Applejack awoke to find herself in what appeared to be Pinkie's basement.  She was alone, and all the cheerful decorations Pinkie had put up down there were strangely ominous, making Applejack nervous.  She squirmed, ready to run away from this nightmare, when it became apparent that she was bound to a chair.  Looking down at herself and her bonds, she noticed that Pinkie had dressed her up in an old wedding dress.  Every pony in Ponyville knew Pinkie Pie to be very silly and at times to the point of being obscure, but never did anyone suspect of her of having a serious mental problem, which it appeared that she did have now.  But Applejack couldn't fully believe that Pinkie had snapped.  Not until she walked into the room wearing a ninja costume.  She tiptoed in and bounced across the room, doing cheesy ninja moves at the same time.  She appeared to be making some kind of elaborate symbol to her bodyguards, who trailed behind her.  Without making a sound, Pinkie gently untied Applejack.  Then, Pinkie and her bodyguards began to whale on Applejack.  Pinkie began ranting as well.

     "Whee-e-e-e-e-ere is he-e-e-e-e-e-e-!" she shrieked.  "I want my so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n!"  Applejack had sustained many blows to the head, and became extremely dizzy, but stayed up, reeling with pain.  

     "He's just my son!  Why did they take hi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-im!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"  Blood trickled down Applejack's bruised forehead as she was knocked from bodyguard to bodyguard like a ragdoll.  She cried out in agony as her first tooth chipped off, leaving only a bloody hole.  Pinkie did a series of martial arts moves that left Applejack on the ground, writhing in pain.  Pinkie leaned down to Applejack ear.

     "I told you to find him.  Why haven't you found him?  You've given me nothing.  So why should I trust you?"  Applejack wanted to get away, but her leg was broken, and Pinkie's bodyguard's would take her down in an instant.  Why the cuss did she listen to Granny Smith?  Now, she was going to die.  Pinkie pulled a gun out of what appeared to be thin air, and held it to Applejack's head.  She cocked it, and paused for effect.  Applejack didn't want to die.  But at this time, it seemed apparent, and so Applejack thought that she'd say, or in her state, splutter out her last words.

     "Pinkie, I don't know what you're......" Applejack's wounds pained her, and it hurt to even speak, but she still continued her last ditch attempt at survival.