Sneakie Pie continued running through Ponyville. Pinkie jumped up, and landed on Sneakie's back. "Hey!" yelled the impostor.
"What do you think you're doing, uh, err... Sneakie!?" Pinkie growled, laying on the mare's back.
"Sneakie? Is that who you think I am?" The fake snickered.
"Then who are you?" Pinkie questioned.
Before answering, Sneakie bucked Pinkie off her back. Landing on the ground with a thud, the mare finally replied. "I told you- I'm Pinkie. The real question is, who are you?" With that, the impostor dashed into the deeper section of Ponyville's town area.
Pinkie sat up. "Sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeakieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She yelled.
Pinkie Pie paced her room. Opening the filly's bedroom door, Mrs. Cake walked in. Reaching over to shut her door, Pinkie asked "Where have you been? I said it was an emergency!"
"That's pretty much what you say instead of 'hello'." Mrs. Cake replied, rolling her eyes.
"This is not okay! I am in crisis mode. Do you notice anything different about this place?" Pinkie responded, sticking her hoof out towards the center of her room.
"It... looks a little cleaner." Mrs. Cake observed.
"Uh-huh. And look at my phone bill!" Pinkie said, grabbing a piece of paper from her mane. While she was at it, she took a cookie from her mane as well and ate it.
"I see a lot of telephone numbers." Mrs. Cake said, holding the bill in her hoof.
"Those are numbers to ponies I don't usually call! And I am bestie-friends with almost everypony! This makes no sense!" Pinkie exclaimed, crumbling up the paper.
"Not to mention I've gotten a bunch of 'thank you' cards in the mail from ponies just today." Pinkie handed one to Mrs. Cake.
"'Thank you Pinkie for your timeless efforts on behalf of making natural fruit salads for Bonbon's home for children that scream uncontrollably.' Since when did you touch some kind of fruit that wasn't artificially flavored?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"That's my whole point! I didn't! She did!" Pinkie said, throwing the rest of the letters in the air.
"She?" Mrs. Cake asked, confused.
"Sneakie! The other Pinkie!" Pinkie said, raising her voice a little. Calming down, she continued. "We've gotta find her, and stop her." Pinkie opened her bedroom door.
"Oh, her... right. The 'other Pinkie'. The one that looks exactly like you." Mrs. Cake giggled at this thought.
"Well... not exactly. But she stole my hair style! In fact, I found these hair clippings on the ground, She must've been fixing it!" Pinkie decided.
"Pinkie, you're having a psychotic break. Frankly, I'm surprised it hasn't happened before now." Mrs. Cake shut the door, and sat Pinkie down on her bed.
"What are you talking about?" Pinkie exclaimed.
"Look, Pinks. You're under a lot of pressure from the trial, and on some levels... to be honest... you loathe yourself." Mrs. Cake confessed.
"Why would I loathe myself? I'm basically the pink Rainbow Dash- I'm awesome!" Pinkie said, smiling brightly.
"Right... you're awesome. You're in trouble with the law, have no coltfriend, your life consists of eating candy and saving the world against supervillains with the help of your five best friends' aid.." Mrs. Cake listed.
"Who are you calling awesome?!" Pinkie yelled, standing up.
"So... you've created another Pinkie who does nice, calm things for ponies." Mrs. Cake shrugged, smiling.
"Does that sound like me... being calm?" Pinkie asked, her mane deflating.
"No. It sounds like 'Sneakie'." Mrs. Cake sighed, watching Pinkie's eyes grow bigger.
"Ugh! There is an actual, physical impostor out there! And we are going to make her pay!" Pinkie opened her door, and dragged Mrs. Cake out of her room.
"Alright... Pinkie. Let's go find... Sneakie." Mrs. Cake slowly said.
Pinkie ignored her. They were almost out of Sugarcube Corner when Pinkie said, "I'll be right back." She dashed into the mare's restroom. Mrs. Cake saw this as an opportunity to talk to her husband.
"Honey, you know that thing we always though would happen to Pinkie? Well... it did. Pinkie's snapped." She whispered, entering the kitchen.
"Wait... how has she snapped?"Mr. Cake asked.
"Alternate personality." The blue mare replied, worry in her eyes.
"Huh..." Mr. Cake mumbled.
"Didn't you have a plan for this... you know, just in case it did happen?"
"Sure. You isolate her, and I'll do what I learned best in high school."
"What, you'll do what?" Mrs. Cake asked, confused.
"Uh... what? Oh, is that a customer? Let me go handle them... just keep Pinkie busy, ok? I'll see you in ten minutes."
"Err... sounds good. Here she comes!" Mrs. Cake whispered, going back into the hallway.
Pinkie leaped out of the bathroom, and continued bouncing down the halls until she and the mare got outside.
"We'll find her! Then you'll see I'm not crazy!" Pinkie said as she trotted through the village.
"I'm sure we will Pinkie... and then what?"
"Simple. I hit 'er over the head and take my life back." Pinkie said, pulling a huge, wooden mallet out of her mane.
"Leaving the healthy Pinkie hurt?" Mrs. Cake questioned.
Granny Smith, on her way to the market to trade some of her freshly grown apples, stopped beside Pinkie and Mrs. Cake.
"Pinkie? Is that you?" The elderly pony asked, coming closer to the filly.
"Aww, come on!" Pinkie whined, throwing her front hooves up in the air.
"Oh thank you so much for helping me with my chores last week, sugar. I know that taste-test'n raw apple jam isn't quite you're thing... it being completely healthy 'n all. Here, have a mint." The mare held out a peppermint for Pinkie.
"No thanks! Take your mint." Pinkie said, waving her left front hoof in front of her muzzle.
"Okay, calm down, Pinks. Now, ma'am, are you sure that Pinkie helped you?" The blue furred earth pony asked.
"That's her! She spent three hours at my house on Thursday-"
"Thank you, ma'am." Mrs. Cake interrupted, pushing Pinkie the other direction.
"She's old! Not being rude or anything, but do you expect her to not get confused? That doesn't prove anything!" Pinkie said.
"Hiya, Pinkie Pie!" A blue furred pegasus called out.
"Oh what now?" Pinkie said, becoming frustrated.
"Hey guys, this is Pinkie I was telling you about!" The yellow maned pegasus said.
A crowd of ponies, who was obviously friends with the pegasus, hovered around Pinkie and Mrs. Cake.
"On behalf of the whole neighborhood, we'd like to thank you, Pinkie Pie, for everything you've done lately! Let's hear it for Pinkie!" The pegasus shouted, "Woo-hoo!"
Screaming, Pinkie ran out of the crowd, and down to the other side of town. Mrs. Cake, struggling to get out of the cluster of ponies, tried to follow her.
Pinkie, who was now hiding behind Sugarcube Corner, sighed.
Mrs. Cake had finally caught up with her.
"This is ridiculous! And I am not crazy!" She said.
"Target... is isolated!" Mrs. Cake shouted.
At once, Mr. Cake jumped off his back balcony, and landed behind Pinkie. He was wearing a mask and gloves for all his hooves. With a huge net in his hooves, he swooped her in it, and tied it.
Throwing it on his back, he ran. His wife followed behind him.
"That seemed unnecessary..." She said.
"Sorry... old habit. That's how we used to do it in high school." He replied, not slowing down his trot.