part 4

The screen cuts to the exterior of Canterlot High, zooming in slowly, then cut to the packed cafeteria and pan across the tables. The students have sorted themselves into their own particular groups, as is often the case in a school setting like this. Up at the counter, Fluttershy picks up a tray and works her way along to pick up items; Twilight follows her lead a bit awkwardly. The former has shed her backpack.

 "I know we've just met, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something", said Twilight.

"Of course!" Exclaimed Fluttershy.

"I've decided to run for Princess of the Fall Formal, and—" Twilight tells Fluttershy, as she grabs a tray that has a hamburger on it.

This announcement scares Fluttershy so much that she drops the bowl of salad she was holding.

I got my lunch too, the same as Twilight's.

 Then cuts to Twilight, whose clothing takes the hit as a little yelp floats her way, then back to a flustered Fluttershy.

"Oh, gosh!" Fluttershy gasped.

Fluttershy looks frantically about; cut to a stack of napkins on the counter as she grabs them all.)

"Sorry, it's just… " Fluttershy apologized.

Fluttershy scrubs the mess, and says "…oh, running for Fall Formal Princess is a really bad idea".

"Why?" asked Twilight.

"Sunset Shimmer wants to be Fall Formal Princess…" said Fluttershy, then she throws the napkins away. "…and when she wants something, she gets it.

The screen cut to a close-up of her tray, with a replacement salad, being held out across the counter and zoomed out. Working the cash register on the other side is Granny Smith, who wears red apple earrings in addition to her shawl; she places an apple on the tray during the following.

"She'll make life awful for anyone who stands in her way", said Fluttershy.

The screen cut to frame all three; now Twilight gets one added to her lunch.

"Just ask the girl who ran against her for Princess of the Spring Fling", said Fluttershy, as Twilight and I follow her.

Twilight hurries to catch up as Fluttershy crosses the room.

"I have to try!" Twilight tells Fluttershy.

"Oh, I don't think you understand. You'd have to convince everyone here to vote for you instead of her", said Fluttershy.

The screen cut to a slow pan across a group of jocks—male and female—goofing around at/around a table. As Fluttershy names each successive group, the camera cuts to a table full of them and pans slowly.

"The athletes…the fashionistas…the dramas…the eco-kids…the techies…the rockers…" Fluttershy pointed out.

(Fashionistas: stylishly dressed. Dramas: reading and acting from scripts. Eco-kids: hippie types eating fruit and playing bongos. Techies: nerds, including Featherweight, reading science books and using computers. Rockers: two boys—one of them being Flash—lounging on a table and playing electric guitars as third pounds drumsticks and their friends watch and cheer.)

(Back to Twilight and Fluttershy; they stop in the middle of the floor.)

"Why's everybody separated this way?" I asked.

"Maybe it was different at your old school, but at CHS, everybody sticks to their own kind. One thing they do have in common", said Fluttershy, crossing to a free table, sitting.

Twilight and I sit on the opposite side of Fluttershy's.

"Is that they know Sunset Shimmer is gonna rule this school until we graduate", said  Fluttershy, then she glumly eats a bite of salad.

"Not if I can help it!"  Twilight confirmed

Twilight snatches the whole apple in her teeth. Fluttershy pauses in mid-chew, hopelessly perplexed, and it takes Twilight a second or two to catch on and remove the fruit from her mouth.

"So, uh… " Twilight asked nervously. "…where would I find the head of the Party Planning Committee?"

Twilight stitches a big grin across her face, catching her bottom lip in her teeth to hide her jitters. Dissolve to a close-up of a pair of closed double doors and zoom out as Twilight, and I enter from the other side, with Spike following. Pumpkins rest on the floor to one side, and a table decorated with balloons and a cornucopia is on the other.

"Fluttershy said she'd probably be in here", said Twilight.

Long shot of the entire room—the school gymnasium—on the end of this. Assorted tables and decorations have been set up around the perimeter, a disco ball hangs from the center of the ceiling, and balloons and streamers festoon the stage at one end. No one else is present at the moment, but the next voice Twilight and Spike hear tells them this is about to change.

"INCOMING!!" called Pinkie.

A hail of streamers pours down from somewhere above; biped and canine alike duck and cover as they fill the screen, liberally covering both. After this brief onslaught, they extract themselves from the multicolored fallout for a look around, and the camera cuts to Pinkie, seen from behind as she throws a handful of confetti into the air. When she turns around, her clothing from head to knees is revealed: bright pink skirt with the three familiar balloons, white blouse with a pink heart on the front and violet collar trim, sleeved blue shawl covering her shoulders, violet sash at her waist, a blue bracelet on either wrist. She proceeds to yank one of the balloons off her skirt and blow it up as Twilight walks over to her, demonstrating that the pink party planner can demolish the laws of physics no matter what form she takes.

"My name is Kanisha", I said.

"And my name is Twilight Sparkle", said Twilight.

Twilight gets no further before ducking to avoid being hit by the balloon as Pinkie swivels to face her. Recognition hits her like a ton of bricks.

"Pinkie Pie?" sasked Twilight.

(The girl with the fluffy magenta hair forgets to blow, allowing the balloon's air to blast back into her face until it has deflated. Cut to Twilight, watching with disbelief; she is thus completely unprepared for Pinkie's sudden approach from behind. She finds herself being grabbed and spun in place to stare into the blue eyes. The balloon Pinkie removed from her skirt has reappeared.)

"Are you psychic?" asked Pinkie,.

"Uh, no. I don't think so", said Twilight. "Unless, of course, that's something you can do here".

Pinkie drops her and sighs.

"Not usually", said Pinkie.

Pinkie steps away, stretches out a fresh balloon, and starts blowing as Twilight gets upright. The image of the pink face is comically distorted by the inflating rubber in front of it.

"Fluttershy said this was where I'd find the head of the Fall Formal Planning Committee", said Twilight.

(Cut to behind Pinkie on the end of this; she turns around, her bubbly demeanor instantly giving way to bitterness.)

 "Fluttershy, huh?" asked Pinkie, stretching the balloon neck.

"Don't let the whole shy thing fool you. She can be a real meanie", Pinkie warns twilight, then ties the balloon, let's it go, and floats away.

 "You two aren't friends?" I asked, pretending to be shocked.

Pinkie straightens up to face her, all happy.

"Waited a bit to get your name on the ballot, huh? Dance is the day after tomorrow", said Pinkie.

"I'm brand new here", Twilight.

"I am too", I said.

"Ooooh!" exclaimed Pinkie.

  The grin yields to a searching stare. 

"I thought you didn't look familiar", said Pinkie.

(Here she comes again, getting way too close and giving a clear shot of her footwear for the first time: white-laced boots in the same shade of blue as her sleeves, each topped by a pink bow.)

 "Though now that I'm really looking at you…" said Pinkie.

Pinkie backs off.

"…do you have a twin sister who lives in the city, has a pet dog named Spike that looks just like that one?" asked Pinkie.

On the end of this, Pinkie points off to one side and the camera cuts to a close-up of Spike, who looks up eagerly from worrying at a balloon.

"Uh, maybe?" answered Twilight, shrugging her shoulders.

"Thought so", said Pinkie.

 Pinkie pulls a clipboard out of her hair, holding it out, and says  "Anyhoo, just need to fill this out and you are officially up for the coveted Princess of the Fall Formal crown".

Three camera cuts during this line as follows. One: close-up of Twilight, her eyes fixing on the board. Two: Pinkie fishing around in her hair again. Three: Twilight, smiling as the pink hand brings out a pen. Pinkie returns the smile, but the light violet face shifts into a puzzled frown after a long, silent moment; finally she grins big and clamps her teeth on the non-business end. Pinkie's smile never falters even as Twilight racks her brain on how to use this device—but she does eventually pluck it out of her mouth and clumsily scrawl something on the clipboard. When the party planner turns it around for a look, what she sees is enough to make the board pop briefly out of her grip.

"Wow! You have really bad handwriting. It's like you never held a pen before", Pinkie noticed.

I took the clipboard, and says "I'll fix that".

"Thank you", Twilight whispered.

"No problem", I whispered back.

(The sound of an opening door interrupts the graph analysis, and the next voice—female, with a thick Southern accent—gets their attention in a hurry.)

"Somebody order a dozen cases of fizzy apple cider?" asked Applejack.

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