Pinkie Pie: [pant] [pant] [pant]

Twilight Sparkle: Come on, Pinkie, push. I know you can do it.

Mr. T: You heard her, pink horse. I pity the fool who don't push that baby out of their ass.

Posh guy: Technically, my african-american acquaintance, a newborn child, or in this case, foal, comes out of the genitalia of the female.

[Mr. T punches the posh guy.]

Mr. T: Shut up, fool.

Applejack: Uh, where did those two come from?

[The door opens. In comes Pinkie Pie's aunt, Auntie Pie.]

Auntie Pie: Alright, Is it out yet? Is my great-nephew/niece born already?

Doctor: Excuse me, madam, we are in the middle of a delivery. You're not supposed to be here at this minute.

Posh guy: The horse doctor speaks the truth. You can't barge in here during the preparation of life's greatest moment-

[Mr. T punches the posh guy again.]

Mr. T: I said shut up, fool.

Pinkie Pie: Auntie, I'm kinda having a baby right now.

Auntie Pie: And that's why I'm here to help.

Pinkie Pie: But I don't want your help. You're the worst, judgmental, meanest, rudest aunt ever.

Auntie Pie: Well, maybe if you'd understand and repsected me well, I wouldn't be any of those things.

Rainbow Dash: What's going on right now?

Fluttershy: I have no clue.

Pinkie Pie: Would you please let me handle this motherhood thing myself. I need alone time.

Auntie Pie: Yeah, right. You can't handle alone time ever since you left your parents. You need me, Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie: No, I don't.

Auntie Pie: Yes, you do.

Pinkie Pie: No, I don't.

Auntie Pie: Yes, you do.

Pinkie Pie: No, I don't.

Auntie Pie: Yes, you do.

Pinkie Pie: NO I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T! [pant] [pant] [pant]

Twilight Sparkle: OK, Everypony, let's just calm down and not get into a ruckus.

Dr. Phil: She's right, you know. All of your bickering isn't getting you two close to a reconciliation. Pinkie, if you get to know your aunt better, she could stay happy. And Auntie, maybe if you give Pinkie a little space for once, she could be happy too. Now what do you say we all hug it out.

Mr. T: I don't do hugs, fool.

Auntie Pie: [sigh] You're right, Dr. Phil. Pinkie, I'm sorry I pushed you too hard. I was only looking out for you.

Pinkie Pie: And I'm sorry I said you're the worst, judgmental, meanest, rudest aunt ever. In fact, you're the best- [screaming in pain] It's coming! It's coming!

Rarity: Oh, my God. Quick, everyone. It's going to be a miracle.

Auntie Pie: Come on, niece. Push. Push

Mr. T: Push, fool, push. Push, fool, push

Dr. Phil: By pushing this foal out, you're also pushing out your frustration.

[Posh guy looks at the baby's head with the doctor.]

Doctor: I see the head. You're nearly there, Ms. Pie.

Posh guy: Ugh, from this view it is by far grotesque.

Doctor: Would you move out of the way. Oh, look, it's coming, it's coming, it's coming, it's

[Pinkie Pie screams. The baby comes out in supersonic speed with confetti and it lands on the doctor's face. The Mane 6, Dr. Phil, Mr. T and Posh guy are shocked. Rarity faints.]

Doctor: Um, congrats.

[Seinfeld music plays.]

The End