Happily Ever Laughter

Chapter 1


AN: I deleted the other Happily Ever Laughter because I ran out of ideas and that wasn't even how the story was supposed to go. so here you go! new story! Same title! Review! Lightning Flash belongs to Lightning Flash. i love avenged sevenfold so much. the song in this chapter is an original :) i know there is a fic out there with Pinkie's dad getting sick or whatever, but i liked the idea so i wanted to make THIS. SO THERE.

EDITED FOR LIGHTNING FLASH, TO SOOTHE HIS RAGING ATTRACTION TO PINKIE.


"Good morning, Cloudchaser!"

"Good morning, Pinkie."

"How ya doin', Lilly?"

"Great, thanks for asking, Pinkie!"

"Lightning Flash!"

"Pinkie, hey!" The white pegasus smiled at the pink earth pony before swooping her up in a big kiss. "How's my favorite pony today?"

The mare giggled, returning the passionate smooch. "I'm doing great! Just doing my job!"

"Which is?"

"Making sure everypony is smiling!"

Pinkie Pie herself beamed at the Pegasus she was talking to before skipping along the way. Her poufy mane and tail bounced along to the song she was humming. "~Yes, I love to make you smile, smile, smile…~"

The exuberant pink pony stopped in front of a large oak tree. Its branches reached higher than any building in Ponyville, its trunk was large enough for a fully-grown dragon to curl up in. It was none other than the Ponyville library –or in other words– Twilight Sparkle's house. She lifted a hoof and knocked on the door. It opened shortly to reveal a light mauve unicorn with a purple and pink streaked indigo mane. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she yawned hugely before greeting Pinkie.

"Hey, Pinkie, what can I do for you?" Twilight rubbed her eyes.

"Just dropping by to say hello!"

There were a few seconds of silence before anypony spoke.

"Hello!"

"Is that all Pinkie? I kind of have a lot to do."

"You know what you need?"

"A cup of coffee?"

"No, you need some cheering up. How about I sing you a song?"

"How about you don't? I don't have time for this…"

Pinkie opened her mouth and began to sing:

Sometimes when you have too many things to do,

And you feel like there isn't a way through,

And you fret and you scream

Hoping this is all a dream,

When in reality,

You've got too much on your plate…

And you worry that it's too late…

When all you have to do is…

Sit back and take a break,

Relax for Celestia's sake,

Take a nap, or sing a song,

Remember your friends were here all along

Incase you need to have some fun

We'll all play by the river and lay in the sun

You're never alone

So don't be a moan

And seize the day

Come out and play!

Don't worry, 'cuz everything will be okay!

And I'll stop you if you ever cry,

'Cuz I'm the one and only Pinkie Pie!

"Wow."

"Ya like it? I made it up on the spot," Pinkie grinned. "Come on, Twilight. Give us a smile!"

Twilight's mouth twitched until it broke out into a smile. "Alright, you got me. I guess I needed that song to cheer me up, and as soon as I finish my studies, I'll come out and play. Thing is, I've been up for two days working on my report to Celestia, but my conclusion doesn't match up with my hypothesis, even though I went through the scientific method about six times! I just can't seem to figure out what variable I need to change!"

Pinkie peeked into the library. It was dark. None of the lights except for a few candles were on. She could just make out a bundle of papers, test tubes, and beakers resting on the circular table in the center of the room.

"Gee, Twilight, it looks pretty gloomy in there. Why don't you open a window?" Pinkie trotted in to let some sunlight in.

"No! Pinkie, don't!"

As the natural light streamed in, Twilight gasped. "That just ruined the whole experiment! Now I have to…" She paused as she looked at the papers she had been writing on. "Wait a minute… Oh!" She face-hoofed herself. "How stupid of me!"

"What happened?" asked Pinkie.

"Because it was so dark, I've been reading my hypothesis wrong! Oh thank you Pinkie, now I can finally finish my report!" Twilight grabbed Pinkie and hugged her gently before letting her go and returning to her studies.

Pinkie smiled and left the library, closing the door just as she heard cries of "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" She closed her eyes and chuckled to herself, "Another day, another pony smiling because of Pinkie."


"…And I was all POW! Smack! Crunch! And I defeated the evil monster in ten seconds flat!"

Scootaloo was seated in a booth with her fellow Cutie Mark Crusader, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. Pinkie stood before them placing tall glasses of frothy strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate milkshakes in front of them.

"Thank you, Pinkie," Rarity said, who was sitting on the other side of the table.

"Not a problem! So, what happened to the monster?" asked Pinkie.

"It wasn't a monster, it was a ponyequin of mine, and I had dressed it in my newest creation," retorted Rarity, who glared at Sweetie Belle. "And no, it didn't look like a mutated pony zombie."

"Did you actually say that?" giggled Pinkie.

Sweetie Belle nodded proudly, a smug smile on her little face. "Yup! Rarity was so mad!"

Pinkie laughed out loud. "Well, I gotta go! See you guys." Pinkie resumed to her job, taking orders and serving customers until her shift was over and she was free for the day.

"We're thinking of closing early," said Mr. Cake as he walked to the door. He looked exhausted, Pinkie observed. It must be the foals, Pinkie thought. They had grown quickly and were now one year old. "Could you turn the sign Pinkie?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Cake," Pinkie said, nudging the 'OPEN' sign until it flipped to 'CLOSED'.

"Oh, by the way Pinkie, this came for you in the mail. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but we were pretty busy." Mr. Cake placed a white envelope on the table before turning to kitchen.

Pinkie sat down at one of the empty tables and tore the envelope open with her mouth. A single sheet of yellowed paper fluttered out. The handwriting was small and neat, and vaguely familiar. Pinkie's heart quickened when she read the first two words, and sped up as she read the rest of the letter:

Dear Pinkamena,

This is your father writing. I am sending this letter to inform you that your mother has fallen sick. We fear that she might be living her last days. We would like you to come home to see her for the last time. Your sisters are going to be here as well. We all need to come together for your mother. We hope to see you soon. We would like it if you came as soon as possible.

Regards,

Your father

Pinkie stared at the paper, her mouth agape. Her mother… her own mother who she hasn't seen for 12 years was dying, and they decided to contact her now? After all those years of believing that her family didn't love her, they had asked her to come back home? She gritted her teeth, tears of anger and anguish leaking out. Memories flooded her brain; working at the rock farm, being looked down on by her parents and sisters, crying in her bedroom after she had been sent there with no supper, and worst of all, getting her cutie mark and being scorned by her entire family. But… in a way, she had to go back home. Just to see them once gain.

To see them look at you in disgust and turn their heads away? A small voice in Pinkie's head said. To hear them sigh every time you open your mouth? To see them roll their eyes every time you try to be useful? To feel your father's hooves, hard like a rock, on your back? To be pushed around by your sisters for being a different color? That's a great idea, Pinkie. Really. You're so smart. Wow.

"No," whispered Pinkie. "I'm going back to show them that even though I haven't forgiven them for what they have done to me, I will be mature and face them, for one last time. And then I'll never go back." Pinkie rested her head on the table. "Never."


and i watched the avengers again. 4th time! and i'm hoping for a fifth :3

omg i love loki. we're married.