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// Pinkie Pie 
// Story: Bubbled 
// by Jingle 
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A knock on the door roused you from your sleep, early in the morning. Quickly, you threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, replacing your loose, comfortable pajamas. You called for whoever was at the door to hold on as you ran a hand through your hair and made your way down the stairs. Taking a small moment to compose yourself, you answered to door. Much to your surprise, a small pink filly waited at your doorstep, holding a note in her mouth. Dropping the note at your feet, the wild-haired filly looked up at you with a goofy grin on her face. You retrieved the note, reading it aloud.

"This is Pinkie Pie. She only wishes to have some fun. When she had had enough, send her back home. Thank you, Maud Pie." Huh, you thought, that was oddly brief.

Shrugging slightly, you motioned for the filly to come inside. At your gesture, the fluffy filly burst in your door, looking in every nook and cranny for something fun. Dropping the note on your doormat, you closed the door and turned to hunt down the young earth mare. It was astonishing how quickly she could move, bolting from corner to corner of your house, bounding up the stairs with no problem. For a while, you chased her over nearly every inch of your house, the filly managing to stay just out of your grasp. What was her name again, you wondered, racking your brain.

"Right," you muttered, "Pinkie Pie!"

At your call, the fluffy pink foal stopped dead in her tracks, turning to glance back at you. Satisfied with her reaction, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath. Who knew it would be so much work just to catch such a small pony. You noticed her attention seemed to visibly draining as Pinkie Pie grew restless in front of your eyes. Quickly, an idea popped into your mind. You had the perfect thing to keep this high energy filly entertained. Having Pinkie Pie follow you into your living room, you riffled through a drawer, casting aside old letters, spare pencils, and forgotten rubber bands. At last, you came across what your had been searching for, a neatly wrapped up roll of bubble wrap. 

Pinkie Pie watched you curiously as you dug through the drawer. Her face lit up with joy when you ripped off a sheet of the packaging wrap. Though she had never seen the new got before, Pinkie Pie couldn't help but think it looked like fun. Dropping the bubble wrap in front on the bright filly, you shut the drawer and sat down beside her. Pinkie Pie nudged the clear plastic with her nose, wondering what entertainment qualities it could provide. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to do anything. Frustrated at your pathetic toy, Pinkie Pie stomped her hoof down, popping a couple bubbles in the packaging sheet. Jumping up like a frightened cat, the filly reeled back, having been startled by the loud noise. 

Though she was initially spooked, Pinkie Pie soon realized how much value this new play-thing had. Stepping down on another bubble, the filly giggled delightfully as it popped with a small crack. You could help but let a small grin grow on your face as you watched Pinkie Pie discover the possibilities the bubble wrap contained. Of course, her adorable giggling also fueled the giddy smile that you no longer attempted to suppress. Besides, it wasn't like anyone would know or care that you maybe weren't as fierce or smug as you could pretend to be.

Soon, Pinkie Pie's eyes grew wide as she gained what, in her mind, was the most brilliant idea ever conceived. The young filly ran out of the room, causing you to cock your head in confusion, where was she going. After a moment of contemplating, you got up from where you had previously been sitting and stood to go hunt down Pinkie Pie. As you went out to search, a bright blur of pink fur and tangled mane bolted past you, launching herself at the bubble wrap. She landed with a roll, wheeling all the way across the packaging strip, rows of bubbles popping with an array of differently timed cracks. Pinkie Pie sprung up to her hooves, letting out a shriek of delight at her amusing stunt. 

You laughed as well, enjoying the antics of the playful pony. Watching her had seemed to lighten your mood after having been woken early in the morning. On the weekends, you loved to sleep in and enjoy the time off, but this seemed to be as good of an alternative as any. Letting both of your joyful laughs subside to simple smiles, you sat back down beside Pinkie Pie. Thrilled with both her new toy and her new, quickly-earned friend, Pinkie Pie's hair seemed to get even bigger, if that was even possible. 


Turning back from you to the deflated bubble wrap with a gleeful smile, Pinkie Pie stepped down on the wrap. Much to her dismay, there was no sound and no bubbles to pop. Trying again, the grin slowly subsided from the filly's face. She looked to you in puzzlement, unable to understand what had happened to her new toy. You offered her a silly grin, standing up to rip off another sheet of the prized bubble wrap. Tossing down the fresh sheet and picking up the used, limp one, you nodded your head, signaling Pinkie Pie to try again. She set her hoof down on the new bit of wrap, this time more hesitantly. When she heard the lovely pop, Pinkie Pie's joyous demeanor returned. 

Tossing the old bubble wrap in the trash, you figured it would probably be good to send the filly home so her family didn't worry. With her relatively fresh piece of bubble wrap in hoof, you ushered a Pinkie Pie out the door, telling her to head home. You watched the young filly until she disappeared from your sight. Part of you felt guilty for not walking her home, but you dismissed the feeling, knowing the filly would be fine. After all, if she could manage to out run you, she could probably do quite a bit more.