NARRATOR (Rainbow Dash): Rainbow Dash presents...
Bittersweet.
Out of all the very best friends in the world,
Pinkie Pie is the very best friend of anypony.
She knows everything about everybody.
What's your favorite color, where do you live,
when do you sleep...
She also wants to know where everyone is going
and who do they talk to.
She's also *the* best at parties.
That's what her cutie mark is.
You'd think that maybe she's just good at blowing up balloons
or decorating with them,
but Pinkie lucked out and got a more nebulous concept.
Whenever Pinkie parties, the entire town parties.
'Cause she's got a subwoofer and she turns it all the way up.
You can't not party when Pinkie throws an ultimate shindig.
I mean, you have to be good at guessing what the music is,
because the subwoofers make all the music sound like
someone is farting the alphabet into a megaphone.
But the point is that nobody gets left out.
But one day my friend Pinkie found out that
too much party cake can have serious adverse health effects
like, for example,
diabetes, which it turns out Pinkie had.
Yeah, at first it didn't seem so bad, but
the doctor told Pinkie she was gonna need like,
a liter of insulin every month or something crazy like that.
And when she went to the pharmacy she didn't have insurance,
and they told her that Ponalog was still brand-name medicine,
so it costs more than six thousand bits.
At first Pinkie was cool, she had this card the doctor gave her
'cause the medicine salesman said it would help pay for things.
But it turns out that the free medicine advertisement on the card had a little star next to it...
So, um, it didn't cover anything really.
Then Pinkie started to get really mad and she said some things,
and the stallion at the store cried and then the store manager came out,
and he gave Pinkie a card that offers up to 90% off her prescriptions,
so she calmed down again,
until the corporate system reminded everyone that "up to 90%" is a range of values
including but not limited to 0%, and that's pretty important.
After that Pinkie took the store's entire stock of toothpaste,
and squeezed all of it out onto the bathroom floors.
After that, Pinkie went home,
and that's when I thought it would be a good idea to cheer everyone's best friend right up.
[crash, window breaks]
DASH: Hello Pinkie Pie!
PINKIE: You dare defy Pinkie's sanctum?! Yes.
You fly through walls and rooftops!
Use Pinkie's door! Yes. You will compromise Pinkie!
DASH: I came to cheer you up 'cause you're sick,
and as soon as my head stops ringing I got two tickets to the carnival!
PINKIE: Fool! Pinkie's ailment is eternal!
DASH: Y-Yeah, I know but the carnival goes all week.
PINKIE: You mock Pinkie with the system.
DASH: Gosh, Pinky you've been eating a lot of ice-cream up here,
aren't you worried about a tummy ache?
PINKIE: Pinkie has outwitted their diabetes schemes! Yes.
They think to themselves,
"now we have Pinkie she will pay us and soon she will be the slave."
But no! Yes.
Pinkie defies them! She consumes the foods of doom!
DASH: Is the ice-cream cursed somehow?
PINKIE: Their diabetes thinks it has claimed Pinkie Pie,
but Pinkie has claimed the diabetes,
and on the eve of her demise the Equestrian health care system
will take the trip of guilt. [laughs] Yes.
DASH: Demise?
PINKIE: Yes.
DASH: From *ice-cream*?!
PINKIE: Yes!
DASH: Pinkie, no!
PINKIE: It is too late.
Pinkie has achieved her victory, and in 24 hours from now she will be a strain on the consciousnesses of...
[stomach gurgle]
DASH: Pinkie?! Is the ice cream taking you?
[stomach gurgle, Pinkie groans]
Pinkie?!
PINKIE: No. Pinkie is strong. Yes. Pinkie will...
[stomach gurgle]
Pinkie...
[stomach gurgle, Pinkie groans]
DASH: Ah-h I'm confused, what's happening?
PINKIE: Pinkie is... [gurgle] going to lay down now.
Her triumph comes in time.
DASH: Pinkie, I'm scared, I don't know what to do!
PINKIE: Tell the masses of Pinkie's martyrdom.
DASH: I think we should get help!
PINKIE: No!
[stomach gurgle]
Ok. Yes.
DASH: Uh, yes, get help? Or yes, don't get help?
PINKIE: No! Yes. Ignore Pinkie. She is weak, ignore her.
[stomach gurgle]
Ok. No, no, listen to Pinkie, send help.
DASH: Who should I call?
PINKIE: Carry Pinkie to the bridge and throw her off. Yes.
DASH: Will that make you better?
PINKIE: Yes. Things will be fixed. Go.
[Rushing water]
Ok. Roll Pinkie over. Kill her. Yes.
DASH: You sure this is gonna make you feel better?
PINKIE: Yes!
DASH: Because Pinkie, I don't think...
PINKIE: Roll Pinkie!
[splash]
Fool! You are not equipped!
DASH: Pinkie, I'm starting to get scared again.
Did a doctor recommend this?
'Cause I think we should get a second opinion.
PINKIE: You have failed Pinkie!
DASH: I don't know what to do Pinkie! I-I think I should call someone!
PINKIE: Rainbow Dash! Do not... [stomach gurgles]
Do not abdicate your duties to Pinkie! Yes.
[stomach gurgles, Pinkie groans]
[phone rings]
DASH: Hello, mom? Hi mom, I-I really need some advice.
See my friend is...
Oh... yeah.
Uh, no, classes... classes are doing fine, yeah.
No, I know but they're doing okay.
I don't want to talk about school right now though mom...
No, no... My grades are fine.
Well, it's not because of my grades mom... I'm gonna graduate.
You know, uh, well I just had to change my majors and stuff.
No! D-Don't stop sending money!
Ok, uh, put dad on the phone. Yeah.
Hi dad!
I said "hi dad!"
Do you have your hearing-aid in?
I said "DO YOU HAVE YOUR HEARING-AID IN?"
I KNOW YOU'RE TOO YOUNG FOR A HEARING-AID DAD,
DO YOU HAVE IT IN THOUGH?
OK.
What?
I have a friend who's like...
I said "I HAVE A FRIEND WH..."
NO, SHE'S NOT A COLLEGE FRIEND...
COLLEGE IS GOING FINE. IT'S GOING FINE DAD.
YEAH, I'M GONNA NEED A FEW MORE YEARS OF TUITION THOUGH...
OFFICIANT: ...and so we may never know what compelled this diabetic young pony to commit suicide.
The tune of severe cramping,
internal bleeding, dehydration and fruity breath...
RARITY: ...oh I don't know, what more is there to say really?
I mean we all totally saw this coming.
Not exactly this *way* maybe,
we probably predicted black powder or something,
but I totally called it on suicide.
TWILIGHT: So, diabetic ketoacidosis. What is this the dark ages?
We have medicine.
APPLEJACK: Do I have to talk?
Can we just have another moment of silence
to quietly contemplate whatever it was that Pinkie was tryin' to accomplish?
I mean I want to respect the dead an'all,
It's just that I feel like maybe
she killed herself out of spite an...
I don't know how to feel.
[blaring trash-metal music drowns out Fluttershy's speech]
[click, music stops]
OFFICIANT: Thank you very much for complying with the last will and testament of the deceased.
DASH: Th-The pony that should have noticed was me!
Rainbow Dash! It's all my fault!
I was irresponsible!
Instead of helping, I talked to my mom about my dad's hearing-aid batteries,
and school- I said I'm still going,
but I'm not because I dropped out years ago!
OFFICIANT: Thank you Ms. Dash,
but I think it's best to keep our sadness focused on the death of your friend,
don't you think?
DASH: But it is!
Everyone! Rainbow Dash murdered Pinkie!
Murdered her! And it's all my fault! I'm the worst pony!
I'm like the dumbest horse!
...and honestly, I keep thinking about going back to school,
but how can I with all this blood on my hooves?!
RARITY: Uh-huh.
DASH: Because Pinkie, she looked at me that night and she said to me -
"Dash, you roll me off that bridge!" And I did!
RARITY: You should have gone with her.
DASH: I feel like we really bonded a lot since Pinkie died.
I used to trust her with my secrets, but now I can tell you.
RARITY: Go outside and play... or something.
DASH: Oh, hey Fluttershy.
Um, hey.
FLUTTERSHY: Oh... hi Rainbow Dash.
I'm sorry. Did I forget something today?
I try, but no one ever...
DASH: Hey Fluttershy?
FLUTTERSHY: What?
DASH: Do you ever feel like worst pony sometimes?
FLUTTERSHY: Yes...
DASH: No!
But you're not! I'm worst Pony!
FLUTTERSHY: Oh... I'm pretty sure I'm worst pony.
DASH: No you're not, *I'm* worst pony!
FLUTTERSHY: Ok... I'm sorry, I didn't know.
DASH: No, I'm sorry for being worst.
FLUTTERSHY: I'm sorry...
DASH: No, I'm sorry!
FLUTTERSHY: Sorry...
DASH: So hey...
Maybe you want to hang out for a while and talk about our traumas?
FLUTTERSHY: Not really...
DASH: Oh come on,
talking constantly about things that make you sad or angry is the
surest way to help you forget those things and
get over them, otherwise you just get all bottled up and
then I think you get a brain disorder.
FLUTTERSHY: Ohhh... Wow.
Well, that would answer a lot of questions.
DASH: So ok, you go first-
uncork that bottle and pour the contents out!
FLUTTERSHY: Well...
I guess that sometimes I worry that I take care of a lot of animals
to make myself feel better,
but the truth is, I can't even take care of myself.
Is this supposed to feel awful?
Because now I feel awful.
DASH: Oh... um...
Well, I think that's the healing.
Maybe.
FLUTTERSHY: Oh... sorry.
DASH: No, it's ok.
Um...
One time, I invited my friend Gilda to come see me here in Ponyville,
so she took a vacation from a job to come out to see me,
and then I was mean.
FLUTTERSHY: I remember that.
DASH: Yeah.
FLUTTERSHY: My uncle used to say I have really bad teeth.
Do I?
DASH: No.
I mean, they're okay.
FLUTTERSHY: Do I smell bad?
DASH: No, I, you know, I don't know...
Well, like you live with a lot of animals... you know...
FLUTTERSHY: I used to have the biggest crush on my uncle.
I think he knew, and I think he told my dad,
and I think that's why my dad left our family.
DASH: Oh...
FLUTTERSHY: I think my mom knows too, but she won't say anything.
DASH: W-Well, that's really good to get out there,
uh, 'cause now we can have the healing begin.
FLUTTERSHY: Sometimes, I still think about calling my uncle and telling him.
Does that sound crazy?
I just need to know if he still thinks my teeth are bad.
DASH: Um, uh...
Hey, Fluttershy, can I use your bathroom?
FLUTTERSHY: Oh, yeah, go ahead...
[clattering]
Sorry.
[knocking]
[knocking, door opens]
TWILIGHT: What?!
DASH: Twilight, I killed Pinkie and I lied about school,
and I was mean to Gilda, and I sleep on the job,
and I don't wear my retainer, and I escaped from Fluttershy,
but I didn't tell her that her house smelled like pee,
and I'm a terrible friend!
TWILIGHT: So? What do you want me to do about it?
DASH: Make me feel better.
TWILIGHT: Okay...
Tell the truth about school, make peace with your teeth getting messed up,
find a more challenging job,
and forget about Gilda and what's-her-face.
DASH: Twilight, no... I want a hug.
TWILIGHT: Well, I don't.
DASH: B-but you're feeling okay, and my self-worth is all gone!
I need a hug!
TWILIGHT: I'm an alcoholic! And I hate everyone!
DASH: Well then, we should talk about our feelings of sadness,
and then you can hug me.
TWILIGHT: No.
DASH: Twilight, hug me!
TWILIGHT: Dash...
DASH: I will not take no for an answer!
[magical pop]
YOU HUG ME RIGHT NOW!
[surprised blathering]
APPLEJACK: W-what the hell!
DASH: Aww...
Hey A.J.
APPLEJACK: What are you doin'?!
DASH: Applejack, I'm really sad.
APPLEJACK: [sighs]
Darlin', you have been really actively moping around for a while now.
DASH: I'm very actively sad.
APPLEJACK: I know...
Sweetheart, it's okay to be sad sometimes.
We all have our rough patches.
It's nature's way of telling you that you're in a bad situation,
but you gotta stop teleporting into my yard demanding physical comfort.
I mean, you gotta get into a better situation.
DASH: Well, a hug *is* a good situation.
[Applejack groans]
Well that's okay,
I could just hug you and then maybe you can owe me a hug for later.
APPLEBLOOM: So they just post pictures of their horns and nothing else,
and they expect ladies to see 'em?
SCOOTALOO: This is my favorite web site baby!
APPLEBLOOM: I don't get it. Won't ladies want to see pictures of their faces?
SCOOTALOO: Their logic is mysterious baby,
and nothing is more alluring than mystery.
DASH: [From outside] C'mon! can't you at least tell me that I'm still best pony?
APPLEJACK: Young lady I told you to keep this door open when Sco...
What are you looking at?!
APPLEBLOOM: Stallions calling out for help in the only way they know how?
SCOOTALOO: Hey baby, I see you still got those adorable freckles.
APPLEJACK: Darn it sis', this kind of website ain't appropriate for you!
SCOOTALOO: It ain't appropriate for anybody baby,
that's the siren call.
[slap]
DASH: A.J., forget this! I don't have anyone else to talk to,
Pinky is dead, my needs are important!
APPLEBLOOM: Wait, Pinkie's dead?
Y'all said she went on vacation.
DASH: Well, then why'd we hold a funeral?
APPLEJACK: Dash! Darn it!
DASH: Who did we bury?
APPLEJACK: I don't want to have to talk with my sister about death.
APPLEBLOOM: What's to talk about?
Just last night Mrs. Cluckerbottom stopped laying eggs and we cut her head off.
APPLEJACK: W-Well Scootaloo's parents probably don't want to have conversations with her
about things she ain't ready for.
SCOOTALOO: Look at this one baby, 12 inches!
DASH: A.J., you need to be more sensitive.
APPLEJACK: What do you mean?
DASH: Well, you know I got a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, and you...
APPLEJACK: Dash, you ain't got *nothing* going on in your life!
I am sorry, but you are a *magical* *flying* horse,
and you do next to nothin' for society.
But *I* am a farm pony, and I'm not half big enough for most of the work I do,
but I bust my hump every single day,
and nobody ever asks me how I'm doing!
APPLEBLOOM: That's not true.
I come home from school every day and ask you how you're doing,
and you just tell me "fine".
APPLEJACK: Shush, I'm not referring to you.
The point is you think it's all daisies and songs for me?
If I took three months off of work to mope,
the entire farm would die and my family would starve.
APPLEBLOOM: We could move in with Cousin Braeburn.
APPLEJACK: I don't wanna live with Braeburn.
APPLEBLOOM: What? Just 'cause of Granny?
APPLEJACK: That's not true, y'know he's got other things goin' just...
APPLEBLOOM: Well, don't we get government help?
'Cause I thought Big Mac said we wouldn't lose the farm on just one bad harvest.
APPLEJACK: Ok look, the thing is about the farm, my hips are starting to ache,
and I'm getting old enough to have kids.
DASH: Well that sounds okay, except for the hips thing, but the babies...
APPLEJACK: Who do you think I'm gonna marry?
DASH: I don't know. W-Who do you like?
APPLEJACK: Well, I don't get to decide,
because if it ain't someone who can take over a farm then it ain't gonna work.
And is my brother gonna marry? I don't know.
APPLEBLOOM: What is he doing with that spatula?
[thump]
APPLEJACK: Go home!
APPLEBLOOM: What was he gonna do with that spatula?
APPLEJACK: Applebloom, you're grounded from Scootaloo forever.
APPLEBLOOM: What?! but she's half my friends!
APPLEJACK: Well I know a filly who'd be a great new friend.
C'mon let's go.
DASH: A.J., we're still cool, right?
APPLEJACK: I don't wanna talk about it right now.
DASH: I'm sorry.
[door chime]
APPLEJACK: Dash, I'm angry and I don't want to discuss it.
Hey Ms. Hooves,
Y'all remember us talking about our little ones not making enough friends?
Well I think now's a good time for them to meet.
DINKY: Mom! Mom, mommommommom! What are you doing?!
What if someone sees you?! Go! go, gogogo!
Hello? What do you want?
APPLEJACK: Well hey there Dinky.
Wouldn't you like to have a sleepover with Applebloom?
DINKY: No.
APPLEBLOOM: Ah, screw you Dinky! You ain't nothin'!
APPLEJACK: Oh come on you two, it'll be fun!
Applebloom loves Jenga!
DINKY: Well ok, but we have to play by special rules.
APPLEJACK: All right! Have fun!
DASH: A.J....
[Cocoa pours]
Thank you Derpy.
APPLEBLOOM: This is crap!
DASH: I know, it totally is.
DINKY: I haven't even told you what the rules are yet!
APPLEBLOOM: Being grounded from one of my only friends is crap!
Who's my sister think she is?!
DINKY: Oh, I-I know just what you mean!
Uh, life is like Jenga...
APPLEBLOOM: What?
DINKY: No, no, listen.
You're supposed to pull out these blocks and the blocks on the bottom are the most important,
but all anyone ever cares about or whether or not the blocks on the top are gonna fall over.
APPLEBLOOM: That's crap.
Your analogy is crap.
Everything is crap!
[Huge explosion]
THRACKERZOD: So... you are replacing us.
APPLEBLOOM: Y'all scared the Jiminy's out of me!
And I am *not* replacing you,
I am just grounded from Scootaloo!
THRACKERZOD: I am grounded from her too.
You are screwing up our social dynamic and shrinking the size of our circle.
SCOOTALOO: Half the school is grounded from
HOO!
Scootaloo baby, but forbidden fruits are that much more enticing.
Hoo ah!
APPLEBLOOM: Well, it ain't my choice.
DINKY: The system is always deciding for us.
Yeah!
Yeah! We should overthrow the system!
APPLEBLOOM: We all should run away, and start our own better system!
DINKY: That's good too!
APPLEBLOOM: Come on you guys!
DASH: Derpy?
Derpy?!
Oh.
Ah man.
Darn Derpy, I hate when that happens.
If you cooked really greasy food today you might be able to just slip your head out.
Ah, but, hey, the kids are leaving,
and I'm not supposed to watch after kids.
I got a court order.
I think... uh,
I think you're stuck though.
So, uh, I'll go ahead.
Um, I'll just finish my cocoa first though.
'Cause the sink is busy right now,
and I don't want to throw it in the trash in case it leaks.
[sips] Ow!
Yeah, it's still hot. I have to wait a few minutes.
I'm gonna leave soon though.
Y'know, know the kids have really little legs,
I don't think they're gonna get too far.
[cawing of birds]
THRACKERZOD: Why the Everfree Forest exactly?
APPLEBLOOM: Think about it.
THRACKERZOD: Ok.
APPLEBLOOM: The adults are always telling us to never go here, so it's symbolic.
THRACKERZOD: Is that what a *normal* child would do?
APPLEBLOOM: I think a normal kid would probably just go to their friend's house until they got hungry.
THRACKERZOD: Well, then I have many objections.
APPLEBLOOM: Why are y'all always riding the bandwagon Thrackerzod?
DASH: Hey! Hey! Hey, you guys!
APPLEBLOOM: Dash, you go away, we're on a mission.
[crash]
What are you doin'? This is child abuse!
[Raspberry blowing]
[laughs] Stop! Stop! No more!
DASH: Applebloom, listen...
[singing] Ok, the world presents some problems,
and we don't know what to do.
You've come to find your feelings aren't exactly what you knew.
The odds are stacked quite poorly if without a winning hand.
But bear in mind your faring's only worse if you don't -
Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because they'll turn your chips to trash.
You've gotta set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash.
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl.
But I would not let that mar my opinion of the -
Fact is that if you could fix the failings of the current paradigm,
we would have a hero who's both been elusive and on time.
Just one time.
And then,
we would all contrive new conflict!
Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because they'll turn your chips to trash.
You've gotta set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash.
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl.
But I would not let that mar my opinion of the world.
APPLEBLOOM: This coming from a pony who's been up everyone's butt with moping for three months.
DASH: They let me take time off work for my emotional recovery, so...
APPLEBLOOM: That is completely appalling.
DASH: Well I do blame myself and feel badly,
and my job sucks.
Look I'm not saying to follow your heart or something dumb like that, just...
[singing] Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because they'll turn your chips to trash.
You've gotta set your sights and hopes on setting not to crash.
The truth can seem quite bleak if you don't make your plans unfurl.
But I would not let that mar my opinion of the-
Stipulations placed before you to get all the things you really need.
Mr. Big may make things hard but you have got to plant your seeds.
Go to war.
Fight more.
Your dreams thrive by competition.
You'll find no-one famous ever got there just by flinching at their foes.
Cling against the torment, claw with all your might at what you know.
Don't let go.
Just grow!
Don't wait or play to indecision!
Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
Because you've got to be more grand.
You've got to think ahead and carry out the things you planned.
The truth can be of use when you can see where falsehoods lay.
Don't quit on hopes or dreams when you have simply got to -
Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because they'll only drag you down.
You've got to keep on sailing even when you want to frown.
The world will keep on turning without matter where you land.
You might as well be running when your feet should hit the sand.
APPLEBLOOM: Ok, so what you're saying is that the world is gonna screw us left and right anyway,
so we may as well screw the world right back?
DASH: No...
I'm saying that the world is a hard place,
and if you need a leg up, I can be there.
But I think you'll be ok if you just keep working hard and trying new strategies.
Really I just want you to...
[Singing] Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because you've got to be more grand.
You've got to think ahead and carry out the things you planned.
The truth can be of use when you can see where falsehoods lay.
Don't quit on hopes or dreams when you have simply got to -
Chin up! Don't bet on sinking ships,
because they'll only drag you down.
You've got the means to live, and it
and it needs merely to be found!
THRACKERZOD: Ok. The whole positive thinking spiel was great.
But I think there may be limitations to its success.
DASH: Maybe we have stuff in common.
Hey, do you guys like Jenga?
DIAMOND DOG: No, and you're going to be food.
DASH: Aww.
THRACKERZOD: Like everyone, I fail to notice that our lives involve a lot of negative examples of ways not to behave.
If I had extraordinary sensory abilities, I might set forward the opinion that,
in the future we should just stay at Derpy's house and play Jenga.
Not that I am saying that.
This is a hypothetical world I propose.
Obviously nobody else has noticed how often we do things that are outlandishly stupid.
[Magical zap, pop]
DIAMOND DOG: You're too late ponies!
We're going to eat these other ponies and there's nothing you can do about it!
[Rock rumbles]
Wait! We can negotiate!
[Loud crash]
APPLEJACK: Why'd you crush him with a rock? We could have tried diplomacy.
TWILIGHT: It is diplomacy.
I traded a big rock for Rainbow Dash.
RARITY: It is a pretty fair trade.
APPLEJACK: But I brought the Elements of Harmony with us and everything!
I thought we were gonna do harmony or somethin'!
[Bushes rustle]
FLUTTERSHY: Hey you guys.
You told me to come out to the meeting spot 15 minutes late,
and you were already gone but luckily some earthworms told me where to find you,
not that you care.
[Magical pinging]
[Magical explosion]
GHOST PINKIE: By your powers combined! Yes.
Pinkie returns from the dead!
RARITY: Ok, how exactly are the elements of harmony *supposed* to work?
Are they *supposed* to bring back the dead?
I thought that necromancy required an expensive license and a college degree.
GHOST PINKIE: Clear your eyes! Pinkie returns!
TWILIGHT: You can do necromancy without a degree but you won't be...
RARITY: Oh shut up.
Pinkie, we are still mad at *you*!
GHOST PINKIE: What? From what are you mad at Pinkie?!
TWILIGHT: Seriously?
GHOST PINKIE: Yes.
APPLEJACK: Seriously?
GHOST PINKIE: Yes.
DINKY: Mom! Everyone can see you!
Here, hide behind this bush!
APPLEJACK: ...was committed for poignancy.
TWILIGHT: ...your funeral was expensive.
RARITY: Dash hasn't shut up about the whole thing for months.
DASH: I was coming to terms with it,
but I'm emotionally confused again.
TWILIGHT: It's kind of a pain in the ass to have had a funeral if you're gonna come back from the dead.
DINKY: And you make my mom feel really insecure!
GHOST PINKIE: Whose mom?
DINKY: My mom.
RARITY: Don't you change the subject!
GHOST PINKIE: What is this?! Pinkie brings you closure!
DASH: How would this be closure?
NARRATOR: So it turned out we basically learned nothing.
Life still carried on in all its hardships but I went back to my job.
Pinkie continued as a vengeful spirit thanks to the powers of the Elements of Harmony,
which nobody really understood,
and she haunted the pharmacy by constantly activating the drive-through window.
The courts decided I wasn't guilty of any crimes granted the circumstances,
since I wasn't intentionally watching anyone's kids, which is good,
and A.J. just kind of forgot about Scootaloo being banned from the house.
All in all I guess you could say that life is full of these little compromises,
but as long as you keep setting new objectives there's no telling where you'll go.
Life *is* kind of like a Jenga tower -
You pull out a piece from the past and use it to build the tower higher.
When it falls over you just pick it up and build it again.
Then you teach your kids and hope that they can learn from you to build an even better one.
It never really ends, but this story is over.
So... The End!
Then Pinkie joined the ghost Wonderbolts! It was awesome!