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"What about this one?" Pinkie asked, throwing a seventeenth crazy party hat onto her head and flinging the sixteenth onto the leaning tower o' hats in the corner. "I dunno, Gummy, does it say 'sophisticated weirdo human party fun' to you?"

Gummy blinked unevenly at her. Pinkie sighed, tossed the hat aside, and reached for the eighteenth hat.

Then a scroll appeared in a burst of green flames and landed at her hooves. "OMIGOSHOMIGOSHALETTERFROMPRINCESSCELESTIA!" Pinkie cried, loud and excited enough to make the windows vibrate. She danced in place for a few moments before opening the scroll. "Dear Pinkie Pie," she read aloud. "Blah blah blah, friendship, blah blah, elements, blah, changelings OH! The Crystal Empire! Omigosh, Gummy we have to go right now!"

She tossed the entire stack of crazy party hats into a hat box much too small for even one of them, slammed the lid on, and dropped it into her saddlebags.

Gummy blinked at her.

"I knooooooooooow," Pinkie said. "But Fandom will just have to party without me for a little while."

[ooc: I dunno it came up in a thread and I needed something to distract the pony from the make-out party. NFI.]

Pinkie Pie awoke to find a toothless baby alligator with enormous purple eyes staring her in the face.

"Good morning," it said.

Pinkie gasped in delight. "GUMMY!" she shrieked. "YOU CAN TALK!"

The alligator gave a long suffering sigh. "Well, no, he can't." It gestured to the side, where the other toothless baby alligator with enormous purple eyes was attempting to eat Pinkie's bed skirt.

"Gummy!" Pinkie cried. "You MULTIPLIED."

"That's not it, either. I'm a daemon."

And then Pinkie was screaming and darting around the apartment, hooves clattering about.

"Stop panicking," the alligator said. "It's not nearly as much fun for everypony else. I'm a daemon, not a demon."

Pinkie stopped mid-panic. "Oh! Okay, then. I'm Pinkie Pie!"

"Yes, I know." The alligator blinked slowly and unevenly but with great dignity. "I'm Stinky Pie. Your daemon."

This called for a party.

Pinkie woke up in her usual way, rolling out of bed with a jaw cracking yawn, shaking out her mane, and then trotting toward the kitchen to see what sort of snacks she had for breakfast. She got about three paces from her bed today before she froze mid-trot.

Her yes went wide. Then they went wider. Then her pupils started shifting in opposite directions and she started to emit this high pitched "eeeeeeeeeeeee" sort of noise.

Gummy came out to investigate as Pinkie popped up on her hind legs and peered down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH -- oh well." She dropped back to all four hooves and resumed trotting towards the kitchen.

Freaking out worked better after you've gotten yourself some cake.

[ooc: establishy. Pinkie is totally a brony colt, today. What, you couldn't tell?]