Author's Notes:

I CAST BLAME ON THEE, Imaginer 31415!

"WHAT THE BUCK ARE THOSE?!"

"I THINK THEY'RE RIDICULOUS INFLATABLE SWAN THINGS, TWILIGHT!"

"I CAN SEE THAT, SPIKE. BUT WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?!"

"THEY'RE BEING RIDICULOUS, DUH! YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT, TWILIGHT."

"OH."

"WHY ARE WE SHOUTING AGAIN, TWILIGHT?!"

"I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE THE RIDICULOUS INFLATABLE SWAN THINGS SAY TO."

"DOES THAT MEAN THEY'RE CONTROLLING US?!"

"I HAVE NO IDEA SPIKE. I THINK WHOEVER'S CONTROLLING THE RIDICULOUS INFLATABLE SWAN THINGS IS ALSO THE ONE CONTROLLING US."

"WHY ARE THEY DESTROYING PONYVILLE?!"

"I DON'T KNOW."

"TWILIGHT, MY THROAT IS STARTING TO HURT BUT I CAN'T STOP SHOUTING STILL!"

"SAME HERE, SPIKE!"

Celestia snickered in the background.