Twilight trotted down the streets, her mane and tail bouncing gleefully. The sun shined through the clouds, and all of Ponyville seemed to be out and about enjoying the weather. Spike rode on her back holding a checklist in one claw and a quill in the other.

“Okay,” said Spike. “We got quills.”

“Check,” responded Twilight and Spike scratched check mark onto the paper.

“And we spoke to Cheerilee about getting chalk.”

“Check.” Spike made another check mark.

“So that just leaves...” His voice trailed off as he read the list. Rolling his eyes, he said: “Get more owl food.”

“Check. I mean, right,” Twilight giggled.

“Uh huh,” Spike said slowly. “So, where are we gonna get owl food?”

“There's a place—” Twilight was interrupted by a sudden hissing from behind her.

“Twilight!”

Twilight spun around. Her and Spike's heads swiveled as they searched for the source of the voice.

“Up here.”

They craned their necks, looking up to the second story window where Pinkie Pie was hiding—just barely—behind the curtains.

“Pinkie?” said Twilight as she tilted her head to the side.

Pinkie inched out from behind the curtain and whispered down to them: “I need you. You have to come up here right now.”

Twilight glanced over her shoulder at Spike; he shrugged. She rolled her eyes then trotted up to the door. They stepped inside and headed upstairs. In the room furthest from them, they found Pinkie backed against a corner. Twilight's lips pursed, and her eyebrows rose. “Pinkie, what are you doing?”

Pinkie pointed to the door across from them. “There's something under the sink. I keep hearing scratching sounds coming from it,” she said, holding the curtain up to cover her face.

Twilight sighed. “I'm sure it's nothing,” she said plainly. “I'll show you.” Spike hopped off her back, and she approached the door slowly. Her horn began to glow as she turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. Inside she could see a sink with a cupboard below it. She stepped inside and leaned her head down so that it was level with the cupboard.

“See,” she said, nodding her head towards the cupboard. “Nothin—”

She was interrupted by the sound of something scratching the wood. She jumped back, hitting her head against the edge of the sink. Twilight rubbed her head as she said: “What in Celestia's name was that?”

Pinkie, curtains still covering all of her face, responded: “I told you.”

Twilight backed away slowly. “Okay, we need a plan.”



Several minutes later, Spike, Twilight, and Pinkie stood in a semi-circle around the cupboard. Each of them clutched a different weapon. Twilight raised her frying pan high as Spike readied his tennis racket and Pinkie's grip tightened around her oven mitt.

“Ready?” Twilight said, looking around the group. They nodded. She nodded back, and her horn began to glow. “One, two, three!” As she shouted “three”, she threw open the cupboard doors. A tiny green alligator tumbled out onto the tiled floor.

“There you are Gummy! I was wondering where you went,” Pinkie giggled cheerfully. She scooped Gummy up and placed him on her head. Humming to herself, she bounced away.

Twilight's jaw dropped. Still holding the frying pan, she turned to Spike; he shrugged his shoulders. She tossed the frying pan aside and lifted Spike onto her back. “Come on,” she said. “Let's go get that owl food.”