"Ha!" Seventeen year old Pinkie Pie cried, bursting open her tower window. Gummy, her pet baby alligator, was hidden behind a flower pot and suddenly, Pinkie popped out of a bird house and faced him. "Found you!" She giggled. Gummy only blinked back at her. Pinkie sat down on the window ledge and looked at him. "What do you want to do now? We could eat cake! Or pie!" She gasped. "Or frosting!" The pony whispered.
The alligator said nothing. He blinked an eye, then the other. Pinkie knew what that meant, she had studied him long enough. "No! I like it in here and so do you." She said. Gummy only looked up. "It's not so bad in there!" She giggled, slipping back in.
"Seven am, the usual morning lineup." Pinkie sang. "Start on the chores and sweep til the floor's all clean!" She said, using her long long hair as a broom. "Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up!" Pinkie said, doing all these things in seconds. "Sweep again, and by then, it's like, seven-fifteen." She sighed.
"And so I'll read some books, or perhaps color them!" Pinkie giggled, throwing a crayon away and started to read a picture book. "I'll add a few more paintings and get in a zen!" She sang, painting the walls, being held up by her hair. "I'll jump around and smile, hope these things are worth my while, just wonder when will my life begin?" She stopped taking out cupcakes and looked to the wall above her fire place. "Then, after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking. Papier-mâché a bit of ballet and chess!" Pinkie sang. "Pottery and breaking fourth walls and I guess, more baking." She sighed. "Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress!" She giggled, Gummy now in a purple dress.
"And I'll do it all again, in ten seconds flat! Then I'll jump around, did you think I'd sit? And then
I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my mane, stuck in the same place, since I came!" Pinkie whispered. "And I'll keep wondering and wondering and wondering and wondering," Pinkie cried, bouncing around and tripped on her hair. "When will my life begin?" She sighed. The pony ran out to the window. "And tomorrow night, those lights will appear…. Just like they do on my birthday each year!" She turned to the painting she had made at the fireplace. It was of a night sky, glowing with pink lights. In a tree, Pinkie Pie sat, in the painting, her long curly mane streaming behind her. "What is it like, out there where they glow? Now that I'm older…. Mother might just, let me go…"
"Now this is… Magic! I could get used to a view like this!" Cheese Sandwich sighed. "Come on! We have work to do!" Film cried. Cheese shushed him. "Yep… I'm used to it…" He whispered.
As the Flim-Flam brothers lowered him down, Cheese realized that there were guards all around the crown, that was golden with blue jewels, but none were watching it. He grabbed the crown and a guard sneezed. "Do you have… Hay fever?" Cheese asked. "Yeah." The guard said. "But we eat hay…" The earth pony said, being pulled up. "I know! It's… Wait, what?" The guard cried, turning around.
"Can you see me in a castle? Cause, personally, I think I'm better in a bounce house." Cheese said, running with the brother out of the kingdom. "This is a crazy day!"
"This is it, Gummy." Pinkie giggled, still hadn't managed to clean up. "I'm going to ask her!" She squealed. Gummy blinked. "Thanks buddy." Pinkie sighed, kissing him. "Pinkie!" A voice called. The pony gasped and ran to the window while Gummy hid.
"Hi, mother!" Pinkie giggled, helping Trixie up after she lifted her up with her hair and into the window. "Oh! How do you manage to do that every day?" Trixie sighed. "Oh, it's nothing!" Pinkie sighed. "Then I don't see why it takes so long!" Her guardian said. Pinkie giggled then stopped. "You're kidding… Right?" She asked. "But of course." Trixie said, looking at herself. "Well, tomorrow, I'm going to throw a party and it's going to-" The unicorn interrupted her. "The great and powerful Trixie is feeling tired," Pinkie zoomed off and forced Trixie onto a pillow and threw a brush at her. She sat down in front of her guardian. She zoomed through the special song and her pink curls glowed faster and faster. Trixie gasped and brushed faster. "Pinkie!" She cried. Her daughter turned herself around and smiled. "So, mother! I told you tomorrow is a big day and you ignored me, so, tomorrow's my birthday!" She giggled. "Yes, well doesn't it happen every year?" Trixie sighed, turning to the mirror. "Well, yeah! But… What I really want for it… I've actually always wanted it-" Her mother interrupted yet again. "The great and powerful Trixie demands you to stop mumbling! It so annoying…. Then again, you talking normal always is too." She sighed. Pinkie bit her lip. "I want to see the floating lights!" Trixie turned to her. "What?" She growled. "I thought you could take me to see them! And I'd hop around and we can maybe get some fresh cupcakes, oh! We co-" Pinkie stopped once Trixie put a hoof to her mouth. "You see the stars every night." She said. Pinkie lept away and pulled away the curtain from her painting over the mantel. "These are different! Stars aren't pink! And these… They appear every year on my birthday, only on my birthday." She sighed. The pony looked up at the painting. "It's like those birthday parties I throw, but this… This is the special treat on my birthday…They're probably for me…" She whispered.