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(fade in to an overhead shot of Ponyville during the day. The camera, set somewhat above the town square pavilion, zooms in on the area beyond it, where three tiny figures can be seen on a hill between some houses. A dissolve to a close-up reveals them to be Twilight Sparkle, Marx and Spike. The baby dragon has a rock balanced on his head, some leaves around his neck, and a twig in his hand like a cane; the unicorn aims her glowing horn at him, strain showing on her face. While Marx sits on the ground bored watching. A quick poof turns the leaves into a black tuxedo jacket and ruffled white shirt with a red bow tie, and a second one leaves him holding a gold-headed walking stick instead of a twig. He looks back over his shoulder with slight trepidation.)
Twilight: Eyes over here, Spike!
Spike: Uh, sorry. (She goes back to it.)
Marx: Can't you hurry? This spell is not very hard.
Twilight: Speak for yourself. Not for everypony it is easy.
( the rock bobs up off Spike head and changes into a glossy top hat. He is promptly distracted by Pinkie Pie's voice, coming from the vicinity he glanced toward.)
Pinkie: Ooh!
(The brand-new headwear promptly resumes its rock-like qualities and drops squarely on Spike's noggin, smashing him down o.s. By the time he hits the ground, his tux and stick have turned back as well.)
Marx: (laugh) I like the ending.
Twilight: (annoyed) Spike! This magic needs our full attention to make it happen! There's no other way!
Spike: I can't help it! (gesturing her to him) Look!
(The something is the hyperactive pink pony, who sticks her head-covered by an umbrella hat-out from behind a tree and dashes into some bushes. Next she ducks underneath a porch, risks a peek, and zips away to a rock. As Twilight, Marx and Spike look on, totally bewildered, she lifts it up off herself and darts away, letting it slam back down. Twilight sighs impatiently.)
Twilight: Never mind her. She's just being Pinkie Pie.
Spike: Super-extra-Pinkie Pie today.
(Pinkie's next move is to tiptoe across the green space between two houses; before she gets clear, though, she stops stock-still and her tail begins to twitch. She eyes it as if it were a rattlesnake about to strike.)
