If a tire was on fire during a blizzard, would you stay close to it and keep warm, or run from the awful smell?
Pinkie Pie loves Ponyville. She loves everything about it!
Well, almost everything. Some things don't exactly agree with her.
Objects around Ponyville have started acting up. Emphasis on acting. They have suddenly come to life, and are attempting to attack Pinkie Pie. Luckily, she's trained in self defense...somehow...
The only other problem is... nopony believes her...
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For some reason, I find that picture to be cute.
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This was my reaction when I first read the chapter title.
This was my reaction upon reading.
This reminds me of the Calvin and Hobbes comics.
Love it!
Dear Celestia, my sides.
LoL!
Though first of all your story is a lie,
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and second, that toilet....
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Had a potty mouth
2034519 CRISIS AVERTED!
10 bits says Discord is doing all this just to mess with her.
Pinkie should just sleep through all her birthdays from now on.
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loved it :3
but I think the bit where "she smoked bad pony-crack laced with lsd" should be put back in, as a salient detail
what inspired this craziness?
All i have to say is
This is extremely weird, and I love it. Pinkie is so adorable~
And a living toilet. What next? I hope to find out. Upvoted, favorited, and followed.
Oh hey, I was wondering when this would update. Don't want to be that guy, but it's "flugelhorn."
That's funny. That's some great stuff right there.
I think Pinkie Pie is very Plot-heavy.
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Good lord...this is still funny. I wonder what's going to end up being the answer of 'what's going on?'
...I have a sudden mental image of it being "Pound's first Trolling".
2167865 .......wut?
This chapter reminds of that one folding chair that attacked Snoopy in A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Funny how no one noticed until Franklin sat in it that it was destroyed.
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Translation: Pound Cake is animating the inanimate objects using his fledgling unicorn magic in order to prank his Aunt Pinkie.
2169015 If there was a SUPER emoticon for laughter, like one for literally falling out of your chair, I would use it right about now. (But that is not the answer, mind you!)
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The really funny thing about that is that, if that was what it was, Pinkie would probably consider it the best Birthday Present ever!
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2169708 Yes!! I love this story, and I'm glad to see another chapter at long last! If this is fun to write, please keep having fun, and we'll have fun reading it. Please don't do any inanimate computers, because I haven't been able to look at the toilet the same way since. I want to still use mine, so I'm scared.
2172666 Don't worry, ponies don't have computers! (Although light bulbs may come into place later
)
2172708 Light bulbs would be great! I will animate them with my unholy powers!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
2172740 *All the light bulbs around you (including the sun for whatever reason) attack you*.
Ouch...
I can see this being an actual episode.
Pinkie! I needed that!
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Ratchet, you're a silly pony!
2219989 Like my job wasn't bad enough before! Stupid space bridge, it just had to malfunction on me at the worst possible moment! Now how am I suppose to get back to my teammates?!
2220070 With Chickens in a House Full of Bacon in Arizona!
Using CiaHFoBiA!
So I woke up the night after I read chapter two, only to get attacked by my bed. It caught me under the covers, and tangled me up until I had nothing left but some really dark terror coursing through my supple veins. I started to asphyxiate from the noose my bed had formed around my neck, and my heart began to pick up pace a thousandfold. As I died, I had only one thought running through my head. I'm not afraid of death. But of all the ways I could die, being murdered by a piece of furniture was definitely one of the ways I wanted to die... And then everything faded to black. I woke up screaming like I hadn't yet hit puberty and fighting my growling bed, only to find it was inanimate. I decided never to read another chapter of this story after that, but I simply couldn't resist! You have earned my respect, which isn't really that hard to do, but still.
2222330 Meh. My brother's "Bed murder" was much better. His literally grew teeth and he used a nearby lamp to set it on fire.
But thanks!