I’m sitting down reading a book in the library. I turn the page and a bat flies out of the book!

“Holy crap!” I watch the bat leap into the air and then flutter to the ground, unmoving. I look closer... it’s just a piece of paper with a drawing of a bat on it! I hear a laugh from outside the library window.

“Hah, gotcha, Anthony!”

I chuckle. “Good one Dash, but don’t think you’ve won.”

Faking a gasp of horror, she flies off into the sky. I chase her outside, and I hear a *click* at my feet.

Huh? Suddenly have a pie in my face. I hear Pinkie giggling from behind a tree. “You have not won either Pink- ooooh, banana cream.”

Pinkie replies with a quick “You’re welcome!” and runs off.

For the past two months, Pinkie, Rainbow, and I have been participating in a three-way prank war. It started when Pinkie and I poured grape juice all over Rainbow Dash’s cloud house. Even though Pinkie didn’t get the “Purple rain” joke, it was still hilarious. Because of that, sometimes one of us works with another to set up a big prank for the third.

We are certainly enjoying ourselves, but unfortunately, there have been some “misfires” and “unintended victims”. Occasionally, a prank is set up, but it has a malfunction or is accidentally triggered by a random pony, leading to someone other than the intended target being affected. In other words, we screw up and hit innocent bystanders.

It’s all in good fun, but there are still times when one is not in the mood to be pranked, especially if they are not part of the war. This has led to us getting in a lot of trouble. Last week, Mrs. Cake came home before Pinkie did and ended up with a bucket of porridge on her head. Boy, she was soooo mad, I had to avoid her for the next two days.

I had the perfect idea to get Rainbow Dash back, but I needed some help. I checked my list of ingredients.

First, I need some hydrogen peroxide. Luckily, I know where I can get it.

I head to the Ponyville dental clinic and ask for some. The mare hands me a medium sized bottle.

“Here’s your mouthwash, sir.” I grin. Mouthwash, sure, hehehehehe.

Next I need some yeast. I head over to Sugarcube Corner to see Pinkie Pie. I walk in the door.

“Heya Mrs. Cake. I’m here to see Pinkie about something.” She gives me a suspicious glance. I raise my arms. “I come in peace, I swear.”

She sighs and gestures for me to go up the stairs. I open Pinkie’s door.

“Heya Pinkie.”

“Anthony!?” She shoves something behind her back and I give her a grin. “Er, I mean, hi!”

“So Pinkie, wanna help me with something I have planned for Rainbow?”

“Sure! What are we gonna get Dashie with this time?” I kneel down and whisper my plan to her. “Oooooooooooooh, I can’t wait!”

“Great, now I’m gonna need some yeast and warm water.”

Pinkie straightens up and gives me a salute, grinning like a maniac “Okie Dokie Lokie! I’ll be right back!”

So we’re positioned under Rainbow’s house, and we have a bottle rocket ready.

“Now Pinkie, remember, we have to set the rocket off immediately after we mix the ingredients into this chamber here, got it?”

“Yep! We send this rocket straight up into Dashie’s cloud and then it fills her house with goo!”

“Alright, let’s do it.” I pour in the yeast mixture and give it a moment to settle. This is very delicate and requires precision, which is why I’m doing it. Thumbs are awesome.

I squeeze in some dish soap and use a thin stick of coal to mix it all together. Now it gets tricky.

“Alright Pinkie, safety goggles on.” We strap on our protective eyewear and I take a cup and a half of the Hydrogen Peroxide. I pour it in quickly and Spark up, using my fire powers to start the fuse.

The rocket launches into the air, but a sudden gust of wind throws the rocket off course. Uh oh. It’s heading right for Golden Oaks. Twilight steps outside and I see the rocket land at her feet.

“Twilight, run!” She looks up.

“Wha-” *FOOOMF!*

The mixture in the rocket goes off, spewing out enough sticky goop to fill an entire house. Twilight is no longer visible, trapped in the mass of  textureless white foam.

Pinkie pats me on the back. “Wow, I uh... I just remembered I need to be somewhere. Bye!” I watch Pinkie run off at a full gallop. Great.

“Anthony! What in Equestria is this stuff!?” Twilight continues yelling as she struggles to get out of the thick compound.

Twilight comes downstairs, having finally gotten all of the gunk out of her coat, mane, and tail. She gives me the evil eye every chance she gets.

"Spike. Take... a letter.” I’ve seen Twilight angry, but I’ve never seen her develop a nervous tick because of it.

Cautiously, Spike comes up to Twilight, armed with quill and parchment. Even he’s scared. Twilight begins her dictation.

“Dear Princess Celestia.

I'm going to kill Anthony if you don't get him out of my reach.

Your faithful and infuriated student,

Twilight Sparkle."

“Would saying sorry for the hundred and eighteenth time help?” I ask.

Twilight glares at me, eyes burning with silent fury. “Not in the slightest.”

Oh well, guess I’m going to be spending the next week or so in Canterlot...

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