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Characters: Pinkie Pie, likely the mirrored Mads, anyone on the SoL
Content: Pinkie arrives in space once more, with a plan and a party cannon.
Location: Satellite of Love
Time of Day: Evening
Warnings: None...?

The ride up into space had been the. Best. Possible. THING!

Sure, the takeoff had been a little bouncy, but Pinkie liked bouncy! She was just sorry there wasn't a window in her little hiding spot. Obviously there couldn't have been, or else the whole secret part of the mission would've been over pretty fast, but she'd have liked to see what it was like flying into space. She'd never even really been able to see Earth itself up close!

At least she got to content herself with playing Super Secret Spy Mission. Only this time she wasn't playing - she kinda was a Super Secret Spy! One with a Super Secret Machine, even! And her party cannon. That machine wasn't a secret; she was pretty sure everyone knew about it already. The mare curled up in her little space, one hoof idly playing with the cannon's fuse as they drifted, until a series of bumps and noises made her prick her ears. Oooh, had they gotten to the Satellite already? "Okay, Mini-Cannon," she whispered, puling it around to face the door and crouching beside it like a cat about to pounce. "Get ready!"

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It was pretty hard to ignore the incoming "present" from Deep 13, even if Frank was currently engrossed in making a new lemur puppet. As such, as soon as it arrived, Frank wandered down to the launch deck to see what it was...likely it would be something very unpleasant. Such gifts from all those crazies in Deep 13 always were.

But if that was the case, then it would probably be better for him to get the brunt of it first. Dr. F would certainly appreciate his willingness to volunteer for awful experiments first, and maybe even carry him into the theater again!

He approached the smoking device cautiously, wishing he'd brought his trusty poking stick to poke at it. "Well this sure is...a big metal...thingiemajigger!"

Pinkie waited in the darkness with bated breath. You couldn't just spring a surprise party any old time. It had to be perfect.

...though, of course, that usually worked better when you sent somepony to bring the special guest into the party. Really, as parties went, this could've been a little better planned. So when Pinkie heard Frank's voice, even though she didn't really know if Dr. Forrester or anyone else was there, she figured that was good enough.

"SURPRIIIIIIIIISE!" The door to the compartment burst open with a burst of confetti and pony. "Frank! Hi, Frank! Guess what! We snuck me up to the Satellite and I brought a care package and a big cake AND a party cannon just for you!" Bracing her hooves, she leapt out and flung her forelegs around Frank's neck with a squeal of glee. "Isn't this AWESOME? We're gonna have the best party in the history of EVER!"

Frank ventured a little closer, expecting some kind of ticking noise to come from it. What he got instead was even more shocking.

He yelled in surprise as the pink pony suddenly burst out of the compartment, throwing confetti and sparkles everywhere. Frank didn't even have time to dodge before the ponyterror pretty much latched around his neck. He proceeded to start running around and screaming as if a facehugger had just attached itself to him.

"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaahhhhh!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Pinkie flung her forehooves into the air, enjoying the ride. Unfortunately, this caused her to slide down a little, until she caught herself by wrapping her hind legs around his middle. "I KNOW, RIGHT? BEST THING EVER! Hey, hey, where's Dr. F at? He's totally gotta get in on this!" She would've jumped down to go look for him herself, but Frank seemed to be having so much fun with the ponyback ride!

It became a lot more difficult for Frank to run around in circles as Pinkie slid down to his middle, but that didn't stop him from trying. Why was the scary, mean pony going on about parties and best things ever? All he was certain of was that he was going to get a razor blade cupcake in the face at any moment now.

"No! SCARIEST THING ever! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Mommyyyyyyyy! DON'T LOOK AT MEEE!"

Pinkie blinked, frowning a little as the light bulb finally went off over her head. Reaching up, she plucked it from out of her mane, tossed it over her shoulder, and then inched her way up to carefully pet Frank's head. "Awwwwww, Franky, noooooo! We talked about this, 'member? I'm not a mean old Meanie-Pie!"

She finally dropped away from him, hopping back over to the capsule to rummage around in it. "Look, I even brought up your care package, see?" Grinning, she dragged out a small festively-wrapped box, the red ribbon clamped between her teeth. "I put most of the cake mix in the cannon, but there's still some cupcakes in here! And milk! And little whistly-spinny party favor things!"

"AAAAAAAHHHH--ohhh, I guess you did stop being Meanie-Pie, huh?"

Frank stopped his running and flailing long enough to realize that this Pinkie was being a lot nicer than normal. Having her finally let go gave him a lot more room to stagger around and regain his sense of balance. "But sheesh...don't do that!"

He ventured a little closer when Pinkie brought out a box. It was so nicely wrapped! And smelled like cupcakes! All that fright started to vanish at the thought of sweet treats. Those were hard enough to get up here.

"Ooooooh! Can I have one?"

"Sure! Here you go!" Pinkie flicked her head, tossing the box to Frank, then turned and jumped back into the compartment. A second later she re-emerged, shoving the party cannon out ahead of her to tumble to the ground with a small crash. "And here's the mini party cannon! We're gonna use it to set up the party super-duper fast! And you guys can just keep it after, I've got lots more!"

She ducked down again and brought out the machine thingy. "And here's this! We've gotta hook this into the main power grid eventually, so we can go back to our right universe. But we can worry about that later!"

"Woooow! That all sounds super-duper! I love happy parties. Thank you, Not-Meanie Pie!"

Frank took up a scrumptious-looking cupcake, and prepared to take a bite out of it.

It was then that Dr. F finally wandered down to the launch deck to see what all of the ruckus was about. And the first thing he happened to see was Frank about to take a bite of a mysterious cupcake, with that mean pony that sent them baked bads nearby! Frank was obviously falling for one of their traps again!

Dr. F launched himself towards his riffing partner in an overly dramatic fashion, hand outstretched. "FRANK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

--And then attempted to swat the cupcake out of Frank's hand upon reaching him.

"You're welcome, Frank!"

Pinkie set Gypsy's ion-thingy down by the party cannon and beamed. At least, until Doctor Forrester came in.

"FRANK'S CUPCAKE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Pinkie launched herself forward in turn as the cupcake flew, flipping in midair to catch it in her forehooves. She slid a few more feet on her back against the metal floor, before slowly coming to a halt. The mare sat up quickly, holding the pastry up to her face and squinting critically at it. "I thiiiiiiiink...

...YES! IT'S OKAY! IT PULLED THROUGH!" She popped up onto her hind legs, hoofpumping in the air. "Wow-wee, that was a close one! You don't ever wanna get cream cheese frosting on these floors, it tastes all metallic and weird after!"

Both the Mirrored Mads watched in amazement as Pinkie made an incredible dive for the cupcake, and managed to catch it seconds before it touched the ground. That was such a spectacular save that Frank practically forgot that it got snatched out of his hand in the first place, and Dr. F forgot why this baked bad was supposed to be so bad.

"No kidding! You get anything cream-based on these floors, and it's never the same again, no sir!" Frank said as if he knew exactly what Pinkie was supposed to be talking about.

"Oh, is that so? Well that's a relief," Dr. F agreed. And then he stopped to think about this some more. "...Wait um. Why are we relieved again?"

"Because the cupcake's okay, silly!" Pinkie bounced back over to the pair, shoving Frank's cupcake into his mouth before holding up the care package for Dr. F to inspect. "I brought you guys your care package, see? AND we're gonna have a party! I've never been on THIS Satellite before, but we always set ours up in the cafeteria! Is that still this way?" She didn't know where things normally were in Deep 13, so she figured this Satellite might be different - it could even be mirrored!

The mare turned and retrieved the party cannon, pushing it ahead of her with Gypsy's machine carefully balanced on its barrel. "And we've gotta get this thingy some power! I figured you'd probably know where that is, Dr. F!"

“Mmf! ‘Sgood!” Frank said around a mouthful of cupcake. If it was poisoned, well, that would have to be a risk for later. Because right now, this was a delicious cupcake. “Yewshedhiffum, Dorffirfururshr!”

Dr. F seemed to have forgotten all about the worries of potential sabotage or bad experiments from the Deep 13 evil people in light of the idea of a care package and a party. “Ahh yes, on this Satellite we have many of the same things as you do! Your...cafeteria deck! Your...recreational facilities! Your...automatic pillow-fluffers of Zorgron Five!” The good doctor seemed terribly pleased about getting to explain these technical differences to the new arrival. “So, yes, it is still this way.”

Unfortunately, Dr. F also didn’t seem quite as science-knowledgeable in this universe as he was in his normal one. Or at least as knowledgeable on where everything was. “Well, I have soooome idea of where a big power-thingy is...”

Pinkie stopped and gasped. "You have automatic pillow-fluffers? Ohmygosh, I wanna try one! C'mon, c'mon, we can stop on the way!"

She vaulted over the cannon, tugging it along by its string as she broke into a full-fledged gallop down the corridor. "That's okay!" she called back over her shoulder. "We'll just stick it in places with wires until it starts lighting up!"

Frank seemed awful excited now, what with both the promise of cupcakes and parties, and getting show off the automatic pillow-fluffers. He finished off the rest of his cupcake, and ducked inside one of the rooms to retrieve one of the strange contraptions. “Here is one! Although maybe it needs new batteries!” He was already thinking about more of those cupcakes, too. It’d been way too long since they’d gotten any baked goods. “Got any more of those yummy-nummies?”

“Well, there’s wires sticking out of this one socket on the cafeteria deck...but I don’t think that’s exactly what you’re looking for!” Dr. F mused. Come to think of it, there were a whole lot of wires sticking out of places here. Maybe they should get a contractor up here sometime to look at that stuff and make sure it was safe.

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