Twilight lay in her bed as Celestia's sun rose up over the rooftops of Ponyville. She would normally wake up, make breakfast, and wake Spike. After that, she would plan for today's schedule. Twilight would make back-up plans in case anything went wrong even though she would be unprepared for whatever mishap may occur that day. The plan would usually involve Twilight hanging out with her friends and helping the people of Ponyville who needed it. After that, she would usually end the day with a friendship lesson to her mentor. That was the normal schedule for her a few months ago.

Recently though, her life was mostly filled with running to the next interview, public event, royal get-together and many other things of that nature. In truth, Twilight didn't know what to expect after the coronation. The next day, Celestia warned her faithful student that everything might be uncomfortable. Twilight, plucky as ever, did not take this word to heart and as a result was completely unprepared for the next day. She was rushed out of her house to the grand opening of the New Horse City Library. She barely cut through the ribbon when the camera's started flashing. After that, Twilight suddenly found herself in a radio interview on the *Howie Tern Show. Throughout that day, Twilight was tossed from one place to the next. When her day of royal duties were over, she was the exact image of exhausted.
That day was two weeks ago. The fact that she was sleeping in her own bed was a stroke of luck. The previuos day, she sat through a meeting with Mayor Mare about Ponyville trading and resources.

"Mmm..." Twilight mumbled while turning her sleep. As if on cue, she rolled into sun's ray shining through the window next to her bed. Her eyes blinked open. She smiled at the fact that she felt well-rested. Sitting up in her bed, she stretched her hooves and wings out.

"Spike?" she called through a yawn. "We overslept. Time to-" Her eyes stopped on his empty bed.

"Twi? Is that you? Are you awake?" Twilight heard from downstairs. She got out of bed, walking to the stairwell.

"Spike, where are you?" She asked walking down the stairs looking at how clean the library was. Did he get up on his own and do this?

"I'm in the kitchen," Spike answered. The air was filled with deliscious smells.
Twilight entered the kitchen and saw Spike on a stool at the stove in his Chef's Hat. "I'm making pancakes," he said flipping one in the air. Twilight stood motionless, her mouth agape in disbelief. An awkward moment past.

"You know," Spike began, turning his head to look at Twlight. "You're gonna start catching flies if you keep that up."

Twilight snapped out of her stupor and chuckled. She took a seat at the table. She noticed that the table was already set as Spike placed a plate of hot pancakes in the middle.

"Did you do this... all on your own?" Twilight asked looking around the stack of flapjacks.

"Yep!" Spike said pridefully taking a few from the top and placing it on his plate.

"I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful but..." Twilight said taking two for herself. "You should've woke me up."

"Well, I wanted you to sleep in," Spike said between mouthfulls. "You looked really tired."

Twilight smiled appreciatively at the the baby dragon. "Aww, thanks Spike."

"So, what's the plan for today?" Spike asked. Twilght stopped in mid-chew, her eyes wide open. She swallowed hard.

"Oh my gosh! I completely forgot!" Twilight bolted out of the kitchen thinking, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no. She opened the door and saw nothing except the newspaper. Panicked, she looked at the clock. 10:21 am.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed rushing back upstairs.

"What? What's wrong?" Spike asked dashing into the library searching around for Twilight.

"We're late!" Twilight cried from her room. She flew down from the stairway dressed in her princess gown.

"Late! Late for what?" Spike asked turning to her.

"I don't know, but the planner pony... what's her name? She said that a carriage would pick us up every morning at 6:10 sharp, which means-"

"Wait a minute Twilight!" Spike said trying to calm her down with no avail.

Twilight began searching through the bookshelves. "Where is it? Where is it?" she mumbled to herself.

"Twilight! Listen to me!" Spike shouted. Twilight paused and looked at him.

"No pony's been here. I should know because I've been up since 5:00 am," Spike explained.

"Did you check?" Twilight asked picking Spike up to her eye level.

"No... but-"

"Then there's no way to know, is there?!" She shouted dropping Spike to the floor. "Now can you please help me find my crown?"

"But, there has to be a reasonable explanation for this!" Spike shouted back. There was a long, awkward silence at this strange reversal of roles.

"Look, wouldn't they have knocked by no-BURP!" Spike belched as a scroll came forth. It landed in the middle of the two. It was suddenly engulfed in Twilight's hazy, purple glow as it levitated itself to her. She unwrapped it and read it aloud.

To my faithful student Twilight Sparkle,

I know that your recent agenda has been keeping you very busy and away from your friends. I must apologize for this because I know you were a little overwhelmed at the relentless tasks presented before you and how it gravely interfered with the time you normally spend with your friends, but I cannot say how proud I am of you not backing down from it. You have proven that everything I said about you was right. Thank you, and from here on out your unusual schedule no longer applies.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia

"See? What did I tell you?" Spike said triumphantly. Twilight shifted her gaze to Spike and sighed in relief.

"I guess so," she admitted smiling. The letter was rolled up into a scroll and placed it on a bookshelf nearby.

"So...?" Spike said leaning toward Twilight with a claw held to the side of his head.

"Ugh,"Twilight grumbled. "You were right, I should've listened to you."

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some pancakes to finish," the egotistical reptile stated before strutting to the kitchen. Twilight rolled her eyes and trotted upstairs to change out of her princess gown.

She then went to the door to retrieve the newspaper or herself. She opened the door using her magic and levitated it inside. Only after closing the door did the front page catch her eye. She stopped and after a moment called for Spike.

The once great hero of Ponyville has been accused with the crime of terrorism. How did this all transpire? Simply put, in one night. At 12:00 am today, a supposed bombing took place at The First National Bank of Equestria in Manehatten. Two eyewittness who wish to to remain anonymous described it to me.

"It was as if Celestia's sun had been there..."

"It was loud enough to wake me, and I was 100 blocks away."
Thankfully, nopony was injured and fire damage was kept to a minimum. When asking the police investigators about this, most of their responses were, "No comment." I did however managed to get the police chief to give a statement.

"...we do have reason to believe that this was the work of the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well..." -Police Chief of Investigations

For those of you who do not know of this Mare-Do-Well, it was the accepted hero of the small town of Ponyville. The feats of this enigma are far from small however. Many ponies have claimed impossible feats of greatness, ranging from superstrength to great amounts of magic that is on par with the raising and setting of the sun and moon. Going back to the statement, I was at first confused. Why would a hero suddenly resort to crime?

Apparently, the police have been tracking this alleged hero for at least half a year and are still uncertain for the motives of it. The crimes of this villainous vigilante begin with prohibited vigilante justice, continuing to assualt, resisting arrest, and finally adding terrorism to the list. Whatever the reason may be, it certainly N'er-do-well us any good. -Paton Pendeng

The newspaper article rested where the stack of pancakes were. For the first few moments, Twilight nor Spike said anything unsure of how to accept this. Twilight's eyes just kept re-reading the headline, hoping that she misinterpereted it somehow.

"Well," Spike said looking away and scratching the back of his head. "What if-"

"No!" Twilight shouted angrily athim. She knew what he was going to say, but she didn't want to hear it. Her mind was abuzz with thoughts. Eventually, she came to one conclusion.

"We're going to Manehattan," she said with authority, striding out of the room.

"Aww, come on Twilight!" Spike protested with great complacency. "Can't we just let this one go?"

"No, Spike." Twilght's saddlebags floated down, which then were loaded with books, papers, and quills. "We have to. What if one of our friends is falsely accused?"

"The police can figure it out!" Spike was now grabbing books from Twilight's stream of magic in an attempt to impede her. "Please? We just got home!"

"I know," Twilight responded as the books were torn from the reptilian claws. "If we don't though, the consequences might be disasterous. What would you do if Rarity went to prison?"

"B-but where do start? We don't know anything, Twilight!" Spike pleaded in a desperate attempt.

"We know that the bank was destroyed, so that's a good place as any." Twilight started toward the door. She did feel a sense of duty and a need to protect her friends, but she also felt excited for the challenge.

"Fine," Spike sighed in defeat leaping onto the lavander mare's back.

"C'mon spike. I've read dozens and dozens of mystery novels," She said walking through the door. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"Famous last words," Spike mumbled begrudgingly.

Author's Notes:

*Based on "The Howard Stern Show"

Thank you for reading. This is my first MLP:FiM fanfic, so i'd appreciate some feedback (Criticisms welcome!).