There's probably at least one person out there who needs a clarification on this: Pinkie Lancer has no relation to the MLP character, only thing they share are their first name.. They are otherwise completely different characters in every way. In comparison, Pinkie Pie is talkative and excitable, embodying a hyperactive feminine personality.. Pinkie Lancer is more tomboy, standoffish, and shy, but she also has a very snarky witty. Her time as a Smith only heightens this aspect of her character.. Also, Lancer is a redhead, which is why everyone calls her "Red"..
TWO DAYS LATER:
Pinkie is in the kitchen, still missing Carly.. Not hrelping matters is Roger coming down, for some reason, dressed as Trevor Phillips.
"Trev—Roger, are you messing with me?" Pinkie asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"What you mean? My name is Lrevor Llippips, Canadian jogger!" Roger replied, his voice a near-perfect imitation of Trevor's gravelly tone courtesy of actor Steven Ogg. Pinkie could hardly believe what she was witnessing.
"Okay, this is weird," she muttered to herself, unsure whether to laugh or roll her eyes.
"Roger, no playing dress-up at dinner," Francine interjected, walking into the kitchen with her hair impeccably styled, arms crossed and an unimpressed look on her face, as if this was just another Tuesday in the Smith household.
"It's not playing dress-up if it's educational!" Roger shot back, his expression mock-pouting. "I can share some fantastic Canadian jogging facts! Did you know that Canada has more lakes than the rest of the world combined?"
"Uh huh." Francine said, only half listening.
"Yep Canada has lots of-"
"Roger shut up! Nobody cares about America's half breed cousin!" Stan yelled angrily.
"Oh, eat shit, you left-winged douche!" Roger snapped back, feigning offense.
"Alien bitch!" Stan shot back without missing a beat, causing Roger to roll his eyes dramatically while Pinkie stifled a giggle.
"Guys, can you kill each other 'after' dinner?" Pinkie Lancer snarked, her brow raised challengingly.
"No, no, keep going! Make fun of how grey he is, Stan!" Klaus chimed in from his counter perch, wiggling his fins excitedly like he would be cheered on from a sports seat.
"See, this is what I wanted—a family," Pinkie said quietly, almost to herself, but loud enough for Francine to hear.
"That's the spirit!" Francine replied, beaming with pride.
Meanwhile with Carly, there's a similiar seen with the Townley's, everyone yelling at each other as Carly sat quietly, showing just how similiar the families both are. Michael calling his son a "lazy troll smoking pot all day", Jimmy retorting that Michael makes bad movies.
Amanda is just rambling on about yoga and stuff.