A Royal Canterlot Night
A very important, prestigious stallion lightly sipped the punch in his exquisite glass. He casually adjusted his magnificent eyeglass resting on his right eye.
Another, equally important and fancy female pony casually levitated her glass of punch. Closing her eyes haughtily, she also sipped from her glass.
“I say, what a fine night this is,” commented the first stallion.
“Mm, yes,” the mare answered, arrogantly.
Outside the windows, lights flashed and ponies pranced about in an odd choreographed fashion, unbeknownst to the fancy ponies inside the ballroom.
“Hm... where is Important Socks? He was supposed to be here,” sighed the first stallion. “We were going to discuss the oh so important developments of the crystal market.”
“Mmm, maybe he was, hmm, held up by another noble pony,” suggested the mare as she swirled the contents of her drink. “I promise that he will, hmm, any minute.”
“Mhmm, yes,” continued the stallion, taking another sip. “I suppose you may be, mmm, right.”
Meanwhile, other very important and very prestigious ponies mingled about themselves. The class musicians played their instruments in the background of this totally, completely serious event. The sound level of everything never raised above the socially acceptable level. Everypony ceremoniously chatted about current topics and relevant things just as they had for the last Grand Galloping Galas.
A slightly frazzled, yet handsomely dapper stallion with a top hat trotted over to the duo. “I say, did you see that odd performance?” he inquired the two ponies.
“Ah, Important Socks! What a pleasure it is to see you on this fine evening!” the first stallion greeted the newcomer.
“Ah yes, Spiffy Spectacle, it is an honor to have this chance to socialize with you and Ornate Bodice,” the new pony, Important Socks, said. “As to my previous statement, I was merely commenting on the odd event that happened just outside the castle.”
“What do you, mmm, mean?” the mare, Ornate Bodice, asked.
A white earth pony dressed in a fine suit and thin mustache trotted over to the table. He carried a round tray with drinks and offered them to the three ponies.
“Why, thank you, kind gentle colt,” Important Socks thanked the waiter as a fancy glass was levitated onto the table. He turned back to the mare and stallion. “Well I mean, I witnessed a very odd spectacle. Six ponies in extravagant, yet peculiar, dresses arrived. Then, they burst into a song. Other stallions and mares for some reason participated in this song. They all knew the words and dance! I could not believe my eyes! It was quite like nothing I had ever seen!”
“Hmm…,” contemplated Spiffy Spectacle.
“I say,” added Ornate Bodice. “That is odd.”
“Quite,” commented Important Socks while sipping at his drink.
“I do say, that is indeed odd,” nodded Spiffy Spectacle. “And were these ponies invited into our esteemed Gala?”
“Mmm, yes they were,” Important Socks continued. “Princess Celestia admitted them into this very castle. I say, it is a wonder just how they received invitations. Though, their attire attracted many a jealous glance. Their royalty and sophistication seem lacking, but if the Princess believes they belong, then I cannot question her judgement.”
“It is rather disconcerting, though, that ponies other than our fine, established members were allowed into this prestigious event,” Spiffy Spectacle noted. “Even though I, too, honor the Princess’s decisions, I would hate to see such a fine and traditional Gala ruined by a group of unruly ponies.” He fancily took a drink of wine.
“Mmm, yes,” responded Important Socks, also taking another drink from his glass.
The trio mingled about themselves about various important issues for a while. Other extremely royal and distinguished ponies throughout the ballroom continued their discussions. The fine music blended into the background of the socially acceptable mutterings of everypony.
* * *
“Of course, I was correct about the crystals,” smiled Spiffy Spectacle. “Profits have risen five percent from last year. I say, my, hmmm, competitor, Silky Tux, will be jealous. Ha, ha.”
“Mmhmhmhm,” chuckled Ornate Bodice.
“Hoho, I say, quite,” laughed Important Socks. “He will definitely… I say, what is that pink pony over there doing?” He curiously pointed a hoof to a pink Earth pony dressed in a ridiculous, candy-coated dress.
“Shiny! Pretty! Fancy! Gotta dance!” exclaimed the pink irregularity. Suddenly, she started bouncing around the ballroom. She rudely bumped into several fancy ponies, disturbing their activities. “I’m at the Grand Galloping Gala! I’m at the Grand Galloping Gala!” the pink mare sang.
“I say, how dare that pony ruin our, mmm, prestigious ballroom with her antics,” commented Spiffy Spectacle.
“Mmm, yes, how rude,” said Ornate Bodice, her nose upturned.
“Somepony should do something,” suggested Important Socks.
“Yes, yes, I do say,” added Spiffy Spectacle.
The three of them continued standing at their table. They sipped their drinks and grumbled to themselves. They passively glared at the bouncing pink pony from across the room. Nopony took any action to quiet the offending mare, though.
“I’m at the Grand Gala-ah-ah-AH!” the pink pony sang. Her voice rose higher and higher.
A deathly silence spread through the ballroom. Everypony glared at the pink pony who held two mares between her hooves. Her eyes widened as she saw the disapproving audience. She realized her mistake as she let go of her two captives.
“It’s all I’ve ever dreamed?” the obnoxious mare finished her song. Her eyes drooped to the floor and her demeanor saddened.
The crowd slowly dispersed. A few ponies continued their disgruntled gazes at the mare. Soon, the very important and very classy party resumed to normality. The illustrious chatter of reputable and respected nobles returned.
“Hmph,” mumbled Spiffy Spectacle. “I am glad that is over. How dare that pony, hmm, ruin our fine Gala with her disrespectful behavior.”
“Hmm, yes, how rude,” agreed Ornate Bodice.
The trio regained their trains of though. They once again continued their talks about extremely relevant and important topics.
From the far end of the ballroom, the Wonderbolts, accompanied by a pegasus mare in a rainbow colored dress, casually walked into the room. The Wonderbolts easily integrated themselves into the other sophisticated, famed ponies talking. The rainbow dressed mare was left, unnoticed by the others.
“And like I was saying, it was in front the whole time!” Important Socks said to his fine colleagues.
“Ahaha,” Ornate Bodice laughed haughtily.
“Mhm, I do say, that is quite funny,” chuckled Spiffy Spectacle. “That… what is that?”
In the background, a gray pony with a monocle and top hat unceremoniously flew through the air. Then a rainbow blur dashed to heroically save the poor, unsuspecting, dapper pony.
Ornate Bodice and Important Socks cast their gaze to the scene.
“Oh dear, how unfortunate,” commented Ornate Bodice.
“Why, that is quite odd,” added Important Socks. “I do hope that kind sir is alright.”
Luckily, the gray pony landed on the rainbow pony’s back. He did lose his renowned garments in the process. The surrounding ponies stared, dumbfounded, at the stallion and pegasus.
The rainbow dressed mare looked around for a second. She stared at the Wonderbolts. Huffing, she bucked the buck off her back in contempt.
“Uh! How dare she!” complained Ornate Bodice.
“I say, the nerve of that pegasus!” protested Spiffy Spectacle. “Who invited these ponies?”
“That is another one those ponies I saw earlier,” Important Socks added. “That one, and the pink, dancing pony were outside, singing and causing a raucous.”
“I say, how many of these rude ponies are there?” asked Spiffy Spectacle.
“Hmm, I believe I saw six of them in total,” continued Important Socks. “They were all wearing interesting dresses. These ponies were quite different from our regular prominent guests.”
“No respect for our prestigious traditions, I say,” huffed Spiffy Spectacle.
“I concur. I do not like unorderly ponies running amok at our fine Grand Galloping Gala,” Important Socks continued. “Oh my, I do see another pony from that group.” He pointed to two ponies walking through the crowd to the golden double doors to the gardens. “This mare appears to be accompanying Prince Blueblood.”
“Hmm, how disappointing to see him associating with such ruffians,” Ornate Bodice sighed while turning her nose upwards.
“I say,” Spiffy Spectacle nodded.
“Quite,” said Important Socks.
“C’mon everypony! I know what’ll make you shake those groove thangs!” a familiar, ominous voice yelled into the microphone on the stage, impolitely interrupting the festive Gala atmosphere.
Everypony turned their attention to the stage. Mouths agape, they stared up to a certain pink pony smiling down upon them.
“Youuuu reach your right hoof in!” the obnoxious pony sang. “You reach your right hoof out.”
“I say, who does this mare think she is?” inquired Spiffy Spectacle. “She is ruining our Gala!”
The pink pony on stage continued wailing her song as she danced.
The crowd collectively grumbled while glaring at the pink terror. For the moment, everypony halted their super important, super fancy actions.
The mare kept singing and jumping about, shoving the piano player and pushing the cello player over. “You do the Pony Pokey and that’s what it’s all about! Yeah!” She finally finished her childish song and jumped into the middle of the stage.
“Young lady, this is not THAT kind of party,” a purple mare with an exquisite necklace and earrings chastised the pink pony.
“I say, how bothersome,” muttered Spiffy Spectacle.
“Mmm, yes,” nodded Ornate Bodice.
“Quite an embarrassment,” said Important Socks.
“Hmph. I am surprised guests like these were admitted and allowed to stay. Surely someopony should do something?” Spiffy Spectacle questioned. “This mare is interrupting our, mmm, sophisticated Gala. Can she not see that she is ruining our fine evening?” He took another sip from his drink.
Everypony else in the ballroom went back to chit-chatting about their not mundane topics. The fine music resumed. The dull murmur of business returned. Everypony resumed to their normal, respected behaviors.
“Well now, I say everything should be back to the way it should be,” Spiffy Spectacle said. “I presume there shall be no more interruptions.”
“Yes, yes, quite,” commented Ornate Bodice. “Shall we proceed with our, mmm, important exchange of ideas?”
“I do say, I quite hope the fuss is over,” sighed Important Socks. “Let us talk, then. You were saying, Ornate Bodice?”
The distinguished trio talked as the night slipped by. Everypony else kept to their own, notable conversations, as was tradition. Nothing unordinary happened. Only fancy, sophisticated stuff transpired.
* * *
“Ha, ha, ha,” Ornate Bodice snottily laughed.
“I say, that is funny,” Spiffy Spectacle said.
“Yes, mmm, quite,” chortled Important Socks.
“Wherever did Lady Frilly Socks get that notion?” asked Spiffy Spectacle.
“I do not know, but she is quite humorous on certain occasions,” Important Socks explained.
“Oh dear, she sounds lovely. I do hope I get a chance to meet her soon,” Ornate Bodice smiled.
Important Socks opened his mouth to talk, but the sudden change in music interrupted him. “I say, what kind of music is THIS?”
The high class music had been replaced by a horrid, commoner’s music of beats and techno sounds. Now, a turntable sat atop the stage where the classy musicians had performed.
“Oh dear, I do believe that pink pony is causing more trouble,” commented Important Socks.
“I say, this is quite disconcerting,” Spiffy Spectacle commented while casually taking a sip of his drink.
Now the pink pony proceeded to rudely bump into the more classy ponies standing on the floor. She moved from pony to pony, trying in vain to get them to participate in her frantic dancing.
Of course, these sophisticated ponies just wanted to enjoy the Gala like it was meant to be enjoyed. None of them lowered themselves to the pink pony’s level of ‘party.’
“Hmm, that is ridiculous,” sighed Important Socks. “Somepony really needs to put a stop to all this nonsense before this gets out of hoof.” He closed his eyes and sipped from his drink.
“Now, what is that I say?” Spiffy Spectacle inquired while pointing near the doors from the main entrance.
“Oh dear, is that a, mmm, caked?” Ornate Bodice wondered aloud.
Sure enough, an orange pony in cowboy attire was seen pushing a cart with an eight layer cake. Ponies nearby gawked at this giant cake passed by them.
“Hmm, I believe that orange pony is another one of that peculiar six I witnessed earlier,” Important Socks nonchalantly informed the group.
The three fancy ponies silently watched the cake and pony stroll through the crowd towards the stage.
“Stage dive!!!” screamed the pink pony from her platform. She blindly launched straight to the crowd just as the ponies dispersed. To the disbelief of everypony, she landed right on the edge of the cart, causing the cake to catapult through the air.
“I say, what a sight,” Spiffy Spectacle noted.
“Yes, quite,” Important Socks added.
“Mhm, yes,” Ornate Bodice commented.
Their three pairs of eyes followed the trajectory of the caked as it flew all the way across the room before landing on a white unicorn mare protecting Prince Blueblood.
“How unfortunate for that mare,” Important Socks. “Luckily, Prince Blueblood appears unharmed.”
“Mmm, yes, that would have been awful if that cake had besmirched the Prince’s lovely coat,” Ornate Bodice said. “He is such a handsome, well respected and charming stallion. Every mare I know is clamoring to be his, mmm, princess. He is always well groomed.”
Apparently, the white unicorn mare did not seem pleased. For whatever unsophisticated reason, she decided to shake her head in an unladylike fashion. Bits of the cake flew from her mane. Prince Blueblood tried to defend himself from the onslaught of the icky cake. He stumbled backwards as frosting defiled his prestigious coat.
“Oh my! I say, that is rather rude of that mare,” Spiffy Spectacle said.
Prince blueblood continued to meander backwards until he knocked into a pedestal with a glorious alicorn statue atop it. The statue teetered ominously before falling. In a flash, a rainbow blue dashed underneath the statue. It landed on the pegasus’s back, unharmed.
“Oh dear, that was quite a close call,” sighed Important Socks. “That statue is very valuable.”
Suddenly the statue and pegasus moved side to side. Then the tail of the statue struck one of the taller pillars lined up in a semicircle around the area.
The crowd gasped.
The first pillar fell over and crashed into the next, which hit the next pillar, causing a chain reaction. Rubble and dust settled around the lone pegasus as she still held the alicorn on her back. Then, the statue cracked into pieces and fell onto the ground. The rainbow dressed pegasus stared, wide-eyed, back at the crowd glaring at her.
“Well then, I say, that is not grand,” Spiffy Spectacle said.
“Indeed, that is bad,” Important Socks added. “I do hope this does not get any worse.”
The ground rumbled. Everypony looked around in confusion.
All of a sudden, the gold double doors burst open. A lot of animals stampeded from the outdoors into the grand ballroom. They squawked and chirped and made animal noises. At the doorway, a disheveled stood, panting angrily.
“You’re-going-to-love ME!” exclaimed the yellow pony, eyes popping from anger.
Everypony scattered. Little critters skittered amongst the fancy ponies, causing more chaos. Dresses were tattered and glasses were shattered from the panicking. Ponies did not grandly gallop to and fro to try and escape the flurry of animals.
“I say, this is rather unfortunate,” Spiffy Spectacle sighed while taking a sip of his drink and brushing a squirrel off of the table.
“Mmm, oh dear. It appears this night has gone differently than usual,” Ornate Bodice added.
“This is quite a mess,” Important Socks observed as he glanced around the room. “This has, hmm, been an odd Gala. Oh. It seems you have a bird on your shoulder, my dear.”
“Oh my,” Ornate Bodice said as Important Socks calmly brush the bird off of her shoulder.
“Indeed, this has been an unusual Gala,” Spiffy Spectacle started. “I say, I will be writing to the Princess about this, for sure.”
“Mmm, yes,” Ornate Bodice agreed.
“I do say, I hope the next Gala is not like this,” Spiffy Spectacle commented. “I dare say, I do not appreciate this type of chaos for social gatherings.”
The three continued drinking their drinks as the other nobles ran about with the animals. Disregarding the critters running amok, the shattered pillars and statue, and flailing ponies screaming for help, the Grand Galloping Gala concluded normally.
The End