It was a normal day for Twilight; The sun was up, birds were chirping, and she was out and about running a few routine errands. Fist she grabbed a few groceries to help keep herself and the three conduits that were now living with her fed, next went over to to speak with a few of her friends and check up on them, and finally she went down to the bank to check her balance. This was something she started doing on a weekly basis after she became a princess. Now that she was royalty she got a large sum of bits every month and she liked to make sure she had a toned out balance between her checking and her savings. She made her way up to the bank teller after waiting in line for a couple of minutes to finally get the information she wanted. "Hello sir, I'm here for my weekly account check-up."

"Right away Princess Twilight." The teller said cheerily, grabbing her file and looking it over. "You currently have four hundred bits in your checking and seven bits in savings.

Twilight's happy expression shot into on of confusion. "I'm sorry, but by seven you meant seven hundred, right?"

"Nope. Says here you have a mere seven." He explained, confirming Twilight's fears.

"How is that possible? I had over eight hundred bits in there!" She exclaimed, "How could it have..." She stopped herself and her expression changed once more, this time to an angered realization. After storming out of the bank and flying back to the castle she kicked the doors open and marched into the large structure looking for her target. However, her search was in vein. That was until she found Tumor sitting in the throne room reading the Ponyville newspaper. She made her way over to his side and cleared her throat to get his attention. "Tumor, where's Jack?"

Tumor lowered the paper and turned to face Twilight. "I think he's in the backyard working on that project he's been talking about all week." He answered. "Why? You figure out what it is yet?"

"No, but I'm about to." She said sternly before marching out outside. When she made it to the backyard she found herself being met with a strange sight. A large blue tarp standing up and shaped out to look like a small circus tent. There was an occasional flash of light which was followed by a loud buzzing noise. But the noise coming from Jack's activities didn't mask the singing he was doing within, which made Twilight come to a sudden halt and listen in.

"We're not sorry if we tricked you! The carnival will carry on. Suck my nuts, bitch! Fuck you!...Suck my nuts, bitch! Fuck you! Inner city posse got the dog beat ICP, we got the dog beats. Inner city posse got the dog beat ICP, we got the dog beats. Three rings a ding-a-ding-ding, people like to point and stare. Three rings a ding-a-ding-ding, it's the same as everywhere. Murder go round, murder go round! How you gonna fuck wit a wicked clown! Murder go round, murder go round! How you gonna fuck wit a wicked clown!"

Twilight felt very unsettled by this behavior and decided rather than to storm in their and start yelling at a guy singing very loudly about stuff like this that maybe she should just approach him calmly. She walked over and used the technique Cadance had shown her to help settle her nerves before calling Jack's name. "Hey, can we talk for just a minute, please?"

Jack rolled out of the tent laying on a skateboard with his skin covered in grease and something that looked a lot like soot. Twilight took notice of a small device on his torso that was playing music and seemed to continue the song Jack was singing earlier. This brought Twilight some comfort, knowing that he was just singing along to that song. That quickly vanished when she remembered that a lot of things only listen to music that appeals to their own specific tastes and sometimes their upbringing/the life they lived and/or are living. He watched her sink deep into thought and decided to address her before she had an aneurysm. "What the fuck do you want purple bitch?" He asked slowly.

Twilight shook her head and cleared her throat as well as her mind. "Right, well, I was just wondering. Do you know how many bits you spent getting things for your little project?"

"A lot, but don't worry about it. Most of the shit I got free cause I said it was by order of the princess." He explained, rolling back into the small blue tent, leaving only his feet outside of it.

Twilight facehoofed and used her magic to grip on of Jack's legs and pull him back out. "Do you realize that almost all of my savings are gone?"

"Do you realize that I could replenish them with the magic of patience? You're fucking royalty, you'll get a shit-load more by next week." He rolled back into the tent.

Twilight let out a defeated sigh, he was right after all, but she couldn't let him get away with just using her money like that. "Can we at least establish a budget limit here?"

"Don't need to, I'm done." He said, rolling himself out from under the tent, holding a moist rag to clean himself off with. "It's finally done! Whoop Whoop!"

Twilight ignored his weird clown chant that he does from time to time and looked at the tent. "You know, it was my money that helped put whatever is in there together. I think it's only fair if you let me see it."

He stared her down for a minute before deciding that he didn't see the harm in showing her, he was going to use it pretty soon anyway. After turning off his music and shoving the device in his pocket he walked over to the tent and tossed the rag he was holding onto Twilight's head. After levitating it off of her face she looked over to see Jack ripping the tent down to reveal a large metal object with wheels and tubes of all kinds. It was very reflective with the lower have being black while the upper half was red. Kind of a reverse in comparison to how he dressed with a black shirt and red pants.

Twilight didn't know what to think of it, she didn't even know what it was, but Jack seemed to be pretty proud of it. "What exactly is it?"

He hopped on top of the built in leather seat and grabbed the metallic handlebars, decorated with holes that fed into the machine. "This, purple horse, is a fire powered Dodge Tomahawk. One of the fastest motorcycles to ever exist with over five hundred horsepower and a top speed of three hundred and fifty miles per hour and can be charged with my own renewable fuel."

Twilight tilted her head at it. "I don't get it. Why would you need something like that?"

"No one needs something like this, but who knows, maybe it'll help me save the fucking world one day or something...Anyway, let's see if I can get her to start." His hands ignited, feeding the flames into the handles where a suction process began and pulled them into the core of the machine where a chemical reaction began and started the over powered vehicle. As the bike was given life it purred loudly to it's owner who seemed to be in pure ecstasy sound the success filled his ears. "Oh sweet merciful Shangri-La, that's good." He muttered to himself.

Twilight became mildly disturbed at how he was acting. It was like watching a monkey have sex with a robot and she really didn't know whether to be fascinated or disgusted. "Jack, are you okay?"

"I have. The greatest. Boner..." He simply replied.

"Eww!" She shouted shouted, not being the slightest bit interested to hear about his sex organs. "That's just-"

"Get on..."

Twilight stared at him, confused. "What?"

"Get. On this bike. Right fucking now." He said softly. She didn't know how to react, but Jack seemed serious. Twilight reluctantly complied and flew onto the bike, it being too tall for her to climb on. "You ready?" He asked out of nowhere, but before she could reply he revved the bike up, "Don't Care!" And with that they were off, Twilight instinctively wrapping her hooves around his waist, holding on for dear life as the vehicle went from being at a complete stop to traveling so fast she couldn't see the area around her. Jack drove across the open lands just outside of Ponyville, circling the city, increasing in speed with every passing second. He started whooping and hollering as the bike reached its maximum speed and he made a sharp turn to a very steep hill in the distance.

Twilight was silently cowering behind Jack, only looking when she noticed the sudden change in direction. She stared at the hill intently, knowing what he was planning but instinctively asking him, "What are you doing!?"

"You know damn well what I'm doing!" As he finally reach the base of the hill he gripped the handles as tight as he could to keep him from falling. The vehicle slammed into the hill and started traveling up and up and up until they were just about at the very top. By the time they could see over the edge of the mountain top they were already several yards in the air, soaring over trees and small families picnicking at the top. After almost a full minute of being air-born they landed hard against the ground and Jack immediately pulled the braked, bringing the bike to a grinding halt. Once stopped Jack looked up at the sky, panting as if he had run a marathon. "That was fucking great." he managed to say between breaths.

Twilight held a hoof to her chest, she was pale, and her eyes were bulging out of their sockets. She looked like she was in the middle of having a heart attack. She looked up at Jack, who had apparently spun around on his seat to face her at some point, and stared at him with a mixture of fear and 'What the fuck just was that!?' in her eyes.

Jack chuckled at her expression. "Hey, you gonna make it shit-stain? Don't die on me now, Celestia Jong-un will have my fucking head cut off, then she'll decapitate me."

Twilight nodded, being pretty much incapable of doing much else, let alone even attempting to speak. That trip was horrifying, to say the least, but for some reason she felt...good. Like some part of her actually enjoyed what had just happened. She didn't know really how to explain it, something about being scared for her life made her feel good. It never happened during big events, like the battle with Tirek and her encounter with deadly gas-breathing plants and so on, but this excited her.

Jack was reading her features as she internally fought herself on how she felt about her most recent near death experience. He smiled and spun back around, starting the bike back up. He knows she enjoyed it, from a bad-boy to a bad-girl, he could tell. All he would need to do was press a little more and he'll get that rebellious side buried deep within Twilight out in the open. Then maybe things would really start to get fun around here. And who knows, maybe he could introduce her to the wonderful world of The Wicked Clown, you know? Show her first hand just how great the Dark Carnival can really be.