It was a lovely evening. The sun was cheery, the birds were singing, and six little ponies were enjoying milkshakes at Sugarcube Corner. “So… if you could pick anypony in the world to mess with, who would you pick?” Rainbow Dash asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“What makes you say that?” Twilight asked, raising an eyebrow. “You haven’t been doing stuff behind our backs, have you?”

“Oh, no reason…” Rainbow Dash said, looking away. “Just felt like starting a conversation is all.”

“Well, I suppose…” Fluttershy began, but was immediately cut off by Rarity.

“Of course it would be Blueblood, that disgusting buffoon. I’d like to see him get what’s coming to him for once!” she exclaimed, stomping a hoof on the floor. Clearly her mental scars from that night had not healed. “Oh. Pardon me, you were saying, Fluttershy?”

“I was just saying that…” Fluttershy said, before looking around to make sure that nopony else wanted to talk. “I just wanted to say that…” she continued before Pinkie Pie finished her milkshake.

“More!” Pinkie shouted, rocketing into the air and dashing away towards the counter. She zipped back in an instant with another shake. “I’d get Cranky Doodle Donkey because he could laugh more. In fact, anypony could laugh more, but he needs to laugh especially super duper more! Because he’s extra extra cranky and when you’re extra extra cranky, you need to laugh super duper harder to be happy and…” Applejack shoved a hoof in Pinkie’s mouth.

“I think we get the idea, Pinkie,” she said. “Anyway, I gotta go for now, I promised Granny Smith I’d plow the back field today, and took some time off to chat with yall, but that field ain’t gonna plow itself you know?” Applejack excused herself, leaving out the building.

“Yeah, I’ll just go too. I’ve got something to do all of a sudden,” Rainbow Dash said, getting up and flying out the door. “Thanks for the milkshakes, Pinkie!” she called behind her.

“No problemo!” Pinkie Pie said, happily slurping up the rest of her drink. She piled the rest of the empty glasses on a platter and took them away.

“I’ll get back to my studies then. See you later, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, calmly getting up and leaving. “Oh, wait. Did you have something to say?”

“It’s not important,” Fluttershy said, leaving the building in a surprisingly rash manner for a pony of her character.

“Wow. What’s up with her?” Twilight said to herself.

“Blueblood… Blueblood… What did he look like again?” Rainbow Dash asked, scouting around Canterlot.

“We could have taken a train, you know. You don’t have to use magic for everything,” Discord said, looking around with a pair of binoculars.

“Oh please, you have, like, unlimited magic don’t you? What’s the big deal?” Rainbow Dash replied. “Let’s just focus on finding Blueblood.”

“But I like the train,” Discord said as he noticed a particularly peeved-looking, finely groomed stallion walking around. A small siren popped out of the binoculars. “Target… sighted!” Discord called happily. “And it looks like he’s window shopping.”

“Alright, then… this might sound a little weird, but how are you at disguises?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking Discord up and down.

“Never saw a need for them, but I’m sure I could do it if it means a good time. What do you want to look like?” Discord asked.

“Oh, it’s not me I have in mind…” Rainbow Dash said, smirking.

“Too bland, too tacky, too old, two colors…” Blueblood said, walking down the street and staring at the various garments in a shop window. “What do you think of the crown?” he asked, turning to a servant pony, already overloaded with shopping bags.

“I…don’t think… that…” he managed to say before collapsing.

“Hmm… You’re right. It would look perfect on me,” Blueblood said, strolling into the shop.

“Help… me…” the servant pony said from the floor, buried under a pile of merchandise.

The bell rang as Blueblood stepped inside, making a beeline for the crown that caught his eye. Oddly enough, one of the clothing racks was moving and talking to itself. “Alfonse… clothing racks don’t normally talk, do they?” Blueblood called out the door.

“No… milord… they don’t…” Alfonse wheezed, still trapped under the bags.

“Hmm… didn’t think so,” Blueblood said. “Ah well, that’s a problem for the commoners.” He continued his trip towards the crown.

Meanwhile, in the clothing rack, Rainbow Dash and Discord were arguing. “I’m not doing it! There is a line, and this is where I draw it!” Discord said.

“Oh come on! You’ve done way worse than that!” Rainbow Dash said. “Alright fine… if you do this for me, I’ll let you choose the next prank and help in any way you want me to.”

“That’s just… any way I want?” Discord asked. Rainbow Dash nodded. “Alright then… enjoy this while you can.” Discord closed his eyes and shrouded himself in a veil of pink smoke.

“Oh I plan to,” Rainbow Dash said, poking her head out between two coats. “Better hurry, he’s about to make his purchase.”

“Yeah, yeah,” came a slightly more feminine voice. “How’s this?”

“Little more girly,” Rainbow Dash said. “And could you at least try to make yourself look attractive?”

“You don’t want to know what I find attractive,” Discord said in a mare’s voice. “Better?”

“Hmm… it’ll do,” Rainbow Dash said, nodding. “Now do it.”

Blueblood was at the register having a rather aggressive chat with the clerk. “Do you know who I am? I am Prince Blueblood. THE Prince Blueblood.”

“I do apologize, Your Highness, but I just can’t give things away for free, I’d go bankrupt!” the clerk said.

“I demand to see your manager!” Blueblood said, stomping a hoof and snorting.

“But I am the manager! I own the store…” the poor clerk said, cowering.

“I’ll handle this…” a voice said from behind Blueblood. Both of them turned as a gorgeous, refined looking light pink mare in a royal gown walked forward. “Here is your payment,” she said, handing the right amount of bits over to the store manager. “I am so sorry for how you were treated here,” she said.

“Oh, no problem at all, miss! Thank you so much!” the clerk said, accepting the bits gratefully. The pink mare slapped him across the face with a hoof.

“I wasn’t talking to you, commoner,” she said as she placed the crown on Blueblood’s head. “The common folk these days.” She walked out the door.

“Another one for the pile, milord?” Alfonse wheezed, finally making it into the store with all of the shopping bags. Blueblood’s mouth was agape. “Milord?”

“I think… I’m in love,” Blueblood said, dropping the crown and running outside. Alfonse heaved a heavy sigh as he got to work moving the mountain of purchases back outside. A sky blue pegasus burst out of a nearby clothes rack, rolling on the ground in laughter.

“Oh my god! That was a good one! In love! What a sucker!” Rainbow Dash laughed as a startled Alfonse backpedaled into the mountain of bags, knocking them over.

“I’m okay,” he said as Rainbow Dash left the store. “Not that anypony… cares.”

Meanwhile, Blueblood was chasing the pink mare outside. “Wait!” he called as he galloped harder than he ever had in his life. “I finally caught up with you! I must know your name!”

The pink mare gave him a passing glance. “You may call me… Her Royal Majesty the Glorious Princess Snooty Von Tooty. Or Snoot, for short.”

“What a beautiful name. I am His Royal Majesty the Magnificent Prince Blueblood. Or Blueblood, for you,” he said. “Would you be interested in a ride through Canterlot Castle in my best private carriage?”

“I suppose. I was just going to stop by the pub to...” Snoot began.

“Scoff at the commoners? That’s one of my favorite pastimes!” Blueblood finished for her. “Anyway, we’ve left Alfonse behind, that clumsy fool.”

“It’s no issue, I have… more dependable servants,” Snoot said, clapping her hooves twice. A brightly painted gold and gem encrusted carriage fell out of a nearby tree. Blueblood nodded in approval and got into the front seat. “Ahem. You wouldn’t make a Princess tow a carriage, would you?” Snoot asked.

After about ten minutes of shouting, threats, and reminders of family lineage, Blueblood and Snoot rode across town in the back of a wonderful gilded carriage, lugged by the store owner from earlier and Alfonse the pony butler.

“Do you ever ask yourself how you got into these situations?” the store owner asked, turning to Alfonse.

“Every waking moment of my life,” Alfonse said, trudging along. Ten minutes later, they had reached the courtyard of Canterlot Castle.

“Welcome home, Master Blueblood,” several servants lined up to help Blueblood out of the carriage.

“See to it that the garden is prepared for a romantic evening and leave us alone no matter what,” Blueblood instructed as the servants scattered. “I suppose it’ll take them a while.”

“Oh, I have a feeling they’ll work much faster than normal,” Snoot said, lightly stomping her hoof on the ground. An extremely thin sliver of magic trickled out, unseen to anypony else, heading towards the garden.

“Hmm, do you really think so? Very well then, I’ll grace them with ten fewer seconds than normal. They should be done about… now,” he headed towards the garden.

By now, the sun had begun to set and a wonderful orange glow poured over the garden. Blueblood took Snoot onto a small bridge overlooking a pond full of lily pads. “Princess Snoot, I give you permission to kiss me,” he said, closing his eyes. When he opened them, Princess Snoot was gone. He was face to face with a terrible hound-like creature with a hundred glowing red eyes. “AAAH!” he shouted, backing away in disgust and falling into the pond.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Such a fool, sending away the only servant who possessed the power to defeat me, Snooticalus, eater of fine clothes, muddier of royal manes, and trampler of… expensive flowers!” Discord roared from his disguise, walking over and stepping lightly on a flower.

“No! Not my flowerbeds!” Blueblood shouted, clambering out of the pond. “Alfonse! Help!” He rocketed back towards the house as Discord turned back to his normal form.

“I hope you’re happy now,” Discord said, folding his arms.

Rainbow Dash came out from behind a cloud, laughing uncontrollably as she beat her hooves on the ground. “Snoot?” she asked him after catching her breath.

“Well pardon me for not deciding on a name beforehand,” Discord mused. “Savor this moment, because next time, it’s your turn.”

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