"That was *snifle* beautiful!"

Pinkie sat bawling as she watched the last of Wicked being performed live in the LA area, and never had the pink mare been so moved. It reminded her of the time when she went skinny dipping in Bill Murry's jello bath with Tallahassee, and to this day she had never felt anything so damn amazing.

Without any further ado, the psychotic earth pony stood up, and proceeded to vacate the premises. However, before she could quite leave, she ran into a pair of grown women who were staring at her like a long lost relative. They were both young blondes, but that was irrelevant. All that mattered was that they stared at her pink coat and fluffy mane like it was a living spider about to take root in their little brains and slurp up their womanly juices or something. Ew.

"Is that...what I think it is?"

"Yes, Tara. That's me."

Pinkie suddenly froze in motion, staring at the pair like they'd grown a fourth head or something. What were they thinking, this isn't Diaries of a Madman, is it? No, sorry, this is Crackfic. Oh well, time to get back to Inconsequentiality. Byelo! Okay I'm back. Here we go, time for some more donuts and fluttering butterflies. Where were we?

"Oh my gosh! Is that you, Bubbles? I just saw you the other day!"

"Andrea, can you please call Nicole for us?"

"Uh, momma, is that Pinkie Pie?"

"Yes, honey, yes it is."

"Elphaba, I no longer want the Wizard. Look at that mare!!! She's so fucking hawt!"

"Shut up, Glinda! I want her! Come here, my pretty!"

"How about we share her? Threesomes, you know?"

"How utterly brilliant!"

Pinkie turned to see a duo of witches approaching her. It was creepy, one was white and the other...green. Yeah, I know what you were thinking you racist pricks! The pair of strange jackalopes drew nearer to the poor pink mare, and were about to nab her when Glinda's head flew off. Literally, it was like a volcano!

Mountain Dew sprang out of Elphaba's face a moment later, slumping over as if struck by a round from a Glocke...which it was. Andrea Libman blew the smoke out of her pistol as she stood over the dead witches' bodies. "I hate it when I have to do this," she muttered. "And I thought that Broadway was better than this, too."

Pinkie Pie looked at her counterpart with a critical eye. She'd heard of Andrea before, of course. But seeing herself face to face was like getting bitch slammed with a talking bottle of Captain Morgan's without any recompense or consideration. It was orgasm inducing, to say the least.

"You should really get back to your world, my little pony," a voice behind the pink mare commented. "You don't know what dangers will arise from this world if you remain. Heaven forbid both Johnny Depp and Peter Jackson find you! They'd make a movie with you in it called "Brokeback Mount Doom" for sure!"

Pinkie turned around only to come face to face with Nicole Oliver, the actress of Celestia. While she may not have been the best candidate for a wise decision, Pinkie couldn't help but listen. "Okay," she muttered, and then opened the fourth wall once more to leave this Celestia forsaken world behind her. As it closed, she turned around once to send Tara a blow kiss, then left everything behind.

Pinkie had returned.