Flutter Shy had worked all night on the poster advertising the horrific freak baby that Twilight had aptly named Mongo-Lloyd, despite its gender still being a mystery. The hideous half-dragon-half-pony drooled and grunted inside its little cage, emitting visible gasses from randomly placed holes on its body, which smelt of spoiled sausage and over-priced cheese. Spike enjoyed poking it with a pointy stick, because Twilight's new-found love for the roadshow business had given the purple childslave too much spare time.

Twilight had great hopes for their first show, and antisipated buttloads of steamy cash to fly her way, as result this instant cultural phenomenon that would spread in popularity across the lands.

At last the sun was setting in and the show could begin.