//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: "Sneakie Pie" // by Vanilla Mocha //------------------------------// "That stupid no-good..." Pinkie's voice trailed off as she entered the kitchen downstairs. "Pinkie! What is wrong with you? Get out of the fridge- I have customers that are going to buy those soon!" Mrs. Cake cried. "I'll be right out of here-" Pinkie said. After stuffing her cheeks with food, she mumbled, "Hello, honey!" "What do you think you're doing?!" Mrs. Cake demanded. "Your husband sold me out for some food baked by that impostor... Sneakie." Pinkie replied. "So, you called me 'honey' because...?" "I need a new identity." "And you're choosing a married stallion?" "At least we've got something in common." "What do you mean?" "Me and Carrot both eat a-lotsa o' food!" Pinkie said, smiling. "But- hmmm..." Mrs. Cake paused, "Sit down- I'll make you some dinner." "But it's only three in the afternoo-" "Carrot has dinner when he wants it- and you are Carrot, right?" "Yeah..." Pinkie mumbled. "Do I have to keep going? This is the fourteenth course already... my sides hurt." Pinkie mumbled through a full mouth. "Aww, but Carrot, you always have at least fifteen- are you sick?" Mrs. Cake gasped. Pinkie groaned. "Fine, I'm no longer Carrot... but who am I now?" A knock was heard on Pinkie's bedroom door. "That disguise doesn't fool me, Pinkie." Sneakie said as she opened the door. Pinkie stood in the hallway with her mane flat and coat darker than usual. "It's not a disguise- It's my new identity. I've been thinking about what you said, and you're right: I've spent my life eating too much and creeping ponies by being waaaaaay too social with everypony. I've decided to follow your example and... get a fresh start." "Really?" "Yeah- Pinkie's all yours." Pinkie gave Sneakie her birth certificate. "Now my name will be Sneakie, since you're Pinkie now." "I don't know what to say..." Sneakie, err, Pinkie, replied. "Say this, say... we'll be friends." The new Sneakie held out a hoof. Impostor Pinkie shook her hoof with a smile. One Week Later... "Thanks for coming, everypony!" New Sneakie said, calmly walking around Sugarcube Corner. She was hosting a party- a calm, Rarity-style party. "So... I don't really get it, Pink-" Mrs. Cake started. "Sneakie. And what do you mean?" "You're just... giving up? The Pinkie I used to know didn't give up, or even the Sneakie I used to know either." "Sneakie just lets things go, unlike Pinkie." "What about your stuff... what about Gummy?" "Sneakie is more of a cat pony." "Wow... you've really changed." "Oh, and thanks for letting me host this party here." "No problem... Sneakie." "Oh! And I invited Pinkie over!" "You mean the pony that literally stole your life from you?" Mr. Cake asked before his wife could reply. "Honey! Don't question this... don't you see this is the best thing that has ever happened to me?" Mrs. Cake talked anyway. "What do you m-" "Other than you, of course..." "Hello, everypony!" New Pinkie said walking in. "Hi, Pinkie!" New Sneakie greeted. Hours after everypony else went home... "Wow, I can't believe how late it got." New Pinkie said, yawning. "I know! The time just flew by." New Sneakie replied. "This has just turned out great!" Mrs. Cake added. "A little too great..." Mr. Cake commented. "Pinkie, I have a present for you." Old Pinkie said. "Really? I'm flattered." "Here's my social security number, and a bunch of other documents you'll probably need. With these, you can prove to anypony that you're me." "Wow... this is amazing! Thanks, uh, Sneakie!" "No problem, Pinks." Suddenly, police sirens were heard outside. "That's her, officer!" New Sneakie directed a policemare towards new Pinkie. "W-w-wait, w-what are y-you-" "You're under arrest, Pinkie! You have the right to remain silent." "This is all a misunderstanding-" "You missed your court date, foal!" A policemare said as she hoof-cuffed old Sneakie. "But I'm not Pinkie!" "Yes she is!" Old Pinkie debated. "Ah- now I get all of this." Mr. Cake mumbled. "Stop, please!" Old Sneakie begged the officers, "That is Pinkie, right there!" The impostor looked over at who preferred to be called 'Sneakie'. "Not me, officers- my name is Sneakie. Sneakie Spy. In fact, you're lucky that Pinkie came over tonight with... this!" 'Sneakie' pulled out Pinkie's birth certificate out of the impostor's mane. The police read it, and arrested 'Pinkie'. "That was sneaky, Sneakie." Mr. Cake said, "I knew you hadn't changed." "Why should I change? I'm amazing!" "It does not bother you at all that somepony else was arrested for your actions?" Mr. Cake asked. "Hey, you steal Pinkie's identity, you go to jail. Now I'm going to my room. Goodnight!" At once, her mane became poofy again and her coat color became lighter. "By the way, my name is Pinkie. Pinkie Pie."