"C'mon, Pinkie. They're all waiting for you in court." Mrs. Cake said, standing in the doorway of Sugarcube Corner.
"I don't understand why I have to go! It's not like we hurt anypony or broke any laws." Pinkie Pie said, stuffing extra cookies in her mane.
"Yes, Pinkie. But that created a lot of chaos and confusion. And whatever the mayor decides on, we must obey it. Or else we'll all end up in jail!" Mr. Cake said, walking out of his shop.
"You're saying I'll be arrested?!" Pinkie exclaimed, a sudden feeling of worry in her eyes.
"No, no, no darling! It's just... um... well, it's court. And in court, anything can happen to a pony." Mrs. Cake said, following her husband.
"So... I won't be taken to prison?" The pink filly asked, hopping down the stairs and onto the soft green grass below.
"If this goes good, then yes, you'll be free. But if they think you did it because you were trying to create disharmony, then, you might be put in jail." Mr. Cake said, locking the door Sugarcube Corner.
"I sure hope Applejack is doing a good job watching the twins... they can be a hoof-full sometimes." Mrs. Cake worriedly said.
"If anything, I hope Applejack's okay! Leaving one earth pony in charge of pegasus and unicorn foals is tough! Right, Pinkie?" Mr. Cake asked as the three ponies walked through town.
"Yeah, sure. But I might be arrested! I don't wanna be arrested! Or what if I'm not arrested? What if they give me the death penalty? Or what if-" Pinkie blabbered on.
"Pinkie Pie, remember, you made duplicates of yourself. I don't think they'll kill you. I'm not even sure if they'll arrest you." Mrs. Cake stated.
Pinkie, with her lawyer by her side, sat in the court room in front of the judge. Mr. and Mrs. Cake sat in the back, behind the pink pony.
As the gavel echoed through the room, the judge began speaking.
"Do you know what you did to Ponyville, young lady?" The stallion's angry voice asked.
"Sure. I made copies of myself! It tickled." The filly replied.
"You made copies that could have destroyed our town... our country!"
"It wasn't my fault! They kept on making copies of themselves- I had no control over it!" Pinkie was becoming frustrated. Why didn't the judge understand her? She already admitted she made a copy.
"So, you didn't do it?" The judge asked.
"No! I did- I just made a few. Then they did the rest!"
"So, you did make some?"
"I just said that!" Pinkie yelled at the confusing judge.
"Hmm... how often do you eat sugar?" The stallion asked.
"That's none of your concern!" Pinkie screamed back. She seemed as mad as when somepony broke a pinkie promise.
"Quiet! In exchange for what you did, you will serve 48 hours of no candy-" The stallion began.
"NO CANDY?! You're trying to confuse me and I am getting nervousited and all you want me to do is not eat sugar?! Heck no!" Pinkie Pie angrily yelled.
"Pinkie! No, take the deal." Mrs. Cake whispered, fearing that Pinkie might go to prison.
"No way!" Pinkie screamed.
"Have it your way." The judge said quietly. Raising his voice, he continued, "Trial will start one week from today at 9 am! Better be there, or else you immediately go to prison! Ponyville law."
"9 am?! That's waaaaaay to early! Even for the early bird, you know, the one that catches the early worm? But seriously, guys, that is too early for me." Pinkie said.
Slamming the gavel down, the judge yelled, "Get her out of my sight!"
A policemare grabbed Pinkie, and took her out of the court room.
The Cakes met Pinkie outside.
"So I made some copies of myself? What is that, a crime all of the sudden?" Pinkie said, feeling devastated. The three ponies walked into town.
"Yes. So is talking back to the judge, being a smart-aleck, and all that other stuff you did. This was a busy Sunday for you." Mrs. Cake said.
"Dieting isn't so bad, Pinkie. You should have taken the deal." Mr. Cake stated.
"It's the principle of the thing! Just because they think I was hyped up shouldn't mean it'll help out Ponyville. In fact- helping- that's what I tried to do last time, and look- I got into court because of it." Pinkie debated.
"Pinkie Pie! There you are!" Fluttershy whispered, landing beside Pinkie, "I just wanted to say thank you for giving me those carrots you grew this weekend. Angel said they were delicious! The pets really appreciate your time."
"I didn't do any of that!" Pinkie said, still with anger in her voice. Pinkie continued walking down the street; the Cakes following close behind.
"Hey, thanks for helping me with that health smoothie!" Rainbow Dash called from a cloud, seeing Pinkie below her.
Pinkie grumbled.
"This has been happening all week!" Pinkie realized. "My friends keep mistaking me for somepony else! I never helped Rainbow with a smoothie. And health smoothies... yuck!"
"Somepony else... named Pinkie Pie? Who apparently looks just like you?" Mr. Cake questioned.
Pinkie ignored him, and continued walking.
"Can I ask you a question?" Mrs. Cake asked, "How long have you been sleeping lately?"
"Normal... like always. Why?" Pinkie replied.
"No reason. Just... sometimes people do things in their sleep. Like, once I ate the inventory." The blue mare replied.
"All of the inventory." Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Like I said the last time, I didn't mean to!" Mrs. Cake said, feeling guilty.
"Well, I don't wanna hear this argument again. I'm going home. To my room." Pinkie said, leaving the couple behind her.
In Pinkie's bedroom, two sounds were heard. First, the sound of scissors. Pink hair fell to the ground as little by little some was cut off. A phone ringing was also audible.
"Oh, sure, sure. Always happy to lend a hoof." A mare's voice said. A new voice.
Pinkie climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
"This Saturday- I'll be there." The voice continued.
Pinkie Pie opened the door to see- herself?
"Oh- gotta go." The mare inside hung up the phone and placed it down. "Well... this is embarrassing. I figured you'd be in court at least another hour."
"Who are you?!" Pinkie demanded.
"Who are you?" The mare asked.
"I'm Pinkie Pie!" Pinkie said, her voice getting louder.
"No, I'm Pinkie Pie." The mare inside said,
"Stop it!" The real Pinkie said, putting her left hoof up to her head.
"Stop it." The impostor inside her bedroom teased.
"I... should probably just go." The mare said, running out of Pinkie's room and down the stairs.
"Stop... uh... Sneakie Pie!" Pinkie yelled. She ran after the impostor.