(aka: What happens when you set Pinkie Pie loose on a stage in front of a hundred grumpy ponies)
Pinkie Pie galloped down the street, wondering what show she was supposed to be doing. She supposed it was a suprise. She loved suprises. Especially when they had extra frosting.
She stopped short. She didn't actually know which building she was supposed to go into. Oh well. She tried a door.
"Pinkie!" A young baby blue pegasus pulled her in. "I-I mean Diane. So sorry, miss..."
"Nah, just call me Pinkie," Pinkie Pie said.
The pegasus brightened. "Okay, if that's what you want. Hey, great hair! I didn't know hair stylists could make your hair longer!"
Pinkie blinked. "Neither did I! That's so cool!"
The pegasus buried his nose in her hair. "And it smells like cotton candy! That's just the sweetest-"
"SPOT!" a nasty-looking tan earth pony shouted. "What are you doing with your nose in Diane Pie's hair?"
"GAH!" Spot flailed his hooves around and fell flat on the floor. "S-sorry, miss..."
Pinkie could now see that his cutie mark was two spotlights of different colors crossing each other.
"I can guess your last name!" She cried. "Is it... Light?"
Spot looked at her. "Yeah... since when did you care about my name?"
"Diane!" the earth pony shouted. "It's time! The mayor of Ponyville has been introduced." She leaned forward and smiled a crooked smile. "I've already given her the five-spice rubdown. Time for your famous grilling."
Pinkie didn't understand her. "I like baking better than grilling. What is grilling, anyways?"
The two ponies just stared at her.
"Time!" Another pony grabbed Pinkie and put her on stage.
"Welcome back to Diane Pie, Live!" a voice announced. "And now here's our host, Diane Pie!"
"Pinkie froze. "Call me Pinkie already! Why is everyone calling me by my middle name? Did it change while I wasn't looking? But you can't really look at your name. Wouldn't it be nice if we just all had our names floating over our heads and then you'd never forget anypony's name..." She looked at the pony sitting in the armchair. "Like you. Where's Mayor Mare?"
The yellow-orange unicorn shuffled her hooves nervously. "She was impeached. Remember?"
"Nope! I can never remember anything for more than five seconds!" Pinkie Pie lept into the armchair across from the mayor. "Wee-hee! Bouncy! Try it!"
"Oh, no thank you..." the mayor said.
"No, really, it's fun!" Pinkie stared at the mayor expectantly.
The mayor stared at her hooves.
"Come on," Pinkie said.
The mayor wouldn't meet her eye. "Can't we just do the interview?"
"Not until you try bouncing."
The mayor sighed heavily and bounced up and down a little.
Pinkie brightened instantly. "Isn't that fun?" she asked.
The mayor blinked. Deciding to give the answer that would suit Pinkie, she said, "I guess a little."
"Then you weren't bouncing high enough. Come on!" This time Pinkie lept next to her and lifted her up and down.
"Oh! Pl-stop-oh!" the mayor closed her eyes. "That was... very... very fun. Now, what about the interview?"
Pinkie gave her a bored look. "Some ponies just never want to have fun. Oh-oh-some po-nies, don't wanna have fu-un!" She sang.
The mayor looked out towards the frustrated looking ponies in the audience. "How about the interview?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah- oh, hey, there's ponies out there!" She leaned way out over the edge of the stage. "I'm only used to seeing people when I look through that wall! ...hey, you don't look like you're having any fun. What's wrong with your eyes? A lot of you have eyes that are rolling around. You look like Derpy. OH! Are they falling out? OH NO! Quick! Everybody, find some eye glue!" She ran backstage.
"What's wrong with you?" the tan earth pony demanded. Pinkie saw her cutie mark was a megaphone.
"Just having fun! Isn't that what we're here for?"
"You are not here to have fun! You're here to expose the slobs and cheaters in the Equestrian government and get them out of office!"
Pinkie stared at her.
"Sounds like too much work."
She dashed back onto the stage.
"So, you wanted me to interview you?"
"Did you forget the eye- never mind," the mayor said.
"What? Of course I remembered the eye glue! I was joking about not being able to remember anything for more than five seconds! Can you imagine forgetting everything you know every five seconds? I'd be really stupid! Well some say I am anyway, but not that stupid! I know everyone in Ponyville- oh, except you. Hold on, how can you be mayor of Ponyville if you don't live there?"
The mayor looked scared. "You... you made an exception for me! I-I mean, Princess Twilight did! D-d-didn't she?"
"Princess Twilight?"
"Yes!" The mayor looked scared. "When she rearranged the government after the fall of Celestia, she asked me to be the mayor- and said I didn't have to worry about the normal way to run for office!"
"Why would Twilight do a thing like that?"
"I don't know! But she's the princess and the ruler of all Equestria!" The mayor was practically hiding under the table now.
Pinkie scratched her chin.
The tan mare was nodding approvingly from behind the curtain.
"All right," Pinkie said, "I have one more question." She leaned close to her.
The mayor cringed, like she expected to be struck.
"What year is it?"
The mayor blinked and told her.
Pinkie continued glaring for a moment.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know." She bounced off the stage, then poked her head out. "And, guys, always remember to be careful about your eyes!"
Then after a moment she poked her head out again. "Does that mean today is ten years from yesterday?"