Bathroom Alert
The Sweet Shoppe was alive with the hustle and bustle of the lunch rush. Everywhere one looked, there were teens slurping down milkshakes, nibbling on sandwiches and burgers, and having pleasant, friendly conversations.
While most of the patrons tended to keep their voices down with their casual discussions, at a certain booth alongside the cafe's wall of windows, one girl the establishment was quite familiar with was being very energetic and vocal with her shooting of the breeze with her table companions.
"And then Maud said 'So is your head'!" Pinkie Pie finished her recounting with a grin "Ooh-hoo! You can't beat comedic timing like that!" With a giggle, she finished off the drink in her hand before putting it down alongside the other five spent glasses.
Sitting in opposite booths on either side of the table in front of the pink girl were one Lyra Hearstrings and Bon Bon, though they didn't seem to share in her humor, and instead regarded the partylover with uncomfortable expressions.
"You know," Pinkie went on "it's really nice to hang out with you guys like this. I wonder why the three of us don't get together more often".
With annoyed and exasperated eyerolls, Lyra and Bon Bon looked to each other while simultaneously thinking at the same time 'I can think of one reason'.
"Ooh, give me a second" Pinkie declared as she stood up "I'm gonna get another soda".
With that, she raced off behind the front counter. Before either girl could even count to three in their heads, Pinkie reappeared in front of them, a full glass in hand.
"Now, then" Pinkie declared "What were we doing before I started talking about Maud's heckling?"
"Well," Lyra said, aggravation and frustration dripping in her voice "We were about to have a little private time to ourselves when some annoying hanger-on decided to come up to our table and park their carcass right in front of us".
"Ooh, don't you just hate that?" Pinkie said obliviously with a frown while shaking her head "Some bozos just don't know when to take a hint. You keep wanting them to go, go, go, but instead they stick around like glue-covered gum on your pants and you begin to wonder if they're ever going to leave! People like that always get under my skin".
"Pinkie" Bon Bon sighed as she rubbed her eyes "Don't you have a party to throw somewhere?"
"Not until 4" Pinkie said simply as she downed her seventh soda, prompting a groan from Lyra and Bon Bon.
Just as Pinkie set down her glass, a rumbling came from deep within her as she felt a stirring pressure in her lower tummy.
"Ooh, all that soda really gets to you" she said with wide eyes before standing up and addressing Lyra and Bon Bon "Excuse me for a minute. I have to use the little girls' room. Be right back".
"Great. Swell" the two girls said in a monotone manner as Pinkie Pie dashed off.
"Excuse me! Pardon me!" Pinkie cried as she raced around tables and ducked under waiters "Watch where I'm going, cause I'm sure not!"
Reaching the back of the cafe, Pinkie was about to enter the ladies' room when her face fell as she saw a white piece of paper tapped to the door, bearing the worst three words she could possibly see at the moment.
"'Out of Order'?!" she shrieked, causing everyone in the shop to turn to her, to which she nervously giggled, causing them to resume what they were doing.
"Now what am I going to do?" Pinkie moaned to herself as she felt the pressure within her increasing. Just then, she happened to glance to the right at the men's room. There was no sign on the door, meaning that it was still in use. Shiftily gazing back and forth to see that nobody was looking at her, Pinkie slowly inched towards the door backwards while whistling casually before inconspicuously pushing it open and entering.
"HEY!" came the shout of a male voice from within, causing Pinkie Pie to jump back out.
"Sorry, Bulk Biceps!" Pinkie cried as she dashed off.
Coming up to Lyra and Bon Bon's table, Pinkie stopped herself short while her feet were still in motion.
"I'm afraid we'll have to get together some other time, Girls!" she explained rapidly "Right now, I've gotta find a restroom! LATER!" and with that, she disappeared out the door in a flash, prompting a sigh of relief from Lyra and Bon Bon. With the interloper gone, the two girls reached out across the table and joined hands as they looked at each other fondly with sparkly eyes.
"Come on! Come on!" Pinkie begged as she ran down the street looking in all directions "There's got to be a ladies' room somewhere!"
The party lover didn't really know what to do. She couldn't just barge into the house of someone she didn't know to use their bathroom. That wasn't the way to make friends with somebody.
Her hands between her legs, Pinkie looked in all directions for an establishment that had restrooms opened to the public, her eyes widening in relief when she caught sight of a gas station just up ahead.
"PERFECT!" she declared before dashing towards the building.
Running up to the front entrance, Pinkie got through the automatic doors just when they were a mili-inch from closing and raced up to the front counter.
"Excuse me, but I need to use your restroom immediately!" she said to the large burly man at the register "My bladder's in danger of bursting!"
"The restroom is for paying customers only" the cashier stated firmly "If you want to use it, you'll have to buy something first".
Pinkie internally groaned but submitted that it was only fair. " Alright, let's see" the pink girl said as she perused the snack options underneath the counter, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling between her legs. After a quick once over or two, she settled on grabbing a brown wrapped bar.
"Here, I'll take this nougat bar" she said as she placed it in front of the register.
"That'll be two bucks" the cashier said after scanning the candy.
"Okay, hold on a minute" Pinkie said as she reached into her pocket and placed a dollar bill on the counter "There!"
"That's only one dollar, Miss" the cashier said.
"Would you be willing to haggle?" Pinkie begged.
"No" came the flat reply.
"Will you take an IOU?"
"No".
"Could I just buy half the bar?"
"No. You need another dollar, Lady".
"Alright, ya bandit! Give me a sec!" Pinkie cried as she searched deeper into her pockets while her legs pumped up and down "I'm pretty sure I've got some loose change on me somewhere. Let's see. Buttons. No. Paper clips. No. World's smallest violin. NO! Ah, here it is!"
Pulling her hand out of her skirt's pocket, Pinkie slapped a quartet of quarters onto the counter "There! Two dollars exactly!"
"Thank you for patronage" the cashier said dryly as he placed the money in the register.
"You're welcome" Pinkie said in an exasperated tone "Now can I use the restroom?"
"Sure." the cashier nodded before pointing "Just get in line and wait your turn like the others".
"Wha?!" Pinkie cried out as she whirled around.
Sure enough, standing right behind her was a ten foot line of female customers leading all the way to the ladies' room.
It was like every girl in town had to use the bathroom.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Pinkie screeched while yanking on her poofy hair before looking to the man at the register "You should've told me there was a line in the first place!"
"If I did, then you wouldn't have bought anything" the cashier said matter-of-factly.
"Ooh!" Pinkie groaned with her hand to her face before her feet started spinning while she pointed at the cashier.
"Rip-Off Artist!" she cried before she sped out the door in a cloud of dust. A second later, her arm stretched back to grab the the candy bar on the counter, her head following suit.
"I paid good money for this, no way I'm leaving it behind!" she declared defiantly before her limbs shot back out the door in another cloud of dust.
"Got to find a restroom! Got to find a restroom!" Pinkie muttered to herself as she left the gas station behind, dropping the empty candy wrapper in a nearby trash can as she did.
Zigzagging in every direction in her hunt for much needed relief, Pinkie was dismayed to see that every public place in the area was either closed or advertised they didn't have restrooms.
"For crying out loud!" the party girl groaned as she danced in a circle "How hard could it be to find one measly toilet?! If only I could pull one out of thin air like a cartoon character!" Contorting her face, Pinkie tried to ignore the growing pain within her tummy "It's alright, Pinkie" she mumbled to herself "You just need to hold it for the rest of your life. You can do that, right?"
Walking down the street, Pinkie tried her best to ignore her bladder's cries. Unfortunately, she happened to catch sight of a big dog walking up to a fire hydrant a few feet in front of her and was dismayed to see it sniff the hydrant a few times before slipping behind and raising a leg.
Grimacing as her intestines churned, Pinkie turned away to focus on the nearby line of houses...only to be reminded of her plight once more when she saw a whistling Cranky Doodle (who she would've asked to use his bathroom if not for the ten foot restraining order he slapped her with) watering his front lawn.
Biting her tongue, Pinkie turned to the house on the opposite side of the street from Cranky's...just in time to see the yard's automatic sprinkler activate and watch it send out a fine shower that soaked the ground around it.
"Ooh!" Pinkie squeaked while hopping as she felt the pressure between her legs rising again uncontrollably "What do I do? What do I do?! WHAT DO I DO?! If only I had a friend I could ask to use their bath-" her eyes lit up with realization "Wait a minute! I do! Rarity's store is nearby! I can go there!"
Like a bolt of greased lightning, she was gone.
Whistling a cheerful tune in her workshop, Rarity happily sat at her sewing machine as she fed a piece of blue cloth through it. She was making fantastic time. At this rate, her next order would be finished in a few days.
"Rarity! Rarity! Rarity!" came the distant cry.
Stopping her work, Rarity looked up in the direction she heard her name coming from. Hearing nothing else, Rarity dismissed it as the wind with a shrug as she turned back to her work...coming face to face with Pinkie Pie.
"RARITY!"
"AAAHH!" Rarity cried as she fell off her stool. Getting back to her feet, Rarity addressed the unexpected intrusion. "PINKIE!"
"Sorry!" Pinkie squeaked apologetically as she shook about "But it's really important that I talk to you!"
"Well first, I hope you didn't get in here by putting a hole in my wall again. It irritates me enough when Rainbow Dash forgets to open the front door" Rarity shook her head as she sat back down in front of her machine "Second of all, what's on your mind?"
"Where's your bathroom?" came the question.
"The bathroom?" Rarity asked in confusion before pointing "It's on the second floor, third door on the left, where it's always been. Why do you ask?"
"Great!" Pinkie squealed excitedly as Rarity resumed her sewing "My body's been after me like crazy to relieve it, but I haven't had any luck finding a place to go!" she explained before running off in the mentioned direction.
"Oh, is that all? Huh" Rarity said halfheartedly as she cheerfully focused on her work...which only last three seconds when something clicked in the fashionista's mind.
"Oh, no" she muttered in realization before calling out "Pinkie, wait!"
It was too late. Pinkie was already on the second floor. Keeping an eye on the left side as she ran, she counted out the doors she past until she was at the third one. Hardly able to contain herself (in more ways than one), Pinkie charged in, expecting to be greeted by the sight of a waiting toilet.
She was instead greeted by the sight of a large hole in the middle of the floor, blocking the way to said toilet. Peering into said hole with their back to her was a large, husky, mustached man.
"What the?" the party girl cried in confusion "What are you doing in here?" she addressed the man.
"Right now, trying to pry a stubborn lugnut off a sewage trap" the man answered plainly, just before his trousers slipped, revealing part of his backside to Pinkie Pie "Hey, could you get that?" Sticking her tongue out in a grimace, Pinkie reluctantly grabbed a hold of the pants with her thumb and forefinger and hoisted them back up as much as she dared "Thanks a lot".
At that moment, Rarity came in right up behind the party girl, slightly panting.
"Oh, I tried to tell you, Deary" Rarity gasped as she gave Pinkie a regretful look "I'm having the plumber in today".
"The PLUMBER?!" Pinkie asked in complete shock.
"Hey, could you get that?" said plumber asked as his pants slipped again, to which Pinkie pulled them back up "Thanks alot."
Turning back to Rarity, Pinkie saw her friend looking sheepish "Monkey Wrench here" the fashionista gestured to the man working "is doing a routine check for backwash buildup in my pipes in case they need cleaning" she gave a helpless shrug "I'm afraid that, in the meantime, my water's going to be shut off".
"For how long?" Pinkie Pie dare asked.
"At least an hour or two" came the reply.
"WHAT?!" Pinkie shouted in dismay as she felt her intestines do the same "Buuut I need to go nnnnnooooowwwww!"
"Hey, could you get that?" Monkey Wrench asked as his plants slid for a third time, to which an aggravated Pinkie practically yanked them upward "Thanks a lot".
"I'm truly sorry, Pinkie" Rarity said sympathetically "But I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help right now. I do hope you understand".
Writhing as her body became more aggravated, Pinkie groaned in submission "Alright, Rarity. I understand. Sorry to have bothered you".
"Think nothing of it. Deary" Rarity said as Pinkie walked past her "I just wish I could've been more help".
"Oh, don't worry, Rarity" Pinkie said from the door in a strained voice even as she squinted uncomfortably "I'm sure I'll find a place to relieve myself. See ya".
With that, she walked out the doorway and out of the house in a tip toeing bowlegged manner. leaving Rarity to sigh regrettably...right before Monkey Wrench's pants fell down again.
"Hey, could you get that?" the plumber asked, prompting a look of disgust from the fashionista.
"Urgh!" Pinkie moaned as she walked down the street in an awkward manner, her back teeth feeling like they were floating "This is getting crazy! I don't know how much longer I can last!" Stopping in place, she grit her teeth as tried to control her functions "Alright, calm down, Pinkamena, ol' girl. Just try not to think about it".
Taking a shaky stiff route through the park, she tried to keep her mind off her troubles by taking in all the wonderful sights around her: The twittering birds, the buzzing bees, the beautiful flowers, the happy kids playing, the large marble fountain in the center of the path...
Pinkie's eyes widened in panic as she realized how bad an idea that last one was. Unfortunately, the party girl was unable to look away and found her eyes riveted to the structure: the water coming up from the center and coming down like rain, the sculpted fish looking like they were spitting, and the cute little cherub looking like he was dumping a pitcher.
It was becoming too much. Tearing her eyes away from landmark, Pinkie chose to look off to the side. That was a mistake, for she found herself looking at the pond in the middle of the park. The large, wide, rippling pond.
Sweat coming down from her forehead like bullets, Pinkie struggled down the path, trying not to look at the large body of water on the left. She chose to focus on the kids in the park again. Unfortunately, she happened to glance sight of some of them sipping at a drinking fountain, the squirts of water flowing freely.
Shielding her eyes, Pinkie turned away again, and what should she see but the CMC at a home-made stand, selling fresh lemonade.
Any other time, she would've bought a glass and/or helped the girls to sell, but right now, watching the yellow liquid pour into glasses was one of the last things she needed to see as she soon found herself seeing yellow everywhere through her eyeballs.
"I thought walks in the park were supposed to be pleasant!" Pinkie cried to herself with a pained groan before she ran down the path as fast as she could with her bulging insides as she looked for the way out of the park.
It was then she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Backing up, while somehow making a reverse noise, she spotted a familiar sign. depicting apples and a farmhouse.
"Sweet Apple Acres!" Pinkie cried excitedly "Applejack! She'll be able to help me!"
With that, she raced underneath the entrance sign and down the road to her friend's farm.
Running down the path through the massive apple orchards, it wasn't long before the Apple Family farm house came into view. On the porch, Pinkie could make out an orange figure. Sure enough, upon reaching the house, there, standing on the porch with a piece of wood in one hand and a knife in the other, was the cowgirl she was looking for.
"Applejack, quick!" she said rapidly "I need to talk to you!"
"Well, hiya, Pinkie!" Applejack tipped her hat in greetings "Ah'm just taking a break from my chores and doing a little whittlin'!"
"Yeah, that's great" Pinkie said with quick dismissiveness "But right now I-" she stopped short when she fully comprehended Applejack's declaration "Wait, you actually whittle?"
"Darn tootin'!" Applejack said proudly "All members of the Apple Family whittle! We even have a contest during our annual family reunions! Since yer possible kin, would ya like tah join in?"
Pinkie thought for a second with intrigue "Well, maybe I could..."
A gurgle from her body reminded her of the urgency of the matter at hand.
"Uh, actually, maybe, another time" Pinkie said slowly "Right now, maybe-possible-likely cousin, would it be too much trouble to ask you a favor?"
"Sure, ask away!" Applejack invited.
"Well, you see, my poor bladder has been screaming at me and I've been having trouble calming it down" Pinkie explained "Can I please use your bathroom?"
"Well, sure thin'!" Applejack nodded approvingly before gesturing inside "It's upstairs on the corner at the right. Ya can't miss it!"
"Oh, thank you!" Pinkie shook the farm girl's hand over-enthusiastically, nearly tearing it off in the process, before blurring past her inside.
Eagerly running up the stairs, Pinkie turned right as instructed, excited to know that her search for sweet relief was almost over. Sure enough, there at the corner of the corridor, properly labelled, was her goal. Her grin practically splitting her face in half, Pinkie grabbed hold of the doorknob before she was even in front of it, flung the door open, and looked inside.
Almost immediately did her grin melt away as her pupils shrank in horror.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" came a terrified shriek that would do Rarity proud, causing Applejack to flinch as her eyes widened in surprise.
"Uh oh" the cowgirl bit her lip as she realized the problem while Pinkie Pie dashed back downstairs and onto the porch.
"I...can't...go...in there!" the party girl declared as she gasped for breath, her hands on her kneecaps and her face looking a nasty shade of green.
"Uh, whoops. Sorry about that" Applejack said embarrassingly "Guess we haven' gotten around tah cleanin' it this month".
As her natural color returned, Pinkie stood up and looked to her cowgirl friend. "It looks like an outhouse in there! NO! It makes an outhouse look like a five-star gourmet kitchen! What could you do in the span of a month to make it look like that?!"
Applejack looked positively sheepish "Granny Smith eats a lot of high fiber bars" she admitted.
It was then that Pinkie felt the liquid sloshing within her again. Grasping her sides, she looked to her friend.
"Well, thanks anyway, Applejack, but I think I'm going to look somewhere else! BYE!" the pink girl said rapidly before taking off again, passing by Apple Bloom as she was coming down the road.
"Where's Pinkie Pie headin' in a hurry?" she asked her big sister.
"Uh, she's got some personal business to take care of" Applejack said awkwardly.
"What kind?" Apple Bloom asked curiously.
Applejack just leered at her little sister. "Never you mind" she said firmly "And by the way, it's your turn to clean the outhou-Ah mean, the bathroom again".
"Oh, joy" Apple Bloom sighed flatly as she went to get the boots, gloves, and gas mask.
"Oh, pickles!" Pinkie yelped as she hopped down the street on one leg while struggling against the ever growing ache inside her "I can't take much more of this!"
Coming to a stop, Pinkie heaved loudly as she shuttered and squealed.
"Alright, keep it together, Pinkie" she thought to herself "You can get through this. You just need to distract yourself. You hear me? Try to focus on dry".
Scrunching her brow tightly, Pinkie tried to concentrate on everything she could think of that lacked moisture.
"Think dry thoughts" she thought to herself "Like steaming hot deserts, not to be confused with steaming hot desserts. Droughts. Salted crackers. Dried raisins. Dehydrated vegetables. Fruitcake. Sunset's sense of humor. Ooh, that last one might be too dry".
With each thought, Pinkie felt the persistent call of nature waning, prompting a relaxed sigh from the party girl. Finally, she was starting to feel at peace.
'Drip'
Unfortunately, the serenity was dashed when she heard the distinct sound of water dripping. Her eyes popping open like a window shade, Pinkie turned and was aghast to see a leaky hose spigot nearby. Defiantly, the party girl plugged her ears and looked away from the offending nozzle.
'Drip. Drip. Drip
Alas, her finger plugs proved to be ineffective as the infernal dripping still came through, and seemed to be growing persistent.
"Aah!" Pinkie cried as she hightailed it down the street as fast as her wobbly legs could take her.
Once she got to a point where the torturous piece of plumbing was out of sight, Pinkie slowed her pace down before eventually skidding to a stop and removing her fingers from her ears with a deep breath.
SPLASH!
Her eyes then widened as she whirled around to find that she stopped right in front of the city's public pool, with a whole line of kids from school in front of the diving board, leaping into the pool with energetic and enthusiastic splashing.
Feeling her fortitude crumbling, Pinkie turned to face the street, only to find, across the way from her was a small, trickling stream, slowly and steadily flowing through a drainage ditch.
"Oh, muffin crumbs" Pinkie squirmed as her knees shuttered out of control, the discomfort becoming unbearable. She had to think of something quick.
"I know!" she said in realization as she ran down the street away from the pool "I'll go to Rainbow Dash's! She lives close and is used to me barging into her house!"
Opening the front door of Rainbow's house, Pinkie slowly stepped inside, where she found it was eerily quiet.
"Hello?" she called out into the seemingly empty household "Is anybody home?"
There was no answer. A muffled sound coming from upstairs caught her ears, so someone must've been in the house. Walking up the stairs, Pinkie made her way to the second floor where the bathroom was located.
Upon reaching the floor, Pinkie noticed that the sound was becoming clearer, and she realized it was coming from the direction of the bathroom. Hoping that the bathroom wasn't occupied, Pinkie approached it. Upon reaching the door, she realized she was listening to the shower running.
Pinkie bit her lip as she put her ear to the door, trying to hear the occupant's voice, but they were either silent or the shower was empty. Knowing there was only one way to find out, Pinkie cautiously rapped on the door.
"Rainbow," she spoke through the door "are you in there?'
"Uh, yeah, Pinkie!" Rainbow's voice called out from within, sounding a bit hesitant for some reason "I'm in the shower! What do you want?"
Sighing with relief, Pinkie pushed open the door "Okay, so, sorry to barge in on you like this" she said frantically as she walked past the running shower "But I really need to use your bathroom pronto and I didn't want to come in unless I was sure you were in there and couldn't see anything" Stepping over the mounds of discarded clothes on the floor, she reached the toilet in the back "Just pretend I'm not here and I'll be gone in a second".
As Pinkie lifted the cover off the toilet, Rainbow stuck her head out from the shower curtain, a wide-eyed nervous look on her face "Uh, Pinkie, I'm not sure if this is the best time".
"No, really" Pinkie said as she started to sit down on the can "It won't be a minute, and I promise not to flush".
"Pinkie, I really think it's a bad idea for you to do that" came a familiar voice as Pinkie Pie looked up to see Fluttershy shyly sticking her head out from behind the shower curtain alongside Rainbow Dash.
Her eyes wide, Pinkie immediately looked down to the bathroom floor. Sure enough, she hadn't noticed that Fluttershy's clothes were discarded alongside Rainbow's. Looking back up to the pair of blushing girls, Pinkie immediately realized just what she had walked into.
"Oooooh" the pink girl said awkwardly as she stood up "Sorry about that" she said to the two girls in the shower with a forced grin as she backed out of the bathroom "Didn't mean to interrupt your shower love there. Heh heh. You two just carry on and enjoy yourselves and I'll just see myself out of your hair. Uh, LATER!"
Upon reaching the door, Pinkie took off like a shot out of the house, leaving Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to look at each other in bewilderment while Rainbow Dash shrugged.
"I'M...GOING...TO...EXPLODE!" Pinkie screeched as she raced down the street while wiggling and jittering (It would be another week or two before she discovered she inadvertently created a new dance craze).
Pinkie didn't know what to do. She was running out of places to go. She would've tried Fluttershy's house next, but since she was in the shower with Rainbow, that meant her house was locked, so she couldn't go there.
"OOH!" she squealed as she reached the corner of the crosswalk and grasped the street sign "If I see one more thing that makes me think of going, I'm going to lose it!"
At that moment, a loud horn blared as a big white delivery truck stopped at the stoplight right beside her. Turning to the truck, Pinkie's eyes widened in pure terror as she saw a depiction of a gigantic waterfall which covered the whole side of the truck. And adorning the corners above and below the picture was a header bearing the words:
"Waterfall Washing Detergent. Wash Away Your Troubles In A Whiz!".
"OH. COME ON!" Pinkie yelled to the heavens, before collapsing to the ground as the truck past on.
"It's no use!" Pinkie gasped and moaned as she laid there in the middle of the sidewalk "I'm gonna drown right here!" she looked up at the sky helplessly "There's no way I can go on! I'm not going to make it! I'm DOOMED!"
It was then that Pinkie turned to the side and caught sight of it. There, across the road, was something Pinkie had missed in her race down the street. A familiar structure that Pinkie frequented. And as the party girl stared at it, it looked like it was being shined on by golden light from the heavens.
Sunset's house.
Her face set firmly, Pinkie struggled to her feet and, without even looking both ways, staggered across the road, causing many cars that were coming down to slam on their breaks as she passed.
Wobbling up to Sunset's porch, Pinkie reached the front door and pounded on the door hard, fast, and sharp.
"Alright, alright!" the house's owner could be heard saying as they approached "I'm coming!"
Tapping her foot impatiently, Pinkie watched as the door opened before Sunset Shimmer stepped out while taking notice of her visitor.
"Pinkie?" she asked in surprise and confusion "What's wrong?"
"Question, Sunset" Pinkie said flatly with narrowed eyes "Is your bathroom clean?"
"Huh?" Sunset was caught off-guard by the question, but quickly nodded "Uh, yes".
"Is anyone working on your plumbing?" Pinkie continued.
"No".
"Is anyone making hot, steamy shower love in there?" Pinkie asked shrewdly.
"Uh, not at the moment" Sunset said with wide eyes and a faint blush before shaking it off "What's this about, Pinkie? Some sort of bathroom survey?"
"Just one last question" Pinkie declared....before promptly getting into a begging position "Will you pretty please let me use it? I've been trying to find a bathroom all day! Please Sunny! I don't think I can hold it any longer!"
"Uh, yeah, sure Pinkie" Sunset nodded before pointing her thumb behind her "It's through the bed-"
"THANKS!" Pinkie cut Sunset off before she could finish as she shot into the house.
"-room" Sunset finished, her hair a frazzled mess from the back-draft Pinkie made.
The pink blur shot through the house and raced to the bedroom. Bursting in, the blur took a waiting Twilight by surprise as it zoomed into the open door adjacent to the bedroom entrance before a pink arm shot out and grabbed the knob, shutting it hard.
"What in the world was that all about?" Twilight asked as Sunset returned and sat down beside her.
"Apparently, Pinkie Pie has been having trouble finding a bathroom all day" Sunset explained as she resumed their paused game "I told the poor girl she was welcome to use mine".
"Heh" Twilight shook her head "Sounds like she's had quite a day".
"No kidding" Sunset agreed before her eyes narrowed wickedly "Now, where were we?"
Turning back to their game, the pair continued their virtual combat (Sunset doing her best not to say anything she'd later regret every time she lost) when Twilight stopped in confusion.
"Hold on" she said as she paused the game again before looking to the porcelain and stainless steel-filled room at her left "Your bathroom is over there".
Sunset's eyes widened "You're right. But then, that would mean..." she trailed off in horror as she realized the implications "Oh my gosh! Pinkie went through the wrong door! That's not the bathroom she's using! That's MY CLOSET!"
Leaping to their feet, the two girls raced over to the closet while Sunset banged on the door.
"PINKIE!" the bacon-color haired girl shrieked at high volume as she rapped "OPEN UP IN THERE! COME OUT! YOU'RE IN THE WRONG ROOM! DO YOU HEAR ME?! GET OUT OF THERE! PINKIE!"
Woosh
Before Sunset could continue her barrage, she and Twilight heard the unmistakably sound of a toilet being flushed, bringing a look of confusion and befuddlement to the pair.
"What the-?" WHAM!
Sunset's query was cut off when the door popped open...right in her face, slamming her into the wall, as a relieved-looking Pinkie stepped out, giving a sigh of contentment.
"Thanks, Sunny!" the party girl said gratefully as Sunset crawled out from behind the door "You saved my bladder!"
With that, Pinkie happily skipped out of the house.
As Sunset rubbed her now-tender nose, she and Twilight shared a look of shock before turning to the closet. Staring intently, they both saw there was absolutely no plumbing present in the closet...as well as no signs that somebody had done their business in there.
As the pair looked on in disbelief, Twilight had only one thing to say as she turned back to where Pinkie had left.
"I wonder how she washed her hands".