom winces, wiping at her ear to get her lost hearing back, “…but ya don’t have ta make us deaf in the process.” “What was that?!” Granny Smith shouts whilst walking in the room, “Ya want some pie?!” She then notices Pinkie and the others in the room with them, “Oh! Hey there!” she waves. “Hi Granny Smith!” Clementine waves back. “What?! Ya gonna be a sith?! What in the hay is that?!” “Great. Granny Smith is deaf.” Scootaloo says, before continuing with “Well…deafer than usual.” Just then, Twilight and Big Macintosh walk into the living room, encased in a shining blue bubble of magic. Unlike the other ponies, who were greatly affected by Pinkie’s loud entrance, they are perfectly okay, with no ill effects placed on their ears. “Good idea, Twi.” Big Mac nodded with a grin, “Ah knew she was gonna do that.” “Of course she was. She’s Pinkie.” Twilight giggles. “Uncle Mac! Auntie Twilight!” Clementine beams, galloping over to them. The bubble clears, allowing Clementine to hug them both. “It’s so good ta see ya!” “You too, Clementine.” Twilight wraps a hoof around Clementine, “Sorry I haven’t been around much, but I couldn’t miss this party while your mom and dad are…um…” she tries to put it delicately, “…hanging out together. Besides, Pinkie’s parties are always fun, and…” she notices Pinkie isn’t in the room anymore. “Hey, where did Pinkie go?” “She’s in the kitchen.” Big Mac candidly points out. Twilight looks over to see Pinkie rushing around the kitchen, gathering baking materials to make pastries. “No matter the time of day, she’s always runs at mach speed.” He gazes back at Twilight, who is holding up list, checking off all that has been accomplished before the big night. “Anythin’ else on the list?” “Let’s see…” she continues to look, “We have the balloons, the decorations, the games, Pinkie’s taking care of the treats, that just leaves…the music. Hmmm, we’re supposed to be getting a DJ sometime soon.” As if on fantastic cue, Rarity comes through the door with Donut Joe, with another Pony following close behind. Her white coat and flashy blue mane is all too familiar; the one and only Vinyl Scratch, with her stage name as DJ-PON3. Twilight smiles at their arrival, while the former Cutie Mark Crusaders and Clementine flip their proverbial lids. “Oh mah gosh! It’s DJ-PON3!!!” Clementine squeals with girlish delight at the appearance of one of the most famous musical artists in Equestria. She gallops up to the DJ, hopping up and down in admiration. “I own all of yer albums! Ah even have the limited edition version of yer latest album that flashed techno lights whenever ya open it! I’m yer biggest fan!” Vinyl smiles upon the little filly, putting a hoof on top her mane and giving it a playful rub. She reaches into the bag around her waist, pulling out a picture of herself. Using her magic, she writes an autograph, floating it over to Clementine. “A pleasure to meet my biggest fan. You are the reason why I continue to make music. YOUR biggest fan, DJ-PON3.” Clementine looks at the autograph for a good ten seconds, before reacting as most fans would when their idols write messages like that. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she screamed in a bout of excitement, before falling over from passing out. “She’ll be fine.” Rarity assures Vinyl, “Thanks again for helping out. I owe you one.” Vinyl nods with a smirk, moving to the living room to set up. In the meantime, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom help up their unconscious filly, bringing her to Applebloom’s room, until she eventually wakes up. Later on, after the sun has gone down, Clementine slowly wakes up from inside Applejack’s former room, now turned into a guest room. Through her blurry vision and muffled hearing, she can hear the voices of two fillies looming over her. “Do you think she’s dead?” one familiar voice asks. “Of course she’s not dead. You can see her breathing. What’s with you and the hyperbowl?” the other snides. “Ah believe it’s pronounced hyperbole.” Clementine corrects the two. When she fully awakens, and her vision clears, she sees Terra and Skye stepping back from the bed to give her some space. It took a long time for the filly twins to apologize to Clementine, after being egged on by their mother Amethyst Star to bully her for being the result of Applejack and Matt’s union. When they did, it became a sort of public scene at the Ponyville Schoolhouse, and the fillies and colts watched in anticipation for Clementine’s response. To their surprise, and possibly some disappointment, Clementine was forgiving of them, and was the first to make the initial steps in becoming the friends they are now. Terra and Skye were especially happy that they became friends, as they were a part of the group of foals that were in danger of being crushed by the falling tree, before Clementine bravely jumped into action and saved them. They could only imagine if Clementine developed a deep seeded hatred for them; the mere thought makes them shudder. “Ugh.” Clementine rubs her head, “How long was ah out?” “A couple hours we think.” Skye isn’t entirely sure, “We asked Rarity where you were, and she said you passed out.” “Yeah.” she chuckles, “DJ-PON3 arrived, and ah had a bit of a freak out.” “We figured.” Terra nodded, “Slip did the exact same thing when he showed up, only it only lasted five minutes.” “Slip’s here?!” Clementine shoots out of bed at the mention of Slip Wing’s arrival. “Why didn’t ya tell me sooner?!” Clementine gallops past the two, rocketing out of the door in surprising speed. Terra and Skye look on with a smile and a chuckle at her reaction. “We probably should have led with that.” Skye looks back at Terra. “Probably.” Clementine speeds down the stars with great enthusiasm, tripping herself when close to the bottom. She rolls down the rest of the way, propping herself back up once she reaches the floor, acting like nothing ever happened. It might as well have, as the ponies inside are partying too hard to care. Techno music blares throughout the place, with many ponies of all ages having the time of their lives. Vinyl Scratch is dropping the beats with the same kind of extravagant effort as if she was at a concert, which already makes Clementine’s hooves dance to the beat in her search for Slip Wing. The flashing lights that are perfectly timed with the music aren’t helping her in the slightest. However, her search comes to an end, when she bumps right into the wandering Slip, holding up two glasses of punch with his wings. Her face collides with his chest fluff, pushing him back into a small crowd of dancing ponies. The impact makes him wobble, but keeps his balance to prevent the drinks from falling over. “Ooops, sorry.” Slip apologizes to the ponies he bumped into. They nod in acceptance, going back to their wild dancing. He looks back at Clementine, who is shaking her head back and forth from the impact. “There you are.” he smiles, “I was looking all over for you.” “You were?!” she questions with a blush on her face. The flashing lights make it impossible for Slip to notice. “Ah mean…umm…cool…” she notices the punch, “Oh, is one of those for me?” “Hmmm?” Slip sees that the punch is fully intact and unspilt. “Oh! Right! Yes! Here you go.” he moves a wing over to her. She takes the punch happily. “Cool party, huh?” “Technically, ah just got here.” “Really? I got here like twenty minutes ago.” “I got here two hours ago.” “Does…does that count as just getting here?” “Ah kind of fainted when I saw…” “DJ-PON3….” they both say at the same time. They catch this, looking at each other with great surprise, before laughing it off and drinking their punch quietly amid the loud music. “So…” they say simultaneously. “Sorry…” they do it again. “You first.” And again. “Skye and Terra woke me up.” Clementine says without interruption, “Ah guess ah had a bit of a overreaction.” “Well, it’s not everyday that you see a celebrity. Well, technically, your dad’s a celebrity….and Rarity is too…and then there’s Princess Twilight…you know what? It IS everyday.” He laughs. “That’s true, ah suppose. But they’re family, DJ-PON3 is somepony ah have never seen in the same room as me!” “Good point.” Slip takes another sip of punch, “To be fair, I totally fainted, too.” “So ah heard. But ya woke up much sooner than ah did. Yer much stronger than ah am.” “That’s not true. I couldn’t have singlehoofedly bucked a tree in mid air to save my classmates.” “First off, it wasn’t singlehoofedly; ah had ta use two. Skye and Terra must’ve been exagerattin’ again.” “It’s still incredibly brave of you. I’m certainly afraid of making you mad; it could only mean the end to my well being, since you can crush me with those hooves.” “Nah, ya can never make me mad.” she blushes an invisible blush, “But…try not to; I’d hate ta pummel such a good friend.” “INCOMING!!!” Pinkie screams, getting the attention of Slip and Clementine. They watch as Pinkie Pie swings from a hanging light and into the expectant hooves of the group of ponies below, resulting in Pinkie performing crowd surfing. “WHEEEE!!! It’s like I’m flying!” “Looks like Pinkie hasn’t changed.” Slip smirks. “Ah don’t think she ever will.” Clementine giggles, “That’s a good thing.” “A VERY good thing. Who else could throw a party like she can?” The two look over to see Twilight stumbling about, with a half cup of hard cider floating by her lips. Big Macintosh, who is attempting to suppress his own drunkenness, is trying his best to keep her steady, but not even the strongest stallion in Ponyville could keep the princess in check. He places his hooves on her, with one brushing against her rump. On reflex, the drunken Twilight swings around and smacks Big Mac across the face with a wing. “Hooves off! I’m married!” she screams. Squinting her eyes, her burrow unfurrows when she notices that she actually struck her beloved. “Oh my gosh!” her attitude becomes worrisome, though she is still very much drunk. “I’m soooooo sorry…” she slurs, putting her hooves on his cheeks and caressing the spot that she hit. “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s make out.” “Erm, Twi…” Big Mac cranes his head back, noticing that this incident is happening by the curious eyes of Clementine and Slip Wing. “…there are foals watchin’. We can’t…” “Oh, they’ll find out eventually. Now, call me ‘Princess’, like you always do on our special nights.” she puckers her lips, getting Big Mac to kiss her. The awkward lip lock soon turns passionate as it continues. Carefully, yet rather comically, Big Mac inches Twilight away from Clementine and Slip’s gaze, moving backwards to the hallway, where they will either stop around the corner, or in Big Mac’s room, where other events await. Clementine and Slip don’t care to find out, as they simply watch the two slink away from their sight. “Wow…” Clementine is the first to speak after seeing that, “Never seen mah aunt so drunk before.” “Remind me never to have the hard stuff, when I grow up.” Slip asides, “Kind of don’t want to be starting fights….and…um…whatever they’re doing around that corner.” “LET’S MAKE A FOAL!!!” Twilight enthusiastically shouts from around the corner, eliciting more awkward shuffling, followed by a door slam. “How does one go about making a foal?” Clementine tilts her head in confusion. “That’s grown up talk!” Rarity, looming behind them, interrupts Clementine’s train of thought with her appearance. “I…I mean…um…that kind of information is too sensitive for the time being. Ask your parents in…hm…” she taps her chin, “Two years.” “Two years?! Ah can’t wait that long!” “You must!” Rarity interjects, “A filly as young as you shouldn’t be privy to such know how.” “My parents told me last week.” Slip says, almost proudly. “Well, you’re a colt! There’s a difference!” “It’s not fair!” Clementine pouts, “Why does he get to know about how foals are made, when ah have to wait two more years?!” she plunks down on the floor, crossing her forelegs with a groan, “Bein’ a filly sucks.” Clementine looks over to where Twilight used to be, thinking back on Twilight’s powerful abilities. “Ya think Auntie Twi can make me into a colt?” “Please don’t.” Slip says under his breath. “Oh, stop being so dramatic, little Clem.” Rarity scrunches Clementine’s cheeks together. “When your parents are ready, they’ll tell you all about it. You’re young, and have all the time in the world to find out about the wonders of courtships.” “Courtships?” Clementine remains in a state of confusion. “You’ll find out.” Rarity rubs a hoof on Clementine’s mane, before walking back to meet up with Donut Joe. “This party just got weird.” Clementine grimaces, “Ah thought it was gonna be fun.” CRASH! Rainbow Dash, having the time of her life, falls from the ceiling with a fan falling down with her. Apparently, she thought she was light enough to hang on the ceiling fan without the use of her wings. She was wrong. The crowd cheers, while Granny Smith is less than pleased at the destruction. “Confound you ponies!” Granny Smith growls. Even at her old age, she still comes off as intimidating. “Umm…she did it!” Rainbow Dash points at Fluttershy, before running off. “Well, I never!” Fluttershy gasps in shock at her companion’s betrayal, chasing after her. “You get back here this instant!” “Save some fer me!” Granny Smith chases along with her. The crowd laughs and cheers at the sight of the ponies running around the house, and DJ-PON3 joins in on the fun, mixing a beat with orchestral chase music and pop tunes. “Ah take it back…” Clementine giggles, “NOW it’s fun!” Hours pass, fun was had, police were called, and more chases with drunken ponies ensued. What was meant to be a fun gathering with foals and ponies alike, turned into chaos, when the adults decided it was a good idea to get more than a bit tipsy. The foals had no issue, as watching the grown ups become belligerent was amusing to them. After a while, the grown ups began to tire, with the foals following suit, albeit for completely different reasons. Once Pinkie helped the remaining attendees clean up, she and Clementine took off back to Sugar Cube Corner. One the way, they passed Clementine’s house, where they can hear the sounds of bumping and crashing inside, alongside grunts from the fillies parents. “Must have found that bothersome pest again.” Clementine mutters. “Huh?” Pinkie raises an eyebrow. “There would be nights where ah would hear banging on the walls. Ah always assumed it was a rodent.” The grunts and wall banging gets louder and more intense, frightening Clementine and Pinkie, causing the two to step away from the house further than they already are. “OH MY GOD! YES!!!!” Matt is heard screaming, the loud noises ceasing. “Oh, looks like they got it. Ah wanna see what it looks like.” Clementine inches towards the house, but is stopped by the panicked hoof of Pinkie, who is well aware of the REAL situation happening inside. “Actually, lets leave them be.” Pinkie brings Clementine back to her side. “Chasing rodents can be hard work. Believe me, I know.” “Aw, okay.” Clementine says with disappointment. The two walk away from the house, with Pinkie looking back, expressing a look of relief that the young filly didn’t barge her way on what would have no doubt have been an awkward situation. Upstairs in Sugar Cube Corner, where Pinkie Pie’s residence lay, Clementine is being tucked in onto Pinkie’ large couch, with comfortable pillows and a warm blanket. The young filly yawns, already allowing the sleep to take over. “Did you have fun tonight, little Clementine?” Pinkie asks with a smile. “Ah sure did. It was a lot of fun.” “Good. Next time, I’m going to go even bigger.” “Bigger?! Ya had DJ-PON3 there! How could it get any bigger?” “You’ll see.” Pinkie finishes tucking her in, “All will be revealed.” The tuckered out party pony begins to slink away towards her bed. “Aunt Pinkie?” “Yes?” Pinkie stops her walk. “Can ah ask ya somethin’?” “Sure, Clem. You can ask me anything.” “Ya see, ah was wonderin’. Nopony would tell me tonight, so ah figured ah asked you.” she takes a deep breath, “Where do foals come from?” Pinkie’s mind practically shatters at the question. Her long pause and silence worries poor Clementine, wondering what is happening with the once energetic and happy pony. Pinkie is usually quick to answer on any question, no matter how outrageous, but this one genuinely makes her stop in her tracks. “Aunt Pinkie?” “Oh, uh….” Pinkie tries to laugh it off, but it sounds more like a nervous laugh than an actual one. “Wow, um…that’s a bit of a loaded question. I mean, uh…it’s difficult to explain to a filly as young as you.” “I’m old enough! Slip got to find out, why not me?” “Oh, geez.” Pinkie scratches the back of her mane, “You see…when…uh….when a stallion and a mare love each other….uh…they…uhh…” An idea suddenly dings in her brain. Pinkie scampers off, coming back after a few moments with two action figures in her hooves. “Okay, here we go. Pinkie Pie Presents…Foal Making!” She raises up one figure, which is of a masculine army pony, and another, which is more feminine, and resembles that of a waitress in an old timey diner. “Wow, I just spent a long day of being awesome at the awesome factory!” Pinkie attempts to sound gruff and tough, “Where is my wife?” “Tee-hee! I’m here!” Pinkie voice becomes higher pitched, as she playfully bounces the waitress mare towards the masculine stallion. “I was off spreading love and joy to all the foals in Equestria!” “You are the best, my love! We should make a foal.” Gruff Pony says. “That would be super dooper!” Waitress Pony responds with excitement. Pinkie bring the two figures together for a nuzzle, making kissing noises in an over-the-top and not at all how kissing sounds fashion. “Then. Eleven months later….” Pinkie tosses a figure of a little foal onto the couch, screaming “Wheeee!!!” as she does it. “A foal is born!” Clementine looks down at the figure of the foal, then back at Pinkie. A bead of sweat goes down Pinkie’ brow, hoping that Clementine won’t pry any further. “So…they kiss, and then boom? Pregnant?” “Umm….yes? It’s a fifty-fifty shot.” “Ew!” Clementine grimaces in disgust, “That means mah parents have been tryin’ to make foals everywhere we go! Yuck!” Clementine bundles up on the couch, making herself comfortable. “They’re gonna get an earful tomorrow!” she looks back at Pinkie, “Thanks, Auntie Pinkie.” “No problem!” Pinkie chuckles that nervous chuckle, turning away to go back to bed. She looks back at the action figures with an apologetic expression. “Sorry Sergeant Stone and Prima Donna.” “It’s okay, Pinkie.” Pinkie mimics the voice of Stone, “I enjoyed it.” “Ugh! You perverted brute!” Prima Donna (Pinkie, of course) scoffs, “Like I would ever be with a stallion like you!” “Don’t worry, Stone…” Pinkie assures the action figure. “She’ll come around.” “Did ya say something, Auntie Pinkie?” Clementine calls out. Pinkie tosses the figures into a nearby toy chest, turning to the inquisitive yet sleepy Clementine with a feigned innocence. “Nope! Nothing at all! Good night!” Clementine shrugs, going back to sleep. Pinkie sighs in relief, and goes to bed as well.