“The Wonderbolts are throwing a party for their recruits at Wonderbolt Academy, and I’m invited, which is great,” Rainbow Dash said, pulling out an invitation. “But… it’s one of those fancy boring parties with cubed cheese and bottled water. What’s even worse is, since the musician they hired is an earth pony, we have to have it on the ground. Oh well. Let’s try to spice it up a bit.”

“And by a bit, you mean…” Discord said, twirling his thumbs.

“Go all out,” Rainbow Dash said. “First, we need to change up the music. Classical does not make for a good party.” Discord nodded, pulling a frog out of thin air and handing it to Rainbow Dash. “Umm… what’s this?”

“Just a little buddy of mine…,” Discord smiled, putting the frog away.

“You’re really weird, you know that?” Rainbow Dash asked, raising an eyebrow. “Anyway, next, we fix the decorations. They’re expecting a well lit dining hall with red curtains, tablecloths, and a big fat chandelier. Any ideas?”

“I think I have a couple… you leave that part to me,” Discord said. “Hmm… we’ll kind of need a place to put all of the things we removed though… which gives me an idea for a second prank.”

“You can do whatever you want with it, nopony will really miss it,” Rainbow Dash said. “So I can count on you to make this party awesome?” Discord gave her a thumbs up before flying into the air, circling into a spiral until he disappeared.

“Party time,” Rainbow Dash said, heading over to the address written on her invitation.

Vinyl Scratch pulled another record out from the stack and tossed it onto her stand, nodding her head back and forth as dubstep reverberated through the dance hall. Wub. Wub. She looked around at all the ponies dancing and smiled.

A ten-inch Discord rose out of the floor directly in front of the speakers and was almost blown away by the music. “Ponies these days and their music,” he grumbled, pulling the frog out of thin air and pressing on its back. The frog croaked loudly and its mouth grew to triple its regular size as it sucked in all the sound in the room.

Vinyl Scratch stared at her record and tapped it a couple times to make sure it really was spinning. “Umm… sorry everypony, we seem to be having some technical difficulties,” she said sheepishly into her mic. The crowd grumbled.

“Better get this sorted out before they leave,” Discord said to himself, pressing on the frog’s back again. This time, its ribbit sucked in all the light.

“Are the strobe lights broken too?” a pony grumbled in the audience. Vinyl Scratch took off her shades and went over to the circuit board.

“Don’t worry, everypony, I’ll fix this. Just sit tight,” she said. “So weird…” she mumbled to herself, trying to figure out what was wrong. Discord waved goodbye to her behind her back before vanishing.

“What took you so long?” Rainbow Dash asked as a tiny, barely noticeable Discord crawled out from under the folds of the tablecloth.

“You can’t just conjure a good time. It has to come from somewhere,” Discord said, holding out the frog. He set it on the ground and watched it hop away. “Well then, I hope you enjoy. I don’t want to miss the other party, so… Toodles!” Discord vanished in a puff of purple smoke.

“Wait! You didn’t even do anything!” Rainbow Dash groaned. “Ugh!” She looked up at the stage where Spitfire was talking.

“And in conclusion, I just want to thank all of you for your hard work. It is with great pride that I…” The frog interrupted Spitfire by jumping directly on the podium, staring into her face. “Heh. Someone’s frog seems to have gotten away from them. Anyway, it is with great pride that I welcome our guest for the evening… the esteemed cellist Octavia!” Octavia replaced Spitfire center stage as everypony clapped.

“What a charming frog,” Octavia said, smiling. The audience chuckled. “Would you like to hear some music, Mr. Frog?” The audience cheered. “Very well, let us begin.” She touched her bow to her cello as the frog blinked.

Boom! Boom! Wub Wub Wub! The frog’s eyes bugged out and its mouth swelled to five times its normal size as a torrent of dubstep poured out, knocking Octavia over. Strobe lights flashed from the frog’s back as it flew into the air, riding the force of the musical explosion. “What in the…?” Octavia asked.

All eyes on the room were on the frog. Rainbow Dash smiled, got up from her seat, and shouted “PARTY!”. The rest of the audience was quick to join her. It was a very addictive beat.

“What’s going on?” Spitfire shouted at Octavia above the dubstep.

“I haven’t the faintest idea,” Octavia said, scratching her head. “But I think that frog’s cousin is eating your tablecloths.”

Vinyl Scratch was almost out of options. “When’s the music coming back on?” a stallion called. “Let’s go somewhere else, with a reliable DJ,” a mare said to her friend.

“Wait! Don’t go!” Vinyl said, but some of the ponies had already turned to leave. “I think I figured out what’s wrong! The circuit board just needs just a little bit of tweaking and…”

Discord frowned as the second frog poofed into his paw. “You’re late,” he said. The frog just stared at him. “Oh well, I suppose you’re right. Just go do your job,” he said, releasing the frog.

Vinyl Scratch closed her eyes and hoped for good luck as she crossed wires randomly. The lights seemed to have come back on, but they weren’t flashing anymore. She opened her eyes. “Well it’s progress…” she said, her voice trailing off as she turned around and noticed the room.

Several large dining tables had been set neatly with fancy tablecloths and fine silverware. Plush red curtains adorned the graffiti’d walls. A large crystal chandelier had replaced her strobe lights and her DJ stand was playing classical. “What the?”

The crowd stopped, turning around. None of them had seen what had happened. “Whoah…” one of the ponies said.

“You know, this isn’t really half bad,” another said, bobbing their head to the melody.

“Hey everypony,” Vinyl Scratch addressed the crowd over her microphone. “Sorry, I must have crossed the wrong wires somewhere in the circuit board,” she said, grinning. The partygoers looked very confused, but cheered as Vinyl shrugged, throwing one of her favorite dubstep records onto the stand. Classical music blasted out at volumes that shook the chandelier.

“Well, we’re all here, might as well have some fun,” a stallion said from the crowd.

“May I have this dance?” a stallion asked a mare beside him, bowing.

“Are those cheese cubes?” another pony asked. Vinyl Scratch breathed a sigh of relief. Not exactly what she had expected, but it seemed like the guests were once again enjoying themselves.

Later that night, Discord met up with Rainbow Dash back in her house. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?” Discord grinned. Rainbow Dash nodded.

“You really missed an awesome party!” Rainbow Dash said, kicking back in her bed. “Spitfire had no idea what was going on.” She yawned a little.

“More fun tomorrow?” Discord asked.

“Definitely,” Rainbow Dash said, diving under the sheets. Discord waved goodbye as he vanished.

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