Equestria, Ponyville, Sugarcube Corner, 1002 C.E.

It really is too slow of a day, Pinkie thought. I think it's a molasses day today. Pinkie didn't normally like molasses days, they dragged on far too long, except for when she wanted them to drag on, then they were perfect for whatever she wanted them to be. Molasses days happened a lot, where ponies just didn't want to come and buy all the delicious sweets the Cakes had on sale every single day, no matter what day it might be. Whether it was a molasses day or a cotton candy day or a turkey day or a Mon-day or a Fri-day. Pinkie loved looking at all the cakes and cookies and apple pies every single day. It made her wonder why no one would come and buy all of them just so they could look at them every single day too. Well, she supposed ponies could come here just to look at all the food, but then she wouldn't be able to sell anything, and she'd have to charge a fee just to come inside, and that would be too much, she thought. Pinkie absolutely loved sweets of all kinds, but not as much as she loved her friends, which made her stop thinking about cake, for once, and focus on a problem that had been troubling her for a while now. Her friends had been spending less and less time with her, and to make up for it, she had been throwing more and more parties. It had really gotten to her. In fact it had more than gotten to her, the idea had buried into her mind and had settled there making her really sad. Her hair had lost its poof and her eyes had lost their spark. She sighed. Just then the bell dinged at the front of the shop and a small mare with a tan-ish coat and big bulky glasses poked her head into the bakery. Pinkie looked up quickly and plastered a smile on her face.

"Welcome to Sugarcube Corner."

The mare looked confused, as though she had the wrong place. She swung her head around the shop, nodded to herself, and quietly stepped into the room, avoiding any eye contact with Pinkie.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?"

The mare nodded again and pointed at a glass case that held a batch of red velvet cupcakes.

"Ok. How many would you like?"

She mumbled something unrecognizable stared down at the ground as though she found the green tiled floor incredibly interesting.

"Um, what was that?"

"Two... Please."

Pinkie nodded and grabbed two cupcakes, wrapping them up in a plastic bag, and handed them to the skittish mare, exchanging them for cash. The mare nodded in thanks and was about to exit the shop, when she tripped over her front hooves. Luckily the cupcakes landed safely on the ground with a small thump. The mare stood up quickly, nodded back at Pinkie, and made her way out the door. Pinkie noticed, as she ran down the street and turned a corner, that the mare had an odd cutie mark. It was a knife. Hmm. She must be a chef of some sort. Pinkie shook her head, her eyes lingering on the corner the odd mare had disappeared behind just seconds before. She turned back to the shop and found everything in order, so she returned to her station behind the counter and continued to admire the cupcakes on display, occasionally sneaking bits of icing off one or two. Few ponies came in. Carrot Top stopped by, and Derpy bought some muffins, but besides that, the day was uneventful. It definitely was a molasses day. At about 2, as the sun had just become hot enough to make Pinkie uncomfortable, Mrs. Cake came in through the back, wiping flour off of an old, battered up apron she wore around her waist. Pinkie's shift was almost over.

"Did we make any sales, Pinkie?"

Pinkie shook her head and handed Mrs. Cake the money.

"Not really. Derpy and Carrot Cake stopped by, a pony came in today and bought some velvet cupcakes, but that was about it."

Mrs. Cake nodded.

"Well, you can head on upstairs, Pinkie. Hopefully tomorrow's a better day for sales."

Pinkie went up the winding staircase to her room, dragging her hooves behind her. As she reached the top of the stairs, she glanced around her room at the mess still remaining from the last party she had thrown. Left alone, her mind wandered back to depressing thought of her friends. She sighed and kicked at some streamers on the floor.She stared out the window and looked down at the town. She could see Applejack's farm, and Twilight's house and even Fluttershy's cottage on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. There was Spike walking around town and Granny Smith heading back home. She sighed. Did her friends really like her parties? They didn't seem to be coming to them as often anymore. She shook her head and cleared her mind of thoughts like that. Of course her friends still liked her parties! They wouldn't be coming to any if they didn't. She nodded to reassure herself and cut herself a piece of the cake she had made for her party. It tasted delicious, as always. She smiled. There's no way her friends would want to miss out on this cake. Right?

Somewhere in Time and Space

The Doctor awoke with his head pounding and his eyes crusted shut, as though he had been asleep for days. He groaned.

"That could have been a less bumpy trip..."

He looked around the TARDIS and suddenly remembered the angels. He jumped up and grabbed for his sonic screwdriver. Right. Time vortex. Never mind. He shook his head. There didn't appear to be any angels on board. He gasped. The Euon energy! He groped around under his collar for the key chain, but came up with nothing. It was gone. Had the angels gotten it? He raced to the console and it appeared to be perfectly fine. No time blast had fried its console. It was full of Euon energy. It purred quietly at the Doctor.

"No. Quiet. I'm thinking."

He scratched his head, but quickly pulled is hand back, or should he say hoof.

"What?"

He looked down at where his hands used to be and found only horse-like hooves. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked back down at his hands. Still hooves. He stumbled backwards and almost fell. He was walking on four hands and knees, except they were horse hooves. He looked himself over and he did indeed appear equine. He even looked at himself in a mirror and his suspicions were confirmed. He was a horse. There didn't seem to be any explanation, both as to why he transformed into a horse, or any way to fix it. Utterly confused, he shook his head again and decided to take a stroll outside to see where he was. He checked his monitor and everything appeared stable, so he peeked his head outside. Quickly, the smell of cookies and cakes of all kinds filled his nostrils. He was definitely in a bakery of some kind. He looked around. Everything was sort of smashed as though something had crashed through the ceiling and destroyed everything. He turned around and found that his TARDIS sat on a pile of rubble under a crumbling hole that was smoking around the edges.

"Oh."

He had crashed through a bakery in Who-Knows-Where Town. He sighed. Things like this always happened when he was in a new place. He looked around the room. There appeared to be a staircase that led upstairs. He picked his way over to the stairs and proceeded up them. About halfway upstairs, he found a blue mare, it looked like, with bright pink hair, huddled in a corner, shaking.

"Are you Ok?"

He wasn't really sure if the mare could answer back. She was a horse after all. The mare nodded.

"Are you the police?"

He gaped at the talking horse.

"You just talked! You are a blue horse! And, you talked! You spoke to me! In English! That's amazing!"

The entire time, the Doctor was jumping around and the mare looked incredibly confused and slightly offended.

"I'm a pony."

The Doctor stopped.

"What?"

"You called me a horse. I'm a pony."

"Horse, pony. They're synonymous. Kinda doesn't matter. You can talk!"

He laughed for a minute and then slowly calmed down.

"Hmm...Yes. I am the police. Call me The Doctor . Is there anyone else here?"

The mare pointed upstairs.

"Pinkie Pie's up there. You said you were the police."

The Doctor nodded.

"I am. Thank you..?"

"Cake. Mrs. Cake."

"Alright then. Thank you Mrs. Cake. Your cooperation is noted."

The Doctor finished the climb up the stairs and found a pink pony asleep on a couch in the room at the end of the hall. He shook her.

"Pinkie? Is that your name? Wake up."

Her face was covered in cake, and she looked as though she had been throwing a small party. Hmm... Thought the Doctor.

"Pinkie," He shouted at her face. " Wake up!"

She was finally startled awake and looked drowsily around the room.

"What? Where am I?"

She focused on the Doctor.

"More importantly, who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. You've been in a terrible accident. We need to get you to a hospital."

He helped her up.

"Come on."

He led her downstairs, past Mrs. Cake and her husband, it looked like, and out onto the street, where ponies of all colors and shapes were now gathering outside the bakery.

"What happened to Sugarcube Corner?" Pinkie asked.

"I'll tell you later. Let's go somewhere where people won't hear us."

Pinkie stopped.

"Whoa! Wait! I'm not going anywhere with somepony I've never even met!"

"Then you'll die. I told you, you were in a terrible accident. I'm taking you to the hospital."

She looked at him skeptically.

"I'm police."

He flashed her his psychic paper

"But you said you were a doctor."

"I'm the Doctor."

She shook her head and he led her around a few more blocks then stopped her in an alleyway.

"Now, how do you feel?"

"I thought you were taking me to the hospital?"

"I might. Later. Are you Ok?"

She nodded.

"What happened to Sugarcube Corner?"

"Oh. That. I kind of crashed my spaceship into it."

"Spaceship? Are you an alien?!"

The Doctor nodded.

"But your cutie mark is an hourglass. Hmm..."

She scratched her chin.

"Cutie Mark?"

"Yeah, your cutie mark. The symbol representing your personality and job. Look mine is a bunch of balloons, because I love to party. I work at Sugarcube Corner."

She looked sort of downcast when she talked about parties, even though it was in her personality to love parties. He'd have to ask her about it later, the Doctor decided.

"Your's is an hourglass, so do you have to with time?"

"Time? Yes! I do!"

She gasped.

"A time traveling alien pony! That's amazing!"

"I know!"

He forced himself to be calm and composed. He had serious business to take care of.

"Now, Pinkie, have there been any strange happenings going on around here? Where are we anyway?"

She looked around.

"We're in Ponyville, and yes, there have been strange things going on. There's been a mysterious string of murders going on. That's pretty strange! The murderer leads the victims into quiet, secluded places and then kills them in torturous ways." She shivered.

"Speaking of which, are you the murderer?!"

"No, Pinkie. I'm not the murderer. Do I even look like a murderer?"

She shook her head.

"Alright then. Have any of the victims survived?"

Pinkie paused and thought about it. She gasped.

"Yes! One! Sweet Sunrise! She got really badly injured! She's at the hospital. I hope she's Ok..." Pinkie looked sadly at the ground.

"Well. That solves that question. We are taking you to the hospital, Pinkie. We're gonna go talk to an injured pony!"

He started off down the street, but stopped after a couple feet and turned back to Pinkie.

"Um... This is embarrassing. Um, where's the hospital?"

Pinkie pointed.

"That way, Doctor!"

"Alright then! Thank you Miss Pie! Heh. Pie.. Off we go! Allons-y!"