The ponies of FiM are celebrating their fourth season at Hasbro. But soon, some unwelcome guests start to appear from the past generations. Can the newest gen survive their ancestors? Can their ancestors tolerate the future? Well...
At Hasbro studios, the newest generation of MLP is celebrating their 4th successful season! During the party however, several characters from other generations start appearing, it is revealed that Fausticorn herself invited them as an idea for a new spin-off involving the old G1 series, the two characters that are the most similar are put in the same room where they start arguing about their respective series and characteristics in the style of Apple's popular "I'm a Mac and I'm A PC" ads.
Sadly due to a mixup in the mail(thanks Derpy!) several characters from G2 & G3 start popping up! Can the Mane Six keep a level head while conversing with their "Ancestors"? Or will "Love and Tolerant" get trampled to the ground and thrown out the window?
In a certain room at Hasbro Studios, two very different ponies faced each other. One was the paragon of all the progress that had been made since the first incarnation of pony. She was a kind, caring, smart individual who loved her friends dearly, and would do anything for them. A true representative of the magic of Friendship.
The other was Twilight Sparkle. She was pretty cool too.
Twilight frowned slightly at the pony before her. Honestly, though she was curious about this creature from a bygone era, Twilight wasn’t sure why this pegasus or her interchangeable friends were here in the first place. Supposedly they had been invited, some new spin off or another, but Twilight didn’t think it would work. If the fans had been angry enough at the Equestria Girls, then what chance then ponies from the hated previous generations stand? It was just a waste of time.
“So…you do know how this works right…er…” Twilight hadn’t really bothered to catch the ponies’ name.
“Wind Whistler. And while the aforementioned advertisements we are parodying were in fact before my time, I have done my homework.”
Twilight blinked. She hadn’t expected the G1 to have such a…not very irritating voice. She was under the impression all of them were nasally and annoying. Nor had she expected her to have such a firm grasp on vocabulary.
“Uh, alright.” Twilight attempted to brighten up. She had no idea what qualities Wind Whistler had to compare to her own, but the sooner they got through this the sooner she could get back to the party. So, Twilight forged on. She turned to where the cameras were, noting that Wind Whistler did the same.
“Hi, I’m a G4,”
“And I’m a G1” Wind Whistler finished.
“So, just out of curiosity, how do you like the new show?”
“It is exceedingly humorous, the musical presentations are admittedly on the whole superior to most, and while the visual style is simplistic, it seems to be acceptable.”
“Wait wait wait, what was that about the way it looks?”
Wind Whistler gave a little long suffering sigh. “I mean I find modern day flash animation to be a bit less appealing then hand drawn animation. Of course this is merely a personal style rather then a comment on superiority. It is fine if your preference is flash, and in fact your animation is better then most.”
Twilight huffed. “Hey! We look ten times better then you!”
Wind Whistler blinked at her. “My statement was not meant as an insult. I was merely stating my personal preference. And besides that, you must admit we look more like ponies then you.”
“What! How can you say that!”
“Because I am staring at you. The female Generation 4 head is drawn in a circular pattern, which is not found among real world equines. Your eyes are also drawn overly large, much like a character in Japanese anime.”
“A lot of people like the style!”
“I never said it was bad. I merely stated that you look only vaguely like ponies, aside from the males, whose appearance is much closer. Although we Generation 1s are not one hundred percent fully accurate with the equine form, your generation looks farther then ours.” Wind Whistler frowned. “I do not understand why you are so emotionally distressed over my personal tastes in animation. It seems a rather silly thing to become upset over.”
Twilight sputtered. “Well at least our series isn’t a overly long commercial.”
“Incorrect.”
“WHAT! Faust made us so we could appeal to everyone! Not just to sell toys!”
“Your series had done nothing that we did not do first. The very first special was an adventure. Yes, the intent was to sell toys, but it also had a villain and a story.”
“Your first movie had a song based entirely on selling a toy set!”
“And Equestria Girls was not meant to sell dolls? And the Canterlot Wedding was not meant to sell toys? And what about the Rainbow Power line? You had an entire season dedicated to those visually unappealing, flashy, glittery pains in my eyes, and you sit there and criticize myself and my companions simply for doing it first? We only had episodes where we introduced new sets, not an entire season filled with so many plotholes that loud portions of your fanbase have dedicated themselves to picking through each one.”
“You were a lot more ham handed!”
“…you call us ham handed, and yet in order to sell toys just as we did, you must sparkle rainbows?”
“Our show actually has morals!”
“So did ours.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about that one episode were two colts are blackmailed to dress up as babies and they all spend the entire episode lying to each other and gossiping!”
“First off, I am from the incarnation known as My Little Pony and Friends. The incarnation you are thinking of is My Little Pony Tales. They are completely different settings. Though you did at least get the generation correct, and thank you for that. I will not attempt to defend Tales, as I believe that they would rather respond to your accusations themselves. However, your statement that my series had no morals is utterly false. I myself have represented the very concept your series is based on several times in the past.”
“But it’s so obviously done!”
“It was the eighties.”
“Is that an excuse!?”
Wind Whistler snorted. “What you are doing right now is accusing my series of being bad for following the conventions of the times it was made in. Tastes change with time. How about this, Twilight Sparkle. Ask me about excuses in ten years when you have to explain to the next generation the logic behind ‘twerking.’”
Twilight gaped then shook her head.
Wind Whistler turned and trotted off. “I think we are done here.”
Twilight sat down and blinked her large anime eyes.
“…what the hay just happened?”
There was a loud pop and a certain chucking avatar of Chaos sprang into existence, lounging in the air, a bowl of popcorn on his belly. He giggled at Twilight, who gave him a long suffering look.
“My my my. Our brave, brilliant, brainy Twilight Sparkle. Bested by Data the Pony. How…surprising.” Discord gloated as he popped a few kernels into his ear.
“Well…how was I supposed to know she’d respond that way…her arguments were actually…coherent. I was under the impression it would be a bunch of nasty squawking but…she was almost pleasant to talk to…I didn’t research this…”
“What was that? You, Twilight Sparkle, didn’t do any research!”
“Of course I did! I read about them! All my sources were agreed! The past Generations of ponies were all indistinguishable, incomprehensible, and annoying!” Twilight huffed as she trotted back in forth in front of Discord.”
“Oh dear dear, and did you even check your sources?”
“I did! I even watched one! The Glass Princess! It was HORRIBLE!”
“That doesn’t sound like the thorough princess I know.” Discord chuckled.
“Well…so I didn’t watch any of the others….”
“Try it. I know if I just watched, say, one of our bad episodes, or just read brony hater blogs, I’d have the wrong idea as well…” Discord chuckled.
Twilight glared at him, then sighed, her eyes lowering and her ears drooping. “Maybe you have a point. I was just so indignant that I didn’t stop to look into things thoroughly. Thanks Discord.”
“Throne now!” Discord suddenly burst out a stream of confetti from Hammerspace, a plastic cheap pizza joint hat adorning his mismatched horns. It was apparently from ‘Freddy’s’. Whatever that was. “-I- just gave you a friendship lesson! -I- deserve it!”
Twilight chuckled. “Maybe later, Discord.” She turned as Discord’s hat deflated. “Time to do some –serious research-
Five days, two seasons of G1, two specials, and a movie later….
“It’s a good thing they are giving us a week in between these, so we can prepare.” Wind Whistler looked up at Firefly, who was loops in the air above the Estate at Dream Valley. “Have you not done enough physical exertion? I would think your performance skills would have been optimized two days ago…”
Firefly landed with a huge, almost motherly smile at Wind Whistler. “True, but I want to be sure I’m totally fit. Me and Surprise are the only predictable choices on the ‘list’. I just know the kid will want to race! I want it to!”
“Surprise and I.” Wind Whistler corrected gently.
Firefly nodded. “I’m going to race Whizzer again. See you later. And relax. I know that uptight Princess pissed you off, but-“
Both ponies jumped a bit as the aforementioned Princess suddenly teleported into their realm. The two turned and looked, Firefly showing more of her surprise then Wind Whistler, who just frowned slightly.
“I thought I made it very clear that I wanted no further discourse-“
“I know! I know! And I’m sorry! I was really rude and it was uncalled for!” Twilight said, raising her head. Wind Whistler felt a small sense of dread at the G4’s wide, manic expression. The tangled mane, the little eye twitch, the waggling of her left ear….was this the famous ‘Crazy Twilight’? Wind Whistler felt something akin to dread as she gazed into huge purple eyes that seemed to have stared to long into the Abyss. Any other pony would have run, or at least gulped. Wind Whistler merely blinked.
“Well…I’m glad that we are in agreement. Apology accepted…now-“
“But I know how we can fix EVERYTHING!” Twilight ignored Wind Whistler completely, instead leaning into close to the much bulkier pony, eyes wide and twitching. Wind Whistler found herself sitting on her bottom, the other pony leaning over her, like a wolf dominating its prey.
“Fix?”
“It’s not that your series was bad. Or, no it was bad. I suffered through FIVE DAYS OF IT! But I realized something! It’s not your fault! It never was YOUR fault! IT WAS THE 80s!”
“Ummm” For once Wind Whistler was at a loss for words. “Yes, it was the-“
“Cartoons in the 80s sucked! THE 80s SUCKED! It was the Dark Ages of Cartoons!”
“…aren’t you being a bit…over the top?” Firefly interjected, but Twilight continued.
“I mean, let’s look at what you poor ponies had to deal with! Ten minutes? TEN MINTUES! Who can tell a good story in ten minutes!”
“…have you heard of the Loony Tunes?” Firefly asked.
“That’s different!”
“How?”
“Let me explain!” Twilight was practically bouncing. “You had several stories, like…25 or so of them, all chopped up into bits and spread over several weeks. Like the old Doctor Who, only with ponies! And have you ever seen the first seasons of that show!?”
“…you are referring to the one from the 60s?” Wind Whistler asked.
“Yes, that! It was so slow! And it was boring! Just like you!” Twilight said. Firefly and Wind Whistler quickly scanned the forest for any rabid Classic Who fans on the loose. “And then you had to share space with all this other…weird stuff! Moondreamers! Potato head kids! What was up with that!?”
“…I am fairly certain that was the ‘and friends’ portion of ‘My Little Pony and Friends.” Wind Whistler said.
“Yes, but they just bogged you down! So, for the new show I have a list of ideas and I want to go over them with you before I show Faust and the Princess and who is that other guy who keeps hanging around?”
“…you mean our old writer-“
“Yeah yeah, him.” Twilight wasn’t even bothering with pauses now. “First we need to focus on a small group of about six, maybe seven of you. The ones with most variety of personality,”
“Like you.” Wind Whistler was now giving Twilight a deadpan look as her voice grew even more emotionless. Firefly wasn’t sure if Wind Whistler was going to explode finally, or just mentally shut down.
“Then we need to focus on characters and development and all that good stuff!“
“I…cannot argue with that, but-” Wind Whistler tried, but failed to be noticed.
“And I guess since WE are handling all the slice of life stuff VERY NICELY on our own, you can have all those crazy adventures and world building and stuff like that.”
“How…generous…” Wind Whistler stared.
“Okay! It’s all just rough drafts right now, but I’ll give you all of this,” papers exploded into existence from Twilight’s magic. “And my ponies can get back to your ponies and we can have lunch or something and this is all so EXCITING!” Twilight clapped her hooves, now squeeing in glee. “I can’t wait to see the better versions!” She teleported away, most likely back to Equestria, leaving a rain of paper in her wake.
“…what…the hell…just happened?” Wind Whistler stared at the floating papers, unaware she had just broken the cardinal rule of family cartoons, and swore.
Firefly gazed at her with concern, and touched her shoulder. The most brilliant of the Dream Valley ponies fell over with a thump.
“…well…that was…different…” Firefly blinked. “Ummm…I’ll go…find Megan. Or something. Maybe she can throw water on your face…” Firefly turned to find someone with opposable thumbs.
Meanwhile, in the Void Between Worlds.
“Well…now Princess Twilight has gone mad again…and I am fairly sure poor Wind Whistler is traumatized…” A smoky form sighed and looked at a fully formed white alicorn with a red mane and a quill and paper cutie mark. “I think it went well.”
“Hmmm, I still don’t understand why you don’t have a form here…” The Alicorn Faust said.
“…you know the bronies didn’t give me an alicorn form. Although they were nice enough to give one to Mrs. Zacherle...”
“I’m sure once they realize that you had just as much influence on the early days, they’ll come around.” Faust smiled. “They get a little excited sometimes, but they’re good people, Mr. Bloom.”
“Wow, that took a long time! Hi! Nice to finally meet you!” Pinky Pie smiled with her usual enthusiasm at her Gen 1 counterpart. The pegasus was also smiling. She didn’t really bounce but her grin rivaled Pinkie’s in wideness an enthusiasm. The only thing really unexpected about her was the hair. It kept shifting from yellow to a more yellow green. Every time Pinkie looked away then looked back it was different.
“Nice to meet you too!” Surprise said.
“Why is your hair strange?” Pinkie asked. “I thought it was supposed to be yellow.”
“Oh, it’s because the toy’s were yellow, but the tv show made it light green. I don’t know why.” Surprise shrugged. “I guess my hair is now on constant animation error.”
“Gee, that sounds irritating.”
“Well, it is a hit at parties!”
“I love parties!”
“I know! I love parties to!” Surprise nodded. “I love pranks too!”
“I love pranks…er…three! Or two…” Pinkie paused to contemplate her own silliness for a moment.
“I know!” Surprise laughed. “I don’t know why everyone else is so upset. I mean, yeah your fans say horrible things about us, but that’s hardly your fault.”
“Seriously, it’s like they are channeling some biased jerk’s dislike from other dimension or something. But that’s kinda silly, don’t you think?” Pinkie giggled. “Although I think there is something weird with Twilight’s copy of your show. It kinda smells funny, and I think I hear voices from it. Still, I don’t see why we can’t be friends!”
“Me either!” Surprise paused. “I…really don’t have anything mean to say to you…”
“Neither do I…and talking about our shows seems kinda boring to me. I mean the only thing I could talk about is humor, but humor isn’t as fun to talk about as it is to do.”
“So what do we do?”
For a second the two prankster ponies stared at each other, then Pinkie’s eyes widened.
“Oh oh oh! I know what we can do! We can have a goof off! I mean I know that Dashie wants to race Firefight…”
“Firefly.”
“Yeah, her, but this can be like, a pre race show! We can prank all of Ponyville and maybe even Dream Valley! Or Ponyland…which is it?”
“Either or, doesn’t matter! And that’s the best idea ever!...who is going to judge?”
“Oh oh oh! We can have two! One from Ponydreamland one from Equestria!”
“I know the best human for the job!” Surprise said gleefully.
“And I know the best pony for the job!” Pinkie laughed. “I’ll meet you in Ponyville Square in an hour!”
“You’re on!”
With a surprising amount of dust the two ponies vanished. It was unclear if they had used their hooves, wings, or Loony Tunes powers. A few minutes later two staff members peeked into the room.
“I know we’d never get them focus long enough to do the actual bit…” One said.
“As long as I don’t have to clean up after either of them.” The other said with a sigh. “The Bayformers are bad enough to clean up after…”
An hour later in the center of Ponyville, the two party ponies faced each other across the street. Several civilians had ducked in their respective homes and boared them up. Others had busted down the door of a certain brown stallion, convinced he had a magical blue box that was bigger on the inside that would shelter them. Neither was discovered on the premises. Some had simply decided to visit relatives in Manehatten. This left only the most daring of the populace to watch, and to participate, in the fun.
“Okay, we are playing by different rules today, there’s nothing worse then a repetitive goof off!” Pinkie declared. “We have until sundown to prank the entirety of Ponyville! The one with the most successful amount of pranks is the winner! Points will be given based on originality, fun for both the victims and the pranksters, and the element of surprise.”
“Well, I got you beat there!” Surprise smiled.
“Oh, we’ll see, grandma!” Pinkie smirked back.
The two judges stood to the side. One of them was a vary familiar curly haired stallion with a rubber chicken on his back. He had dispensed with the cowboy act for now, and instead of a pancho was simply wearing his own huge grin. The other was a human boy, about ten or so, who was munching on what appeared to be a bag of popcorn. The human offered some of the popcorn to Cheese Sandwich.
“You know, I have the distinct feeling you are going to be biased in favor of Surprise.” Cheese said as he took the offered popcorn.
“And you’re not going to be biased in favor of Pinkie?” Danny asked.
“Point.”
“You know, before we start, Pinkie, I’ve got something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long long time, ever since you took my place here.” Surprise walked over to Pinky, her usual grin fading into an almost serious expression. Pinkie tilted her head and frowned slightly.
“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked as Surprise got within a few inches of her muzzle.
“SURPRISE!”
Before Pinkie could react a cream pie had collided with her snout, covering her face in whipped and cream goodness, with a nice flaky crust. It tasted pretty good, but Pinkie couldn’t focus on that right now. Instead she wiped her eyes and blinked as Surprise ran away from her, looking over her shoulder and laughing.
“Hey! No fair!” Pinkie charged after Surprise, laughing as well. However, as her hoof hit a particular spot on the ground it erupted into a loud fart. Pinkie looked to find a whoopee cushion. She chuckled.
But now Surprise was in the air, flaying off somewhere to prank someone else.
“Ah, Pinkamina Diana Pie.” Pinkie said to herself. “You reeeeeaaaly should have expected that. But…” She smirked deviously. “I have not yet begun to prank!”
Surprise landed with a small thump. She looked around. This place was fairly unfamiliar to her. Still, she had some advantages. She could fly. Pinkie couldn’t, though the pink one did seem to have the power to warp reality. Aside from her animation error mane Surprise didn’t have that ability. Still, Surprise was older then Pinkie. Surely experience would win the day?
AS soon as she thought that something landed on her head and rolled off onto the ground. Surprise fluttered her wings, ready to fly in case this was a prank. Sure enough, it was a can, a plain looking blue can with the words ‘Open me’ written on the side. Surprise chuckled and kicked it away from her.
“Really, Pinkie, you’ll have to do better then that to get me!” Surprise stared to walk away from the rolling can, when suddenly Pinkie jumped at her from behind a bush. She was standing on her hind legs, and holding a small bucket.
“Heeeere’s Pinkie!” Pinkie had thought she needed her own call. The shout was accompanied by Pinkie dumping the contents of the bucket over Surprise’s head.
Surprise coughed a bit, then shook the bucket off her head. “Okay, that was good.”
“Juuuust wait.” Pinkie smirked. Surprise looked at her in puzzlement for a moment, then a horrible itching sensation started from the top of her head down to her hooves. She winched and yelped, rolling on the ground to get rid of the itch.
“You know, you shouldn’t have kicked that antidote down the street. But hey, if you hurry you might be able to get it! Have fun, Grandma!” Pinkie laughed and sped off.
Surprise growled and sped after the can of antidote. With a few half twitches and flutters of her wings she managed to dive on the can. Scrambling with her hooves she struggled to open in, mentally cursing her lack of both thumbs and bendable feathers. Still, she got it open, and dumped it all on her head.
Pinkie was right. It eased the itch.
It also turned her bright neon pink.
Surprise looked at her herself and laughed. “Now I really do look like her Granny Pie!” She studied herself for a second, then smiled and lifted herself in the air.
Rainbow snored happily in her cloud bed, Tank cuddled next to her. She was exhausted from her training, and she felt she didn’t have to watch the goof off. She had enough of those for a while. And she knew Pinkie would win. How could she not?
“Oh Daashy…”
Rainbow snorted and turned over in her bed. “Goway. Izzin’t cider season yet. Don’t havta.”
“Do you like cupppcakes?”
“Hwa?” Dash started awake to see a pink thing standing over her with a cupcake in one hoof and what appeared to be a bloody knife in the other. Dash yawned and sat up.
“Seriously…whatever your name is. Random Gen 1 pony? You’re a bit behind the times. As usual.”
“Oh, I know. I just always wanted to do that.” Surprise placed the implements on Dash’s bedside table. “By the way, do you like floral patterns?”
“Pffft, heck no.” Dash said.
“Oh, to bad. Have fun with that.” Surprise giggled as she turned and dived through the cloud floor. Dash yawned and sighed.
“Weirdos, right Tank…Tank! OH SWEET CELESTIA NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Dash screamed in horror at the terrible sight before her. Her beloved, awesome Tank’s shell had been painted a lovely yellow color, with little decorative flowers where the spots used to be. They appeared to be daises, with happy smiles like Cheerilee’s cutie mark. Not that Dash didn’t like Cheerilee, but her cutie mark didn’t belong on Rainbow Dash’s tortoise!
Tank looked up at his screaming, hysterical pony and yawned. He looked at one of his smiling flowers and grinned. It was very pretty.
The two fierce combatants stood in the middle of Sweet Apple Acres. Then sun was beginning to set, casting both ponies in red light. Pinkie was holding her Party Cannon before her, aimed at Surprise. Surprise had somehow found of the old Gismonk’s devices, as was aiming it at Pinkie. She had been restored to her natural coloration, and the device between her hooves appeared to be some of…thing. It had a barrel and a bunch of flashing doo dads. Pinkie assumed it was going to shot something at her. What that thing would be she had no idea. Still, she had faith in her Party Cannon. Pinkie tighter her grip on her Cannon’s trigger, and Surprise shifted to brace her own weapon better.
“Ahem.”
Pinkie and Surprise looked up to see Applejack, flanked by Big Mac and Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom was looking at them with wide eyes. Big Mac just looked like Big Mac usually looked. Applejack was frowning slightly.
“Now, Ah know ya’ll ain’t havin’ yer big goof off in the middle of my apple trees.” Applejack looked at Pinkie. “She might not care about cider season, but Ah reckon if Dash doesn’t get a mug this year, she might end up wringin’ yer neck, Pinkie. Mind takin’ it somewhere else?”
“Oh! Good point! Thank’s AJ!” Pinkie stowed the Cannon in her hair and started to bounce away. “Meet you back at the starting point!”
“Okay! Bye Applejack!” Surprise simply hauled her Gismonk device with her with a small hoof wave at Applejack and her family as she left.
“Much obliged, Pinkie, Surprise.” Applejack smiled and waved back as the two trotted down the lane back to the town square.
After a full afternoon of pranks, Pinkie and Surprise stood in front of the judges, both leaning in eagerly to hear the results. They had attracted a number of other ponies. Twilight Sparkle, who seemed to retain a funny little eye twitch from last time, eyed Surprise balefully. She was joined in this eyeing by Rainbow Dash, who was still rubbing Tank’s shell to make absolutely sure that Fluttershy had gotten all the floral paint off. Once she had calmed down she had to acknowledge it was pretty good. She just had to think of a way to get back at Grandma Surprise up there.
Cheese and Danny both held a pair of notebooks. How they had followed the pranksters through the day nopody or body knew, but the two of them had somehow managed to follow all of the action.
“Well, it was close.” Cheese looked up. “But the winner…is Pinkie!” He jumped up, a shower of confetti erupting from Hammerspace as he leaped.
“Wait? Really?” Surprise looked at Pinkie, who had gotten on her hind legs and was dancing around. It appeared to be the Moonwalk. “How?”
Danny shrugged. “Sorry Surprise. It was close though. She was just a bit more original. And…we did kinda have to dock points when you tried to mess with Twilight’s evil lab.”
Twilight twitched. “My lab is not evil! And if I find one misplaced beaker…” She glared at Surprise, who winched back.
“Okay…okay…I never actually managed to do anything…creepy…” Surprise shuddered.
“Hey, you’re still number one in my book.” Danny smiled.
“You’re right, and that just means I’ll have to step up my game for next time!” Surprise said.
“Next time?” Dash looked up from Tank.
“Oh yeah!” Pinkie said. “This time was so much fun…oh! Maybe next time we should just prank Ponyland! That’ll be super doper fun!”
“Hey! No way are you pranking Ponyland, Pinkie!” Dash zipped over and poked Pinkie in the chest. Pinkie stepped back, a sad look creeping into her eyes. Dash grinned and flared her wings. “Without me!” She crowed, and Pinkie grinned wide.
“Oh yeah! Four way Ponyland Prank Party!” Pinkie shouted.
“Four way?” Surprise asked.
“I’d take it Danny is invited?” Pinkie asked.
“Oh heck yeah I’m invited!” Danny pumped his fist into the air.
Twilight groaned and facehooved. “…guys…four way…context…” She moaned as the four idiots laughed happily. “I hate my life.”
Somewhere in the Void
A light brown alicorn with a white mane and tail appeared. He blinked, looked at himself, and smiled.
“Ah, finally!”
“Welcome to physicality.” Fausticorn smiled at him. “Now you can enjoy-“
“Your Welcome to Alicornhood Party!” Pinkie appeared with huge cake with the word’s congratulations written on it. She placed the cake in…space and erupted with confetti. “Hate to party and run, but I have a four way to get to!” She vanished.
For a moment both Creator Alicorns just stood there, wide eyed.
“She has a-” Bloomicorn began, but Fausticorn cut him off.