When the plane slowed to a stop, I waited impatiently behind Homer. "Soon they'll take you off the plane, and then I'll be free!" I mean, sure, the dog probably didn't understand me, but I wanted to talk, so I talked. The side of the plane opened up and they began grabbing luggage and throwing them onto a new belt. It was kind of funny how they moved everything on a belt. I wondered if they ever considered just moving all the humans around on belts?

"Our turn," I whispered as a human approached us.

He unstrapped the kennel and hefted it up, making us both jostle around, but he was reasonably careful as he took it to the side of the plane and placed it carefully on the same belt all the luggage had been taken away on. We were whisked away into the guts of the airport, shoot. I thought I'd have a moment without people looking, but that didn't happen.

Oh well, guess I'd have to bust out from inside of the airport. Getting away should be a lot easier than trying to sneak onto the plane in the first place. "Time for me to go, Homer. Good luck!"

Homer looked over his shoulder at me. "Don't go."

I stopped my attempt to slip around him. "You can talk?! Why didn't you say something earlier?"

Homer tilted his head. "I don't know. Talk now. Don't leave me."

I nuzzled the sad-looking dog. "What about your humans? They're waiting for you."

Homer slurped me across the snout. "Homer wants to be with you! Homer come."

Well, far be it from me to deny him. "If you can keep up." I popped open the kennel with a mighty kick, then hopped down onto the belt. Homer was just behind me, sniffing at my tail. I didn't give him much time as I began scurrying quickly towards the nearest patch that didn't have a moving belt on it. I had my coat and mask and hat on, even if I was walking on all fours at the moment. As soon as I got my hooves on solid ground, I let out a slow breath and tried to orient myself.

Homer landed just beside me. "Where are we going?"

I put a hoof over his snout. "Shhh. We are now in official sneaking mode. No talking and no barking until I say OK. Got it?" He nodded against my hoof and I took the hoof away. "We have to get out of here, and to a friend waiting for me. Perfectly pink party ponies make humans peeved." To his credit, he didn't ask more questions. He darted after me each time I ran from cover to cover. He wasn't as good as I was, but he was a good dog. I mean, he wasn't Gummy, but he'd do. Oh no! I hope one of the girls remembers to feed Gummy. Oh well, he's a clever little guy. He'll manage if they do forget. Hee, I imagine Twilight trying to take a bath and coming out with a Gummy attached to her tail. He's funny like that.

I nudged a door only to get loud alarms going off everywhere. I jumped even if I expected an alarm. It was so loud! But it said it was a fire exit. If it didn't lead outside, what did? I shoved through it and ran down a hallway leading to another emergency exit. My hoofs went clip-clop while Homer's nails tick-tacked beside me. We burst through the second door. Success! It was outside. I could hear traffic in the distance, smell planes and other human things. We were definitely out. The sun was up, if hidden behind some clouds. I grabbed for Homer and pointed. "That way!"

We dashed for the fence and I slipped under him. With a great bounce, I went up into the air with Homer on my back, came down on the other side, and we were off into the city. That's when I realized we weren't in the middle of nowhere like the other airport. This one was on a little island just big enough for itself! There was a bridge running across to the city. I nudged Homer and we set off towards it. On the way, I decided to switch disguises. They might have seen the trenchcoat on one of the many cameras they liked to use. So I dressed like Brad, that human that Twilight kinda liked in that other human world. My Brad suit was perfect! Well, not really. My hooves made it bulge oddly, to say nothing of other stupid bulges I had lately. I also didn't have fingers where it had fingers, so they just kind of dangled down. So long as nopony looked too closely, it'd be good enough. "Come on, Homer."

He looked a little confused. "How did you change?"

I grinned at him with the mask. "Trade secret. I don't have any disguises sized for you, so just stay close to me, like you're a really good doggie walking along with their caretaker."

He moved to walk beside my right leg. "That is what Homer is."

It didn't take us that long to get to the bridge, only to see that it was both jam packed with cars and to see that there were big 'no walking' signs written in some funny new language. Oddest thing about the language was that I understood it perfectly fine. I knew it wasn't the same as the writing Emma had used and read, but I somehow knew it. You went in a car or not at all, according to their rules. Well! There was one way they couldn't stop me, and if I didn't have Homer, I'd have already done it. "Homer, do you like water?"

Homer pointed a paw down at the water beneath us. "Far away."

I nodded at that. "Very far, but you trust Pinkie, right?" He nodded. "Are you alright swimming? We need to get there." I pointed across the water to the other side. "Things should be easier once we get there."

He steeled himself, then threw himself off the edge, which is not what I had in mind! I tried to grab him, but the Brad Suit was pretty awful at grabbing things with its noodly fingers, and down he fell. Nothing for it. I jumped after Homer, leaving the Brad Suit behind as I plummeted. I grabbed onto Homer and wrapped around him as best I could before we smacked into the water. Ow! It stung like somepony missed with a pinata stick and whacked me instead, but It wasn't too awful. He licked me with concern. Aw. He really was a good doggie.

I dug out my floaties and put one on each leg and saved the biggest one to go around Homer's midsection. "If you get tired, just let it float you, OK? None of us are drowning today." I nuzzled him gently. "Let's go."

The water wasn't freezing. In fact, it was kinda warm. We made good time, both doggie paddling across the bay. As good as saltwater taffy is? Don't drink sea water. It's not even half as good. We had to take a break a few times. It was a long swim! But we approached land! I could see a cobbled walkway with little benches and everything on the right side, so I guided Homer that way and we landed on some big rocks. They weren't too hard to climb onto, and this guard rail was the only thing stopping us.

I hopped up onto that rail just in time to hear a startled gasp. A human saw me. It was a female, I was pretty sure. She spoke in the funny language of her people, and I knew it, just like the signs. "What are you?! Get away!"

I quickly shook off my floaties and some sea weed that had clung to me. "Oh I'm just Pinkie Pie. I won't hurt you."

Homer hopped over the rail easily and sat down with a wagging tail.

She seemed to relax. "You... You talk?"

I bobbed my head as I realized I was talking her language, not whatever language Emma had spoken. "I do talk, a lot according to some of my friends. Nice to meet you!" I offered a hoof out to her.

She wasn't entirely convinced, but she looked so curious! "What... are you? You look like a horse, but you're so small, and pink. Is this your friend?" She glanced at Homer.

"Yes." Homer nodded at her.

She hopped back at his talking. "Impossible! I've been cramming too hard..." She put a hand to her own head.

I shook my head. "Nope, we're really here. Can you point us to Kaizuka? Our friend is there and we really want to get to her."

She peered skeptically at us. "How do you plan to get there? You can't just... walk there. You'll start a panic, if you're even real?" Despite that, she lifted an arm and pointed to the west. "It's that way It's a big part of the city. Do you have anything more specific than that?"

I fished out a waterlogged note and showed her the address. "I can't read this. Is this English? I'm still learning that."

English? Is that what Emma's language was called? I read it outloud for her, somehow translating from one to the other. "What language are we talking right now?"

She looked baffled. "Japanese. How do you not know what you're talking?" She reached for me and gently touched my snout. It seemed any time a human decided my snout was a good place to touch, they were relaxing around me, so I just smiled and let her. Besides, it felt nice when they pet, and she was soon petting over my head with one hand, and Homer's head with the other.

"I don't know how it works," I confessed with a shrug. "I just talk, and it's the right one, and I can read too."

She provided more distinct directions with the address, and I quickly scribbled them down. Just as she was about to say something else, Homer hopped up and slurped her. She squeaked and brushed her face off. "We're not that close, dog."

"Sorry." Aw, he looked so guilty. I threw a leg over him and squeezed gently.

She stood up to her full height and took a few steps away. "Well, I should be going... May I take a picture?"

I considered that. "Do you have scary guys that will try to study me like a crazy science experiment?"

She nodded a little. "I suppose. I just want it for myself."

I shrugged softly. "Well, alright, if you want. We should get going too! We have a lot of walking ahead of us, and I want to be with our friend before the sun--" My talking was interrupted with a bright flash as she used some funny thing at us. It took pictures, I guessed?

"Good luck." She bowed, then half-fled back and away. She was nervous, but she wasn't running. I don't think she was very scared of us anymore.

Author's Notes:

Pinkie meets her first native! Unless you count the conveyor belt guy, but she didn't get to talk to him.

What's up with Homer? Is this a typo?