The sun shone through the window of the bedroom, waking Pinkie up with a quiet yawn.

Last night had been the most satisfying night of her life, and waking up next to Travis made it all the better. With only one assassin left to defeat, he was almost out of her life for good, and this was an experience she would never forget.

The feel of his body rubbing next to her's (and for the last sixty minutes of it, inside of her's) was something that she would carry with her for all time. She smiled contently and reached over to feel for Travis.

What she found instead was something much smaller in his place.

Pinkie became confused when the small object began to purr, and she opened her eyes to find Jeanne lying where Travis would normally sleep. She guessed that Jeanne was there because the thugs she was watching were taken away at some point, but where was Travis? Then, she noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand, and found it to be a note left by Travis after she picked it up. She read it as she scratched Jeanne's tummy.

'Had to leave early for work today. Feel free to raid the pantry and make yourself at home. See you at noon for your combat lessons.'

That was all the note said.

Pinkie felt a little miffed that Travis conveyed this through a note instead of face to face, but at least he promised to meet her at noon for combat lessons. If the session turned out to be intense enough, it may even become something even more exciting.

Pinkie giggled at the thought and decided to look at the clock. She had about an hour before she had to get to work at the bakery. She got dressed before she stepped outside to take care of her first order of business: find which cabin was the bathroom and take a shower.

Pinkie walked to cabin after cabin, trying to remember which one was the bathroom. She did find that the thugs from last night were all gone, and the only evidence of them ever being there was the streak of blood and a few red paw prints.

After the fourth attempt, she heard a new sound. There was water running somewhere, and she followed the sounds to a nearby cabin. Opening the door, she finally found the bathroom, and the shower was occupied.

It seemed Pinkie was in luck, because there'd be only one stallion showering there, and he'd be delighted to have her join him.

Pinkie shuffled off her clothes and put on her best seductive face as she walked over to the shower. She put one hoof on the shower rod, and another hoof on her hip, as she tried to make her presentation as appealing as possible when she revealed her surprise arrival. With one fluid motion, she slid her hoof across the rod to pull the curtain back by the rings that held it up.

Her set up had worked. The pony showering was indeed surprised, but Pinkie herself yelled and nearly fell over backwards when she pulled the curtain back.

Shinobu stared blankly at the sudden arrival as she stood in the shower, but it wasn't long before she spoke, "I know that you ponies have no problem being naked in public and all, but it's kind of a human custom to have privacy while showering." She then pulled the curtain shut.

Less than a second later, the curtain was yanked open by Pinkie.

"What are you doing here," she demanded to know. It was only last night that Shinobu nearly killed Dash and was going to start killing the other Bearers as well, so she wanted to know what was this all about.

"Is this a trick question? I'm taking a shower," was all Shinobu said as she yanked the curtain closed again.

The curtain was yanked back open.

"You know what I mean, you coltfriend stealing home wrecker," Pinkie said accusingly. This was not true, as no coltfriends had been stolen and no homes had been wrecked, but Pinkie wasn't exactly feeling rational at the sight of Shinobu at Travis's house.

"Simple: I don't have anywhere to live, so Travis said I could stay here," and Shinobu pulled the curtain shut again.

"HE WHAT," Pinkie shouted as she yanked the curtain open again. It drove her insane the way she hugged him last night, but now she was going to be living with him!? It was enough to put her in a strait jacket.

"You got a problem, Pinkie," Shinobu asked, as she gradually grew more irritated every time the curtain was pulled back. "If you do, take it up with Travis. He'll tell you the same thing I did."

And the curtain was pulled closed one final time before Pinkie left to make her breakfast. She decided that she would get a shower at her place later.

The kitchen looked like it had been cleaned up last night, but there was still evidence of the scuffle that happened there. Most evident was that the table had been crudely duct taped back together in a shoddy effort to repair it.

Pinkie helped herself to the pizza that Travis always had lying around, and was shortly joined in her breakfast by Jeanne, who was delighted to see that her Travis had kept his promise to feed her a whole can of food. Jeanne had trained him well indeed.

"Has this ever happened to you, Jeannie," Pinkie asked her feline company, "Did you ever know a tom who invited another molly to live with him, even though the two of you were dating, and it drove you completely bonkers?"

Jeanne answered with a trill and a grunt.

Her answer made Pinkie sigh, "You're right. I guess it doesn't happen to a lot of ponies. Or kitties. What should I do?"

Jeanne made no sounds as she continued to eat her breakfast.

"Please! I need to have something to go off of! Short of killing her, that is," Pinkie begged the tabby.

Jeanne made noises that almost sounded like 'num num num num num,' as she ate.

That answer made Pinkie sit back and cross her forehooves.

"Fine, be that way. I'll just figure something out on my own. I don't see any reason why I should be as crazy as you!" Said the pony talking to a cat. And she went back to eating her pizza.

Halfway through breakfast, something happened that made Jeanne jump across the room. In a burst of green embers, a letter appeared in front of Pinkie, from Twilight no doubt.

It was very concise, all it said was to meet at her house at eight-thirty.

A simple request. No problems. She finished her pizza and began her walk to the library.

Along the way, she was joined by Shinobu, who started walking next to her side-by-side.

Pinkie eyed her suspiciously, ready to pummel her if she tried anything funny.

"Are you heading to town too," Pinkie asked her unwelcome companion.

"Yeah. There's somewhere I have to be. No big deal, just a thing I have to do," came Shinobu's answer.

Her answer revealed nothing about what she had to do, but Pinkie didn't care at all what she was doing. It was more of a way to strike up a conversation in an attempt to attempt to be friendly.

Pinkie picked up her pace a bit to walk ahead of Shinobu.

Shinobu wasn't about to be left in the dust. Like Pinkie, she wanted to make this walk as un-awkward as possible, so she decided to match Pinkie's pace to see if she could try and relate to the mare.

But no topics came to her. Instead of talking to Pinkie, she started walking faster ahead of her.

Pinkie couldn't help but feel like that she'd been snubbed by Shinobu and picked up her pace some more, pulling ahead and leaving Shinobu behind her.

Then Shinobu passed her on the road.

This continued on and on until the two mares started sprinting down the road, racing each other through town.

The peaceful, early morning routines of the ponies in town were interrupted by the racing mares who created all manners of chaos in their steps.

Pinkie diverged from Shinobu to take her own route to her destination. She had a full head of steam going, and couldn't stop herself from running.

She zipped by Mrs. Cake, who was taking the twins out for a morning stroll, and greeted them with a happy, "Hi, babies!" She zipped by the candy shop, snatched a few chocolates as she dropped her bits in the pocket of the mare who was setting them up in their display stands and ran back to her precious twins, gave them the chocolate, and continued her mad dash to the library, all without stopping.

The library came into sight, and tried to slow down, but her momentum couldn't be stopped. She had become an unstoppable juggernaut, and the door stood no chance against her charge.

As Pinkie broke through the door, she could see that all of her friends were present as well. Along with that, somepony else broke through the window at the far end of the room at the same time she burst through the door.

"Made it," Pinkie shouted, at the same time as the other pony who came through the window.

This other pony turned out to be Shinobu, who looked at Pinkie as she looked back, both of them equally confused.

"What are you doing here," Pinkie asked the pegasus she had been trying to outrun.

"I got this note saying I should be here at eight-thirty. What about you? Same," Shinobu said as she presented a piece of paper with Spike's hoofwriting on it.

"You all got the same note," Twilight said, effectively clearing up what was sure to be any confusion that would ensue. "I called you all here because I have something that I want to announce.

"Whatever could it be, Twilight," Rarity asked, "It's not anything serious, is it?"

"No, it's nothing serious. Actually, it's the complete opposite," Twilight assured Rarity.

"I can't wait to hear it," Fluttershy chimed in with a cheerful smile, "It would be so nice to have good news after what happened last night."

"Let's have it, Twi," Rainbow Dash said, eager to hear the good news.

Twilight cleared her throat before she began, "As you know, last night wasn't the most pleasant experience we've had."

That was true, as Dash and Applejack both groaned over their injuries. Applejack's leg had been bandaged, and Dash was so messed up that she couldn't fly home and had to spend the night with Fluttershy.

Dash had to admit that the stay there was enjoyable the way Fluttershy kept massaging her, though she didn't enjoy it the same way that Fluttershy did *ahem*.

Twilight continued her explanation.

"However, after speaking with the princesses, I think I've found the solution to help absolve this situation. It's something that I think will make everypony happy."

Twilight paused for only a second, and her friends in the room all grew more and more anxious to hear what she had to say.

Pinkie was literally bouncing up and down with anticipation.

"Shinobu's decided that she wants to be a part of our group."

"WHAT!?!?"

Nopony in the room could believe what they heard.

In all honesty, Shinobu didn't feel at all comfortable with the idea either. But after her talk with Twilight last night, she decided that it beat jail time or banishment.

"Surprise," Shinobu said, hoping to lighten the mood in the room.

But nothing could have been done do help at that moment. All Shinobu got were glares from five very irate ponies. Even the normally passive Fluttershy was sending her a death stare. But none of them could compare to the looks that Applejack and Rainbow Dash were sending her, as both mares were still holding grudges over the injuries they'd sustained.

"So, in order for everypony to get better acquainted with our new friend: she's going to spend a small part of the day with each one of us," Twilight finished up. She knew for a fact that none of her friends would ever go for an idea like this, but she had to at least try.

"Alright. But she ain't workin' with me first," Applejack said. Her reluctant acceptance of the proposal sparked a chain reaction, and the others grudgingly agreed as well.

"I'm not ready to forgive her either, so she can keep away from Fluttershy's place," Dash said after Applejack finished. And even though she said nothing, Fluttershy agreed with Dash.

"Okay," Twilight said as she picked the next friend to accompany Shinobu, "Rarity?"

"No."

That was all that Rarity had to say to make her stance perfectly clear.

There was only left one pony for her to be with for the day.

Everypony in the room looked right at Pinkie.

Pinkie's gazed zipped between all of her friends as she comprehended what had been silently decided by all of them.

"No! Nonononono, nooooooo," Pinkie said as she waved her hooves in front of her.

"I'm so sorry, darling, but it seems that you've drawn the short straw on this," Rarity said sympathetically.

Pinkie couldn't believe her rotten luck. Now she had to spend even more time with Shinobu!? It was an outrage! The day already started out bad, but now it was very quickly spiraling downward.

"Okay, so have fun you two," Twilight said as she pushed them both out the door so that they could get to their friendly bonding as quickly and with as little say in the matter as possible. The way Twilight saw it, the fewer protests, the better.

Once outside, Shinobu decided that she'd better break the ice. She decided to start by asking what Pinkie wanted to do.

"So, what do you--"

Her question was cut off by an obnoxiously loud party horn being blown so hard that it made her mane blow backwards. This was followed by the great granddaddy of all party poppers being popped right in her face, covering her with streamers and making an annoying ringing sound in her ears.

"Welcome to Ponyville. There's your party. Now you can try and be my friend by helping me at work today," Pinkie said, but she had none of her bounce in her voice. Though she still had it in her step, as she merrily bounced to work with Shinobu in tow.

They entered the gingerbread building and found Mr. Cake in the back working on some cupcake dough.

"Pinkie! It's such a relief to see that you're safe after what happened last night." His relief turned to fear as soon as he saw Shinobu come through the doors. "Uh, Pinkie...You know who that is behind you, right?"

"Absolutely-positutely," Pinkie answered, still without her usual bubbly tone. "You can go take care of things out front, Mr. Cake. Me and Shinobu, my new 'friend,' can bond while we make cupcakes."

"Well, alright. Far be it from me to judge who you make friends with," Mr. Cake said as he left the kitchen by walking along the walls.

As soon as he left, Pinkie took over the cupcake mixture that Mr. Cake had been working on.

Meanwhile, Shinobu looked around as she tried to get her bearings on this place. It didn't look too intimidating, it actually looked pretty nice in there. Almost like the kitchen in one's own home instead of some business.

"We already have everything we need to make cupcakes on the counter, so let's get cracking," Pinkie said. She decided that may as well start by coaching her new friend on how to make the pastries.

Before Pinkie could even start, Shinobu opened a cabinet and began tossing bowls onto the counter. She then proceeded to swiftly mix the ingredients at a speed that only Pinkie could manage.

Pinkie watched in awe as Shinobu added everything as if she'd been doing it her whole life. She used everything that she did when making cupcakes, right down to counting to four after adding the vanilla. And with a graceful whoosh, Shinobu collected the cupcake tray and poured the batter into each slot, opened the oven and put them inside, all in a single movement. She then set the time and temperature before she turned to face an awed Pinkie.

"A big part of warrior training is doing small, menial things like making pastries," Shinobu said nonchalantly.

Her words struck Pinkie's nerves hard. Baking was many things, but 'menial' wasn't one of them. That would imply that it was easy, mindless work. It required skills that took day after day of practice to hone. And not all things could be baked the same way, so they required new skills to be learned to complete the process.

Pinkie wasn't going to take that slandering statement lightly. Baking was sacred to her, and she was going to defend its honor. "Alright, Miss Made-Cupcakes-Before: since you have those mastered, let's see how you handle something a bit harder."

"What did you have in mind," Shinobu asked, intrigued at the proposition of a challenge.

Pinkie got out a new plethora of ingredients, in addition to the ones that she already had out, so that they could make the next pastry. What she got out was some oranges, corn starch, salt and butter.

"Let's see how you handle a round with some orange meringue pie," Pinkie said triumphantly.

Orange meringue pie was one of the more difficult things to make, and it would be a good test to see who the real queen of confectioneries was.

Pinkie's hooves whirred through the process of making the crust and the meringue, both at the same time. She gave Shinobu the instructions on what to do as she did it, and soon had a masterful pie laid out before her.

That is, except for the small chip in the pie crust, which Pinkie quickly evened out by making small chips around the rest of the crust to create a pleasant display.

"Looks easy enough," Shinobu said as she readied her ingredients.

Pinkie smirked at her flippant attitude. There was no way she'd get it on her first try.

Shinobu quickly made the pie crust, but Pinkie wasn't worried. That was the easy part.

"Let's see," Shinobu said as she looked over the ingredients for the filling. She raised her hooves, and Pinkie eagerly awaited her attempt to make the meringue. And her hooves just hovered there.

Pinkie continued watching, waiting for her to make a move.

But Shinobu just left her hooves motionless.

That made Pinkie begin to sweat and tremble, and soon a part of her told her that Shinobu was doing that on purpose.

"Just make the filling already," Pinkie shouted.

And with that, Shinobu's hooves shot into action.

It seemed that she had been paying very close attention to Pinkie, because she copied Pinkie's actions almost exactly as she had executed them.

At the end of it all, Shinobu even made a pie with a small chip in the crust the same way Pinkie had done. She even created the same symmetrical chipping around the edges to make it more aesthetically pleasing.

"You're right: that is challenging. It was pretty fun, actually," Shinobu said as she fanned the pie with her wings.

Pinkie should have been delighted to meet a mare who enjoyed baking as much as she did, but it wasn't so. The idea that this hussy was on par with her was unbearable.

It was time for the gloves to come off.

When Shinobu looked up from her from her pie after it had been sufficiently cooled, she saw Pinkie standing with an entire arsenal of ingredients and cooking utensils behind her.

"Of course you realize: this means war," Pinkie declared, in the manner of a certain duck who's name she couldn't quite put her hoof on. "You like challenges? Here's one: whoever makes the better dish gets to put it on the menu!"

"Deal."

The time passed and the two mares created more and more difficult confections.

If Pinkie made a batch of eclairs, Shinobu shot back with a sheet of baklava, which was countered with a whole stack of croquembouche, which was retaliated with a colorful plethora of macarons.

Their competition kept up until the entire kitchen was filled with advanced-level pastries, all of which were put out on display and promptly sold.

Both mares glared at each other as they panted with exhaustion over their nearly finished goods.

Pinkie had in her hooves, a perfect example of a molten lava cake, while Shinobu held an almost finished, immaculate baked alaska.

The two eyed each other, daring one another to make a move.

Pinkie decided to make the first move by drizzling the chocolate syrup on her creation, as Shinobu lit a match and applied it to the baked alaska, setting it aflame. A flap of her wings snuffed it out quickly.

Mr. Cake stepped back into the kitchen to resupply the front area. "I don't know what's gotten into you two, but business is booming thanks to all this great new stuff you've been making," he congratulated the mares.

They didn't acknowledge him as he spoke. They only wanted one thing from him, and he was about to give it.

"And Shinobu: keep making those little flaky things. They're selling like cup cakes out there." And he left the room, thinking that maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

Shinobu gave Pinkie a smug grin, as she was the one who had gotten Mr. Cake's approval for the new things on the menu.

After so much anguish, it was then that Pinkie finally cracked.

With a mighty boot, Shinobu landed outside the building.

Back in the kitchen, Pinkie decided that she no longer liked her new look if it meant that she had to look like the enemy. She shook her clothes off, which all landed in the trash, and then put her hoof in her mouth. Blowing hard, she inflated her mane, which popped loudly as it changed back into its usual pink, cotton candy form.

Outside, Shinobu stood back up and rubbed her aching sides.

"Ow...Talk about a sore loser," she said as she dusted herself off and ruffled her feathers. "Might as well see what the snobby one's up to."

"Hey, I'm looking for Carousel Boutique. A friend of mine's working there, and I wanna visit."

During her talk with Twilight last night, she learned much about her friends, such as what they were like, what they did for a living, and where they worked. But after a bit of walking, Shinobu realized that she didn't know exactly where Rarity worked, so she asked for directions from a couple of passing ponies.

All the two of them did was cower before Shinobu before one of them pointed her down the road towards a building that looked like a grand carousel.

"Thanks."

And the two ponies ran off like a shot, fearful for their lives.

Shinobu stepped inside, as a small jingling of a bell signaled her arrival.

"Coming," came a voice from the back. From the back room came Rarity with her glasses on and measuring tape around her neck, "Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, unique and magnif--" Rarity gasped sharply. "You!" She said accusingly.

"Me," Shinobu answered.

She took another moment to look around at the building she entered. It was much different from the bakery she was just in. This place felt more like it was something out of a young princess's design catalog. Or at least from someone who had delusions of grandeur about being nobility. Her attention snapped to Rarity when she heard her clear her throat.

"Did you come here for something," Rarity asked suspiciously. After what she'd done, there was no way she'd believe that she just came here to visit.

"We're supposed to get along, so I'm just visiting, I guess."

There it was. Rarity was not about to spend another moment with this violent, uncouth ruffian, so she decided to turn her away.

"I'm sorry, but I'm very busy today. If you're not here to shop, then good day to you," she said as she turned her back on Shinobu.

Shinobu naturally felt irritated at Rarity's attitude towards her, but she decided to persist in her friendliness and not threaten her like she felt like doing. She flew in front of Rarity to try and change her mind.

"Look, princess: I'm not too eager to be in this frill factory. But as long as I'm living here, I might as well try to make some friends."

"Then I suggest you start with the front door," Rarity said with finality. She stepped into her sewing room and slammed the door in Shinobu's face.

With a 'hmph' Rarity returned to the project that she'd been working on, but not without a little surprise. As soon as she turned back to her sewing table, she shrieked when saw Shinobu standing there.

"Don't bust a vein. The window was open," Shinobu said as she indicated the open window behind her.

Rarity promptly closed the window and reopened the door for Shinobu to leave.

"As delightful as it is that you've chosen to visit my boutique, I must request that you make your departure," Rarity said in her ever-refined tone, though it was clear that she was trying to keep her composure from cracking.

"Which are you? Merriam or Webster," Shinobu said with a smirk.

This joke did not go over well with her audience, however.

"You, madam, are trespassing! And I shall have to summon the guards if you do not vacate this premises," Rarity ordered.

"Careful, you might chip a hoof as you 'depart your property,'" Shinobu said, her smirk growing larger and larger as she teased Rarity. It seemed to be working the way that Rarity began checking her hooves.

"Have I," she gasped.

Hearing how distraught she was over something so small made Shinobu smile. She stepped over to Rarity and put her hoof back on the ground.

"You said you were busy earlier, didn't you? Why don't I help you out around here? I have experience making clothes," Shinobu suggested. Rarity looked Shinobu over from head to hoof.

"You have experience?" Rarity asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Who do you think made this outfit?"

"If I had to venture a guess: a blind drunk with no teeth and only one hoof," Rarity thought.

She didn't like the idea of working with an assassin (other than Travis, of course), but she realized that she may have some use for her. She decided to accept Shinobu's help and put her to work.

"Very well," Rarity said as she directed Shinobu to the nearby fabrics. "I've decided to start making a line of casual wear as a change of pace. Unfortunately, I haven't the slightest idea of how to do so."

"You can't be serious," Shinobu deadpanned. What could be more simple than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, or something else to that effect?

"You try spending your life creating gowns and suits, then see how you do when you suddenly shift your direction," Rarity said with a huff.

Shinobu rolled her eyes and the two began their work on the casual wear.

It started with the two of them drawing up plans for what they wanted to make. Shinobu came up with something simple, just a pair of jeans and a tank top. Rarity decided to go with something more feminine, conceiving a design for a sundress to be worn on picnics and other sunny day outings.

They both worked in relative silence, with only a request for a pair of shears, or a few pins being spoken.

There were also attempts to make conversation, but they always fell short.

After a few minutes, the two presented one another with what they'd made. Shinobu's was much more in line with the 'casual' idea that they were going for. It was just a plain white tank with a pair of blue jeans. Nothing special, but definitely casual.

Rarity, on the other hoof, didn't have very much luck with her project. Instead of the sleeveless, solid pink dress that she intended, she ended up making it with long sleeves and too many frills and ruffles, which made it look like some old fashioned nightgown.

"Just how much of a shift is this for you," Shinobu asked after she appraised the design. She placed her outfit onto the table and spread it out for Rarity to see. "It's not that tough. All you need to do is think as minimalist as possible."

"You mean, as few sequins and jewels as allowable, with only one or two ruffles," Rarity asked.

Shinobu almost didn't think she was serious, but the look on the white unicorn's face stopped her from asking.

"Forget the jewels, and forget the sequins. The ruffles are fine, but only if you use a few. Here, I'll show you," and Shinobu quickly drew a shirt with three large frills that covered the entire front of it.

"That's your idea of a design," Rarity said as she wrinkled her nose at it, "It looks like the underside of a crab dinner." To her, it brought to mind not a pleasant, sunny day, but rather a griffin's carnivorous diet.

"Alright, princess. Let's see what you can come up with," Shinobu challenged as she gave the pencil she held to Rarity.

Rarity looked at the blank canvas, her mind equally bereft of any details. She looked at the articles of clothing that Shinobu made, and then at her own dress. Then she looked at the design that Shinobu had just drawn, trying to get ideas from any one of them. An idea sprang into her mind.

"That's it!" Rarity declared triumphantly as her artistic muse came alive. She drew a new concept and came up with a simple cardigan sweater.

"It looks pretty nice," Shinobu complimented, "But why don't we make it together, so you can get a better grasp on the concept of 'casual?'"

That was sure to be a friendly bonding experience. But even though she meant well, it seemed that Rarity had misinterpreted what the pegasus meant when she offered her help.

"I beg your pardon! I am one of the most talented seamstresses in all of Equestria! I don't need help on something as simple as a cardigan," she said, with an uppity tone that made Shinobu take a step back.

Shinobu would have protested, but she decided that the best way to make this pomp understand that she needed help was to let her go it alone.

Rarity worked privately on her sweater behind a screen, for fear that Shinobu would offer her help again.

As she worked, Shinobu decided to see how the clothes that she made fit. She took off her ninja gear and put on the tank and jeans. She turned from side to side, so she could properly admire her work in the mirror in the room. She had to admit that for just a simple throw together, she looked pretty good in it. Then, she heard Rarity's screen slide open and turned to look at what she'd made.

It was supposed to be just a cardigan, but this thing was made of blue velvet, had loads of laces and frills, gold buttons and a delicate satin lining.

"What do we think," Rarity asked, just knowing that Shinobu would be dazzled.

It was not so, however.

Shinobu only shook her head at the sight of the thing.

"Hold up the dress next to it," she requested.

Rarity didn't understand why, but she did so anyway to see where this was going. She grew very fearful as Shinobu drew her sword.

"Let me show you something."

Rarity screamed as Shinobu swung her sword at her.

After a few seconds, and Rarity found herself unharmed, she looked around herself to find shreds of fabric all around her. Then she looked up at the two articles of clothing she made to find that they had been significantly altered.

The sundress no longer had sleeves, and the frills and ruffles had all been cut off, giving the dress a much more plain appearance. The cardigan had its lace and frills cut off as well, along with the gold buttons, though the satin lining remained intact to her relief.

"That's casual," Shinobu said concisely.

Rarity looked in horror at what she'd done. Her heart was still racing from what had just happened, and now she was being told how to do her job!? It was an outrage! A scandal! A catastrophe! She could no longer stand the pegasus's company. She forcefully turned Shinobu around and pushed her out of the room.

"Thank you! Your services will no longer be required!"

And the door was slammed behind her.

"And when I try to be nice!" Shinobu said as she walked to the front door.

She then realized that she was still wearing the outfit that she'd made and decided to keep it since it looked so good on her. But there was the matter of the cost of the fabric. Cloth and denim weren't that expensive, so she left what she thought it was worth in a compartment behind the register before leaving.

Shinobu stepped outside and decided who she should visit next.

The only ones left, were Applejack, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. She groaned when she realized that two of them would be none too happy to see her, and that she couldn't avoid them for fear of seeming like she brushed them off

With a sigh, Shinobu made her way down the road to her next destination. This was going to be a very, very long day for her.

Author's Notes:

Yes, that line 'You got a problem, Pinkie,' was taken from Aladdin. I'm a Disney fan, and that one is my favorite animated movie. Favorite live-action Disney flick is Curse of the Black Pearl. And I don't care what people say, I thought Stranger Tides was great.

And for anyone who was confused during Pinkie's conversation with Jeanne, toms and mollies are the proper names for male and female cats respectively (kind of like mares and stallions, or hens and roosters).

Those things that Shinobu and Pinkie make, by the way, are amazing. They are difficult to make, so if you feel like you're up to it, make them. I haven't made some of them, so I'll have to get my recipe book off the shelf again.

Stay tuned for part two of the Mane 6 trying to make friends with Shinobu. Rock on \m/