"Sister!"

"Not again..." Celestia groaned, flopping over to face the padded wall that she'd named Ted, "Please... please no more lava."

Luna shook her head. "Neigh, sister," she began with a smirk before returning to a more serious posture, "It is time for you to raise the sun. I have already lowered the moon for you..."

"You... you're serious?" Celestia replied hopefully, "No more jokes? No more lava? What about--"

"...after turning it into a temporary sun by incinerating it into a molten ball of magma. It wasn't the greatest idea, however, so I simply lowered the moon to hide it from view until it resolidifies."

Celestia screamed.