Celestia walked out on her balcony, and looked down on her realms and lands, love and pride for her little ponies welling up in her.
It was a familiar sight, and familiarity breeds comfort, which breeds a desire for certain outlets.
As Celestia’s horn glowed in preparation for raising the sun, her warm smile warped into a mischievous one. She took a deep breath, and called out in the Royal Canterlot Voice.
“NAAAAAANTS AMAHHASHIIIIII BAGITHI BABAAA!”