*Note, they are ponified*

"Look here, are three little ponies," MiRR sang, wearing ridiculous punk makeup, pointing a stolen camera at the Cutie Mark Catastrophes.
"Ready to sing for this crowd
Listen up 'cause here's our story
I'm gonna sing it,"

"Very loud!" Zin and GiGi cried.

"When you're a younger pony,"

MiRR sang dramatically, while Zin did a weird and terrible dance on her PAK legs.
"And your flank is very bare
Feels like the sun will never come
When your cutie mark's not there," He sang, pointing to GiGi, who was wearing a sun costume and flying above his head.
"So the three of us fight the fight," Zin kicked out with her mechanical legs, flicking GiGi offstage.
"There is nothing that we fear," F-Zin popped out from behind a curtain, looking for something. A frightened Dipperpeeked from behind Zin, who was doing a horrible "robot" dance. F-zin let out a battle cry and lunged for him, making him yelp and tear down another curtain, revealing GiGi struggling to get out of her sun costume.
"We'll have to figure out what we'll do next
'til our cutie marks are here!" MiRR continued, oblivious to Dipper's screams as he bolted from the stage, F-Zin following close behind.

"We are the Cutie Mark Catastrophes,

On a quest to find out who we are
And we will never stop the journey
Not until we have our cutie marks!" The CMC sang together, Zin doing a spinning jump that landed on MiRR's head, while GiGi's right rocket foot went off, spewing sparks all over the stage as she zoomed around, out of control.

"They all say that you'll get your mark
When the time is really right,"

GiGi pin-wheeled offstage, a picture of a life-clock eppearing ehind MiRR and Zin.
"And you know just what you're supposed to do
And your talent comes to light," MiRR threw Zin off his back and slid into a spotlight held by GiGi.
"But it's not as easy as it sounds
And that waiting's hard to do
So we test our talents everywhere
Until our face is blue," Zin, who had been holding her breath for some time, popped in front of the little SIR, her face a pale blue. She gasped, swayed, then fainted onto a background curtain,

"We are the Cutie Mark Catastrophes,
On a quest to find out who we are
And we will never stop the journey
Not until we have our cutie marks,"

The CMC sang, GiGi zooming to stop the curtain from falling on the limp Zin. She struggled under the weight, her rocket feet sparking under the pressure.

"We are the Cutie Mark Catastrophes
On a quest to find out who we are
And we will never stop the journey
Not until we have our cutie marks"

MiRR realized what was going on and pulled Zin out of the way. GiGi crashed down with the curtain, sending props flying. When the smoke cleared, the CMC popped their heads up and beamed at the camera.

"Great take!" Nikki said, clapping her hooves. "But… uh…" She loked down awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" Zin asked nervously.

"Aheheh… I had the lens cap on." Nikki smiled sheepishly.

The CMC groaned and flopped backwards.

*Don't read if you are not Invader Twilight. There are spies everywhere...

Dear reader, who do you want to sing Pinkie's songs? GIR would be nice, but he's not exactly sane. So who would you like?

Hey... You read this, didn't you?! GUARDS! TAKE THEM TO THE DIMENSION OF PURE DOOKY! MUWAHAHAHAHA-Wait a sec, I'm getting a call...It's full? Ah come on!

You're lucky...*