(Opening shot: fade in to the sun shining brightly in a clear sky during the day. Tilt down toward ground level.)
Twilight Sparkle: Wow, what a gorgeous day!
(Stop on her, out for a walk through a tree-lined stretch of Ponyville, with Spike on her back and Marx beside her.)
Spike: Rainbow Dash must’ve gotten up early for once and cleared all the clouds away.
(Long overhead shot of the town square; she heads toward the pavilion. Not a single other pony is in sight.)
Twilight: I bet all of Ponyville is gonna be out enjoying the sunshine.
Marx: But here is no one.
Twilight:(she looks around.) What? Where is everypony?
(Her perspective panning across one street as a tumbleweed drifts by. One pony slams the upstairs shutters closed, while another yanks her daughter in off the front step and closes the door. Back to Marx, Twilight and Spike.)
Spike: Is it some sort of pony holiday?
Twilight: Not that I know of.
Marx: Maybe everypony has decided to leave the town. (grin)
Twilightc (roll her eyes) Very funny.
Marx: (he shrug) I can dream.
Spike: Does my breath stink? (Now in view, he blows out fire and sniffs.)
Twilight: Not more than usual. (Outside again.)
Spike: Is it… (frightened) …zombies?
Twilight: Uh, not very likely.
Spike: Not likely…but possible?
Marx: If there were zombies around here by now we would be eaten. (Spike trembles at what he heard)
Twilight: Don't listen to him Spike.
(they stops abruptly and looks ahead; a cut to they're perspective shows that she is facing Sugarcube Corner’s front door, the top half of which is open to reveal the lights out. The camera pans slowly away from it, but Pinkie Pie sticks her head into view before it can pass out of frame. She keeps her voice down on the following three lines.)
Pinkie: Twilight! Marx! Spike! (ducking down, beckoning with hoof) Come here!
(Side view of the puzzled unicorn and her rider.)
Pinkie: (from inside, beckoning) Come here! (Head pokes out.) Hurry! Before they gets you!
(This time when she pulls her head back, Twilight and Marx follows it inside.)
Spike: Who? The zombie pony?
(Cut to Pinkie, who has the light in hoof—a small firefly lantern—and trains it on herself.)
Pinkie: (shuddering mightily) Zombie pony?
(Back to Twilight,Marx and Spike. He hunkers down and grabs hold of her even more tightly than he is doing right now, prompting an irritated glare.)
Twilight: Spike, there are no zombie ponies. (He gets off.) Pinkie, what are you doing here alone in the dark?
Pinkie: (from o.s.) I’m not alone in the dark.
(Zoom out slightly, the lights coming up enough to reveal Applejack, Apple Bloom, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity gathered behind her on the shop floor. She gasps; close-up.)
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