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The pony-drawn carriage rocked back and forth as it hit cracks and bumps within the dirt road, the four ponies riding inside shaking along with it. Bags on all but one of their heads and dressed in casual wear, their identities were unknown, save for the unbagged one. She was the VIP (Very Important Pony) these ponies had been captured trying to kidnap, and sat silently and comfortably in the front of the carriage.

Waiting for the carriage at the end of an airstrip for zeppelins was a pink mare, dressed in a navy blue jacket, sky blue button up shirt, and khakis with a brown belt upon which her hooves rested upon. Behind her were two stallions armed with cupcake cannons, ready to attack at any sign of things gone awry, and the zeppelin they were to ride back to Ponyville. Her mission was simple: Extract the VIP. And then invite the VIP to her "I Joined a Government Agency Party"!

The carriage finally made its stop at the zeppelin, the two royal guards drawing it letting themselves loose and grabbing the passengers. First came the VIP, who looked rather solemn for what was happening.

"Princess Twilight, I'm PIA."

The purple mare raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Pinkie, I already know who you are and what government sector you work for. I'm a princess."

The pink pony giggled. "Oh, I know, but it's still so exciting to get to say that!"

One of the guards walked up to Pinkie, interrupting her conversation with her friend. "She wasn't alone," he announced, the three other passenger ponies being brought out into view.

Pinkie looked them up and down, then shook her head. "Sorry, you can't bring anymore friends. The party's full. Anymore ponies and the dance floor would be all squishy and hard to dance in and stuff!"

Twilight shot the pink pony a glare. "They're not my friends." One of Pinkie's fellow agents escorted Twilight onto the zeppelin.

"Don't worry, they won't take up much space," the royal guard explained.

"Uh, well, if they're not Twilight's friends, why would I want them?"

The guard came in close to Pinkie's face, as if telling her dire information. "They were trying to grab your friend. They work for the loyal one, the masked mare."

Pinkie's expression hardened as she realized who exactly the guard was talking about. "Dash," she uttered with interest. She looked back to her other agents, "GET THEM ON BOARD! I'VE GOTTA MAKE ROOM IN THE PARTY!"

Aboard the zeppelin, Pinkie had the bagged ponies restrained with ropes, while Twilight sat in a seat near the front. "Okay everypony! The party list I have includes Twilight, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, me, Cherry Berry, Lyra, Bon Bon, Berry Punch, Derpy, Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, Golden Harvest-" One of her fellow agents bumped her in the shoulder and spun his hoof, telling her to get on with it.

"Oopsie, anyways, they list all these ponies, but only one of you!" she yelled, pointing an accusatory hoof at the bagged ponies. While they sat on their haunches, Pinkie pulled out an envelope, not accounting for the fact that they probably couldn't see it anyways. "First pony to talk gets the invite to the party!"

Pinkie started with the pony grouped to the left, pulling him aside and pinning him to a window. Unexpectedly, the window opened, bringing in a loud airflow. "WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB PRINCESS TWILIGHT!?" She waited for a reply from the silent pony, and when she received none, she held the invitation in front of the pony, waving it in his face.

After still receiving no response, she set the stallion aside and shook her head. "HE'S GONNA MISS OUT! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?" The next pony was brought over to Pinkie, who received the same window treatment. "TELL ME ABOUT DASH! WHY DOES SHE WEAR THE MASK?" Despite the tempting offer for a party invite, the pony remained quiet. "A LOT OF LOYALTY FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T DASHIE!"

"Or maybe he's wondering why someone would invite a pony to a party before clearing the guest list."

Pinkie slowly looked behind her, the last remaining captive pony having spoken. She closed the window and set the interrogated pony aside. "At least you can talk. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan." Pinkie approached the last bagged pony and slowly lifted the sack off the pony's head. To the pink one's shock, the face that greeted her was one she recognized: blue coat, rainbow mane, red eyes. The only thing different was the odd respirator-like mask on the pony's face.

"No one cared who I was until I put this awesome mask on my face."

Pinkie gasped before going into a tangent. "Dashie! Where've ya been? Why've you been gone so long? Why'd you put that scary mask on your face? It makes your voice sound all funny!" She gasped again, "If I pulled it off, would it hurt?"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "It'd be mildly irritating."

Pinkie scoffed. "You're a tough mare."

"For you." The zeppelin zoomed above some mountains, slight turbulence making it shake just a tad.

"Was getting on board and coming to the party part of your plan?"

"Of course! Er, well, not all of that." Unbeknownst to the party pony, a larger zeppelin was approaching her's at tremendous speed, farther above in altitude then her's. "Princess Twilight refused my offer to hang out in favor of going to your party. I'm here to find out why and what exactly she told you."

Twilight lurched from her seat, sliding her hooves through the air. "Nothing! I said NOTHING!" Dash only shot her a brief glance of disbelief. Far above Pinkie's zeppelin, the much larger one had lined itself up with her's, a hatch on the backside beginning to open up. Its presence shook the smaller zeppelin, the entire crew, save Pinkie, noticing a disturbance.

"Well congratulations! You got yourself caught and you're coming to the party no matter what!"

The zeppelin continued to shake via the larger one above. "Ma'am?" one of the agents called out.

Pinkie stopped for a moment, realizing something. "But, if that wasn't your plan, what was the next step?"

Dash looked Pinkie dead in the eye. "Crashing this zeppelin." The larger zeppelin above had rappelling ponies jump down to the windows of the zeppelin below, cupcake cannons in hand. "WITH NO CASUALTIES!" As the rainbow maned pony broke free of her restraints, the rappelling ponies broke the windows and fired cupcakes at the agents. Dash hoofed Pinkie in the face, knocking the party pony to the ground.

As Dash's tied up allies broke free to subdue any remaining PIA agents, the rappelling ponies outside secured hooks around the ropes keeping the blimp and gondola together. Once the hooks were on, the ropes were adjusted so as to begin tilting the smaller zeppellin forward, the passengers inside beginning to fall to one side. Twilight screamed as she clung onto the seat in front of her for dear life. Dash clung onto the side of a seat as PIA agents fell past her, while her mooks held onto chairs in front of them.

Having found that she could stably drop down, Dash let go of the chair and landed a couple rows below her's, looking for Twilight. Outside, the rappelling ponies had moved to the now vertically-angled backside of the gondola, and ripped open a hole inside using hooks attached to ropes from their zeppelin. As Dash traveled further down, one conscious PIA agent grabbed his trusty cookie launcher sidearm, firing at Dash. The blue pegasus took cover as her rappelling mooks came down cupcake cannons blazing, the last remaining PIA agent now effectively knocked out.

All their opposition effectively subdued, the mooks and Dash lowered themselves, a bag and a razor at their side. Unzipping the bag revealed a balloon replica of Twilight, sans some of her mane (Dash really ought to haven't bought from those cheap Shanghay merchants). Dash leaned over and hooked her hoof around Twilight's, forcing her over as one of the mooks levitated the razor near Twilight's tail.

"NO! NO, NO!" Twilight screamed as she struggled in Dash's grip. But the rainbow speedster ignored her friend's cries. The razor was brought closer until cutting through some of the purple pony's tail, a hoof shooting under the loose hair to catch it. A satisfying amount of hair collected, tape was then brought out and placed strategically onto the rest of the Twilight blow up's head, creating an effective decoy.

Their mission finished, Dash and the mooks hooked themselves to loose rappelling hooks from the zeppelin above, but Dash held her hoof out to one of her mooks. "NO! They expect one of us at the party, buddy."

The mook let go of his hook, but grinned. "Have we started the chaos?"

Dash nodded. "Yep. The chaos gets bigger." The mook watched as Dash held onto Twilight and hooked herself, adoration in his eyes. Outside, her pegasus mooks attached blades to the tips of their wings, flying through the balloon's sides and effectively deflating it. Twilight screamed in horror as the zeppelin began falling to the ground.

"Calm down, princess, now's not the time for freaking out," Dash assured her terrified friend as the pegasi came back for another round. "That's gonna come later when I show you my awesome new tricks!" The pegasi cut the ropes attaching the gondola to the balloon, sending it tumbling down into a large pond on the outskirts of Ponyville. Twilight had stopped screaming, instead only taking deep breaths. There was no way Twilight would be able to outfly Dash, so there was no choice but to go with her to hang out.

The wind around the two blew, a peaceful, sharp contrast to the chaos that had just occurred...

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The pony-drawn carriage rocked back and forth as it hit cracks and bumps within the dirt road, the four ponies riding inside shaking along with it. Bags on all but one of their heads and dressed in casual wear, their identities were unknown, save for the unbagged one. She was the VIP (Very Important Pony) these ponies had been captured trying to kidnap, and sat silently and comfortably in the front of the carriage.

Waiting for the carriage at the end of an airstrip for zeppelins was a pink mare, dressed in a navy blue jacket, sky blue button up shirt, and khakis with a brown belt upon which her hooves rested upon. Behind her were two stallions armed with cupcake cannons, ready to attack at any sign of things gone awry, and the zeppelin they were to ride back to Ponyville. Her mission was simple: Extract the VIP. And then invite the VIP to her "I Joined a Government Agency Party"!

The carriage finally made its stop at the zeppelin, the two royal guards drawing it letting themselves loose and grabbing the passengers. First came the VIP, who looked rather solemn for what was happening.

"Princess Twilight, I'm PIA."

The purple mare raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Pinkie, I already know who you are and what government sector you work for. I'm a princess."

The pink pony giggled. "Oh, I know, but it's still so exciting to get to say that!"

One of the guards walked up to Pinkie, interrupting her conversation with her friend. "She wasn't alone," he announced, the three other passenger ponies being brought out into view.

Pinkie looked them up and down, then shook her head. "Sorry, you can't bring anymore friends. The party's full. Anymore ponies and the dance floor would be all squishy and hard to dance in and stuff!"

Twilight shot the pink pony a glare. "They're not my friends." One of Pinkie's fellow agents escorted Twilight onto the zeppelin.

"Don't worry, they won't take up much space," the royal guard explained.

"Uh, well, if they're not Twilight's friends, why would I want them?"

The guard came in close to Pinkie's face, as if telling her dire information. "They were trying to grab your friend. They work for the loyal one, the masked mare."

Pinkie's expression hardened as she realized who exactly the guard was talking about. "Dash," she uttered with interest. She looked back to her other agents, "GET THEM ON BOARD! I'VE GOTTA MAKE ROOM IN THE PARTY!"

Aboard the zeppelin, Pinkie had the bagged ponies restrained with ropes, while Twilight sat in a seat near the front. "Okay everypony! The party list I have includes Twilight, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, me, Cherry Berry, Lyra, Bon Bon, Berry Punch, Derpy, Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, Golden Harvest-" One of her fellow agents bumped her in the shoulder and spun his hoof, telling her to get on with it.

"Oopsie, anyways, they list all these ponies, but only one of you!" she yelled, pointing an accusatory hoof at the bagged ponies. While they sat on their haunches, Pinkie pulled out an envelope, not accounting for the fact that they probably couldn't see it anyways. "First pony to talk gets the invite to the party!"

Pinkie started with the pony grouped to the left, pulling him aside and pinning him to a window. Unexpectedly, the window opened, bringing in a loud airflow. "WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB PRINCESS TWILIGHT!?" She waited for a reply from the silent pony, and when she received none, she held the invitation in front of the pony, waving it in his face.

After still receiving no response, she set the stallion aside and shook her head. "HE'S GONNA MISS OUT! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?" The next pony was brought over to Pinkie, who received the same window treatment. "TELL ME ABOUT DASH! WHY DOES SHE WEAR THE MASK?" Despite the tempting offer for a party invite, the pony remained quiet. "A LOT OF LOYALTY FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T DASHIE!"

"Or maybe he's wondering why someone would invite a pony to a party before clearing the guest list."

Pinkie slowly looked behind her, the last remaining captive pony having spoken. She closed the window and set the interrogated pony aside. "At least you can talk. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan." Pinkie approached the last bagged pony and slowly lifted the sack off the pony's head. To the pink one's shock, the face that greeted her was one she recognized: blue coat, rainbow mane, red eyes. The only thing different was the odd respirator-like mask on the pony's face.

"No one cared who I was until I put this awesome mask on my face."

Pinkie gasped before going into a tangent. "Dashie! Where've ya been? Why've you been gone so long? Why'd you put that scary mask on your face? It makes your voice sound all funny!" She gasped again, "If I pulled it off, would it hurt?"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "It'd be mildly irritating."

Pinkie scoffed. "You're a tough mare."

"For you." The zeppelin zoomed above some mountains, slight turbulence making it shake just a tad.

"Was getting on board and coming to the party part of your plan?"

"Of course! Er, well, not all of that." Unbeknownst to the party pony, a larger zeppelin was approaching her's at tremendous speed, farther above in altitude then her's. "Princess Twilight refused my offer to hang out in favor of going to your party. I'm here to find out why and what exactly she told you."

Twilight lurched from her seat, sliding her hooves through the air. "Nothing! I said NOTHING!" Dash only shot her a brief glance of disbelief. Far above Pinkie's zeppelin, the much larger one had lined itself up with her's, a hatch on the backside beginning to open up. Its presence shook the smaller zeppelin, the entire crew, save Pinkie, noticing a disturbance.

"Well congratulations! You got yourself caught and you're coming to the party no matter what!"

The zeppelin continued to shake via the larger one above. "Ma'am?" one of the agents called out.

Pinkie stopped for a moment, realizing something. "But, if that wasn't your plan, what was the next step?"

Dash looked Pinkie dead in the eye. "Crashing this zeppelin." The larger zeppelin above had rappelling ponies jump down to the windows of the zeppelin below, cupcake cannons in hand. "WITH NO CASUALTIES!" As the rainbow maned pony broke free of her restraints, the rappelling ponies broke the windows and fired cupcakes at the agents. Dash hoofed Pinkie in the face, knocking the party pony to the ground.

As Dash's tied up allies broke free to subdue any remaining PIA agents, the rappelling ponies outside secured hooks around the ropes keeping the blimp and gondola together. Once the hooks were on, the ropes were adjusted so as to begin tilting the smaller zeppellin forward, the passengers inside beginning to fall to one side. Twilight screamed as she clung onto the seat in front of her for dear life. Dash clung onto the side of a seat as PIA agents fell past her, while her mooks held onto chairs in front of them.

Having found that she could stably drop down, Dash let go of the chair and landed a couple rows below her's, looking for Twilight. Outside, the rappelling ponies had moved to the now vertically-angled backside of the gondola, and ripped open a hole inside using hooks attached to ropes from their zeppelin. As Dash traveled further down, one conscious PIA agent grabbed his trusty cookie launcher sidearm, firing at Dash. The blue pegasus took cover as her rappelling mooks came down cupcake cannons blazing, the last remaining PIA agent now effectively knocked out.

All their opposition effectively subdued, the mooks and Dash lowered themselves, a bag and a razor at their side. Unzipping the bag revealed a balloon replica of Twilight, sans some of her mane (Dash really ought to haven't bought from those cheap Shanghay merchants). Dash leaned over and hooked her hoof around Twilight's, forcing her over as one of the mooks levitated the razor near Twilight's tail.

"NO! NO, NO!" Twilight screamed as she struggled in Dash's grip. But the rainbow speedster ignored her friend's cries. The razor was brought closer until cutting through some of the purple pony's tail, a hoof shooting under the loose hair to catch it. A satisfying amount of hair collected, tape was then brought out and placed strategically onto the rest of the Twilight blow up's head, creating an effective decoy.

Their mission finished, Dash and the mooks hooked themselves to loose rappelling hooks from the zeppelin above, but Dash held her hoof out to one of her mooks. "NO! They expect one of us at the party, buddy."

The mook let go of his hook, but grinned. "Have we started the chaos?"

Dash nodded. "Yep. The chaos gets bigger." The mook watched as Dash held onto Twilight and hooked herself, adoration in his eyes. Outside, her pegasus mooks attached blades to the tips of their wings, flying through the balloon's sides and effectively deflating it. Twilight screamed in horror as the zeppelin began falling to the ground.

"Calm down, princess, now's not the time for freaking out," Dash assured her terrified friend as the pegasi came back for another round. "That's gonna come later when I show you my awesome new tricks!" The pegasi cut the ropes attaching the gondola to the balloon, sending it tumbling down into a large pond on the outskirts of Ponyville. Twilight had stopped screaming, instead only taking deep breaths. There was no way Twilight would be able to outfly Dash, so there was no choice but to go with her to hang out.

The wind around the two blew, a peaceful, sharp contrast to the chaos that had just occurred...