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Chapter 7– Having a Blast

Spike decided to take a well-deserved break from the mind-numbing task of mail sorter. What I wouldn't give for a tall glass of sarsaparilla and a double-sprinkle donut…and Sugarcube Corner just HAD to close today!

Spike left his post and walked outside the Post Office, pacing around the building in confusion. He kicked at a small pebble, chasing it down the road as he tried to blow off some steam. In his busy little head, Spike was putting together a little speech, and judging by the angry look on his face, it was not going to be pleasant.

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If Twilight's party planning was like a tornado at first, it had now escalated into a full-force natural disaster. The streamers had been frustratingly ripped to pieces, the cake was nowhere to be seen, and somehow, the punchbowl had caught fire. To make things worse, Ditzy Doo's example of "helping out," meant standing in the center of the room, belting out nonsensical motivational speeches from the eye of the chaotic party tornado.

"We have nothing to fear, but giant zombie vamponies!"

Rarity brushed her mane in the corner, trying to get as far away from the flinging mess as possible while she brushed out the confetti and frosting.

"We shall decorate on the beaches! We shall party on the landing grounds! We shall never surrender, except for a routine muffin break!"

Fluttershy hid under the table that held the presents, making the tablecloth shiver.

"Kick logic out and do the impossible!"

Rainbow Dash tried to douse the flaming punchbowl to no avail.

"They can take our streamers, but they'll never take our fredommmm!"

Applejack repeatedly threw her lasso into the air, trying to corral the stubborn herd of green and purple balloons taking refuge on the ceiling.

"You can't handle the frosting!"

Twilight hunched herself into a corner, holding tightly to a book as she rocked back and forth in a fetal position. Her mane was frizzled, and her eyes darted around like a crazed lunatic as everything around her went horribly wrong.

"Let me see your party face! GRRRRR-"

"WAIT!"

Rainbow Dash silenced Ditzy by placing her hoof in the mailmare's mouth, much to the relief of the other ponies. After a sudden silence, save for the crackling of the flaming punchbowl, all of their ears perked at a few strange sounds from outside.

"Is that….a motorcycle?" pondered Twilight as everypony analyzed the outside noises.

"No, dat sounds like…a rubber chicken?"

"Um, I'm sorry, but…I think it sounds like some frantic galloping to me."

"I think you're right darling, but now I swear I'm hearing some wheels turning."

"Yeah, that sounds kinda heavy. Wait, I think I know that sound. It's-"

Rainbow's sentence was cut short by the sound of Twilight's door slamming open. What greeted them was the blank stare of a large metal tube pointing directly at them. A mix of surprise, shock, and utter surprise befell each of their faces as six pairs of eyes opened wide.

"EVERYPONY DUCK!"

BOOM!!!!!

The moment the blast zone was cleared, a loud explosion of balloons, streamers, confetti, punch, glasses, tablecloths, noisemakers and assorted baked goods flew through the air, all landing perfectly in their designated spots, leaving nothing but six shivering ponies on the floor and the faint smell of gunpowder.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Twilight dared to open her eyes. Expecting to see and even bigger mess, (which she thought was already impossible) the librarian was stunned to see that the entire first floor had been transformed from a war zone into a perfectly planned out party room!

"Bu.buu…but….but…"

"Oh don't worry," came the sound of an all-too familiar voice. "there's no need to thank me. After all, it's my duty as the Premier Pink Party Pony of Ponyville to help in a planning crisis, and boy was this one a dooz-"

Pinkie's monologue was interrupted by Twilight, who had gotten up and tackled her to the ground, enveloping Pinkie in a hugely grateful hug.

"Never…let me plan a party without you…again."

Everypony nodded their heads in unison rather frantically.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Pinkie hopped up to her feet. "Let's get this party rolling!"

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Chapter 7– Having a Blast

Spike decided to take a well-deserved break from the mind-numbing task of mail sorter. What I wouldn't give for a tall glass of sarsaparilla and a double-sprinkle donut…and Sugarcube Corner just HAD to close today!

Spike left his post and walked outside the Post Office, pacing around the building in confusion. He kicked at a small pebble, chasing it down the road as he tried to blow off some steam. In his busy little head, Spike was putting together a little speech, and judging by the angry look on his face, it was not going to be pleasant.

-----

If Twilight's party planning was like a tornado at first, it had now escalated into a full-force natural disaster. The streamers had been frustratingly ripped to pieces, the cake was nowhere to be seen, and somehow, the punchbowl had caught fire. To make things worse, Ditzy Doo's example of "helping out," meant standing in the center of the room, belting out nonsensical motivational speeches from the eye of the chaotic party tornado.

"We have nothing to fear, but giant zombie vamponies!"

Rarity brushed her mane in the corner, trying to get as far away from the flinging mess as possible while she brushed out the confetti and frosting.

"We shall decorate on the beaches! We shall party on the landing grounds! We shall never surrender, except for a routine muffin break!"

Fluttershy hid under the table that held the presents, making the tablecloth shiver.

"Kick logic out and do the impossible!"

Rainbow Dash tried to douse the flaming punchbowl to no avail.

"They can take our streamers, but they'll never take our fredommmm!"

Applejack repeatedly threw her lasso into the air, trying to corral the stubborn herd of green and purple balloons taking refuge on the ceiling.

"You can't handle the frosting!"

Twilight hunched herself into a corner, holding tightly to a book as she rocked back and forth in a fetal position. Her mane was frizzled, and her eyes darted around like a crazed lunatic as everything around her went horribly wrong.

"Let me see your party face! GRRRRR-"

"WAIT!"

Rainbow Dash silenced Ditzy by placing her hoof in the mailmare's mouth, much to the relief of the other ponies. After a sudden silence, save for the crackling of the flaming punchbowl, all of their ears perked at a few strange sounds from outside.

"Is that….a motorcycle?" pondered Twilight as everypony analyzed the outside noises.

"No, dat sounds like…a rubber chicken?"

"Um, I'm sorry, but…I think it sounds like some frantic galloping to me."

"I think you're right darling, but now I swear I'm hearing some wheels turning."

"Yeah, that sounds kinda heavy. Wait, I think I know that sound. It's-"

Rainbow's sentence was cut short by the sound of Twilight's door slamming open. What greeted them was the blank stare of a large metal tube pointing directly at them. A mix of surprise, shock, and utter surprise befell each of their faces as six pairs of eyes opened wide.

"EVERYPONY DUCK!"

BOOM!!!!!

The moment the blast zone was cleared, a loud explosion of balloons, streamers, confetti, punch, glasses, tablecloths, noisemakers and assorted baked goods flew through the air, all landing perfectly in their designated spots, leaving nothing but six shivering ponies on the floor and the faint smell of gunpowder.

After a few moments of stunned silence, Twilight dared to open her eyes. Expecting to see and even bigger mess, (which she thought was already impossible) the librarian was stunned to see that the entire first floor had been transformed from a war zone into a perfectly planned out party room!

"Bu.buu…but….but…"

"Oh don't worry," came the sound of an all-too familiar voice. "there's no need to thank me. After all, it's my duty as the Premier Pink Party Pony of Ponyville to help in a planning crisis, and boy was this one a dooz-"

Pinkie's monologue was interrupted by Twilight, who had gotten up and tackled her to the ground, enveloping Pinkie in a hugely grateful hug.

"Never…let me plan a party without you…again."

Everypony nodded their heads in unison rather frantically.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Pinkie hopped up to her feet. "Let's get this party rolling!"