Pinkie Pie pondered for a moment what her next best course of action was. She wasn't the best at thinking in the long-term; her sporacity contributed to this, and was also the result of it. At the moment, her movie theater snack erupting from her flank was her top priority. It was making quite a mess of Twilight's living room. Pinkie decided a bowl was the most logical container for the snack, and trotted to the kitchen to fetch one. Opening a cabinet, she grabbed a bowl, trotted back to the living room, and positioned the container in the line of fire. Out of sheer curiosity, she grabbed a kernel and ate it.
"Mmm! Delicious!" she remarked at the taste of the gourmet popcorn treat.
Back upstairs, Twilight rubbed her temples with her front hooves. "This is literally impossible to deal with. I have no idea what we're going to do about any of this ridiculousness. My logic is failing me." Twilight was obviously upset at her normally infallible knowledge failing her.
"Maybe we should just let it happen and see what... happens?" suggested Spike.
"And let Pinkie Pie tear a hole in the universe? Not on my watch." Twilight rebutted.
"But you're way over your head!"
Spike was right. Twilight was in no position to deal with a problem that warped the very fabric of reality. She needed help.
"Let's just go downstairs and see how she's doing," Spike offered. Twilight followed him as he exited out of the room and down the stairs.
Popcorn kernels were scattered about the room, but besides that and Pinkie Pie sitting next to a bowl, everything seemed fairly normal. Twilight Sparkle and Spike sat down next to Pinkie Pie on the sofa.
"So, did you think of anything?" asked Pinkie Pie with optimism.
"Not really. I just wish there were more of me to work on this issue!" Twilight joked. She began to laugh to herself, but was interrupted.
Suddenly, standing in fromt of her was another Twilight Sparkle. This wouldn't have been the first time she had seen a clone of herself staring back at her, but the out-of-blue nature of the event took her back. Her most concerning realization, however, was that more and more clones of the purple mare were spawning in the house, at a rate of one a second.
"Okay, seriously, what the buck?!" was all Twilight could get out of her mouth before feeling like she was going to faint a fifth time. She forced herself not to, knowing that without her intervention, this would get out of hoof, very quickly. Turning to Pinkie, Twilight noticed that her friend was convulsing on the sofa involuntarily. She then realized that somehow, Pinkie was creating this duplicates.
"Pinkie!" Twilight shouted over the sound of magic zapping from the apparition of Twilights. "Think about something other than me! Think about, I don't know, balloons!"
Balloons. Why did she have to say balloons. Immediately, instead of Twilights, balloons began appearing, then floating to the ceiling.
"Bucking Celestia!" cursed Twilight. "Spike... you..." Twilight thought of what the best course of action was. "...I don't know, knock her out or something!"
Eager to stop the madness, Spike touched a claw to Pinkie's neck, rendering her asleep almost instantly.
"How did you do that?" Twilight asked Spike.
"Ancient dragon neck-pinch technique. Works every time."