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“I, Pinkie Pie,

am a loser.”

There, I said it. Are you happy?

Whoever you are?

Wherever you are?

I hope you’re happy.

I just want you to be happy.

All of you.

What a mess

this dame is.

Sittin’ there,

Mopin’ at a party.

Her own party.

Can’t even have

any fun.

Won’t even take

any cake.

What kinda scum

does this to a gal?

Ups and leaves her

split like a flint?

“What’s that, Rocky?

Did you say something?”

“I said you ain’t a loser, Pinkie.

There ain’t anything wrong with youse.

It’s them that’s wrong.”

“Them?”

“Zem.” And zat eez all

Madame Le Flour

will say of zem

in polite company.

“Them.”

Your old friends.

The ones you used to have.

Toots, wake up

and smell the pumice.

‘Fore it pummels ya.

They left ya.

Tossed by the wayside.

How clear

do I gotta make that?

What do I gotta say

to convince youse

that they were never

no good in the first place?

Ain’t my name Rocky,

or ain’t it?

Trust me.

“I trust you, Rocky.”

No. I don’t trust him.

He’s a plenty good friend.

The best stack of rocks

I’ll ever find.

But my other friends

were better.

I liked them more.

I want them to say

I’m not a loser.

“I trust you, Rocky.

But my parties aren’t...

They’re not good enough...”

Not anymore.

Not for them.

“Says who?

"Says who, huh?

Tell me.

Take a load off.

Rocky’s here.”

Indeed,

as well as zee Madame.

She eez here also.

We are here for you,

Miz Pinkie Pie.

“So tell me, toots:

Says who?”

“Says them.”

“And what of zem?

Zees party eez good.

I like zees party.

Does my word

not count

for somezing too,

eh?”

“It does,

Your words mean

a lot to me.

It’s just

they don’t like my

parties.

And their words mean

a lot too.”

Again with the ponies.

Again with the ponies!

Dame gives me a headache.

Have some punch,

ya crazy broad.

It’s a party.

Act like it.

“I want them to,

y’know,

to like me again.

Like they did before.”

“I’m your best friend now.

You don’t need nuffin’

and nopony else.”

“I guess...”

“But surely you jest,

sir Rocky.

Eet eez I

who am her

best friend now.”

“So I’m your best friend,

ignorin’ Biscuits there.”

Cheeky rockhead!

Zee nerve!

Zee stony nerve!

Why do I not leap

from my seat

and topple him?

Eet eez beyond me.

Eef Miz Pie could just

reach me over and

knock zee rock zhere...

Ah, zhank you, Miz Pie.

for doing zat for me.

You are a true friend.

I spit on zee rock!

“And zat eez

Madame Le Flour

to you!”

Ow, my head.

Don’t worry, Pinkie.

Know you didn’t mean

nuffin’ by it.

The sack, though...

"I'll call ya Biscuits.

Like what you're gonna be

when I’m through with youse.”

“Outrage!”

“Guys, guys.

Let’s not fight

over me.”

I try to stop them.

Put them on opposite

sides of the table.

Build Rocky back up.

Give Madame Le Flour

a look.

“I don’t want to lose

any more friends.”

Oh, zat will not happen.

“We will not leave you.

We love you, Pinkie.”

“Yeah, I ain’t goin’ nowheres.”

Maybe the sack might.

But not ol' Rocky.

Twilight Sparkle,

and Rainbow Dash,

and Applejack,

and Fluttershy,

and Rarity...

They’d said that too.

They’d said

they wouldn’t leave me.

Not for anything.

“I’ve been told that

before...”

“But we mean it.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Not like those others.”

“No, not like zem.”

“How do I know that?”

“It’s simple, doll.

We like ya.

They don’t.

Who else do ya got?

Who else do we got?

Look at me:

I’m rocks.

Where am I gonna

run off to?”

“Since you

put it like that,

I guess...”

I swear,

this mare

needs some sense

pounded inta her.

What do I need?

A sign?

Hmph!

Zee rock, with hees,

how you say?

Bluntness.

Eet eez no way to treat

a delicate flower

like Miz Pinkie.

“Darling, relax.

We are going nowhere.

We owe everyzing

to you!

And you alone!

As well as

zees magnifique party!

No?”

“You really,

really,

think it’s great?”

“Better.”

“Certainement!

Een fact, might I

sample a slice

of zat no-doubt

sumptuous cake?”

Oh, of course,

Madame Le Flour.

Anything for you.

Best friends do these

things for each other.

Don’t they?

“Have as much

as you’d like.

My other friends...

My used-to-be friends...

They aren’t going to

want it.

They’re not coming

to this party

anyway...”

Bravo,

applause.

Girl gets it at last.

"You don’t need them, toots.

You don’t need any of them.

Not to have

a good time.

This is a party.

You gotta live it up."

Can’t weigh yourself down,

with all these regrets.

Not when you got

new friends like us.

Better friends.

Like us.

“Oh, I am so pur-roud

of you,

Miz Pinkie!

You are finally

learning to let go!”

“Letting go?

Well, no.

I didn’t mean it

like that.”

“C’mon, Pinkie.

Ya got it in ya to drop ‘em.

Drop ‘em.”

Drop ‘em.

Drop ‘em like a sacka flour.

Ya got it in ya.

What if I

don’t want to—

don’t want to

let go?

“Eet really eez

for zee best.

Zey were not

treating you...”

Maybe

my old friends

don’t like me

anymore...

Miz Pinkie,

are you leestening?

Leesten to us.

We know

what eez best.

To ease your pain.

Eef only

you would leesten.

“Dearie?”

But can’t I

still like them?

Can’t I?

Can’t I?

I don’t know...

I want to.

They aren’t—

They weren’t

so bad.

“I think

we’re losin’ her,

Biscuits.”

“So eet seems.”

“Maybe we might

need

some back-up.”

“I zuppose...

you are correct.”

Ah! A boor zee rock eez.

And yet,

not as dumb as zee brick.

Do not worry,

Miz Pinkie.

We shall help.

Just can’t stand it...

Why do they

hate me

and my parties?

What did I do?

What could I

have fixed?

Done better?

“Miz Pinkie!”

I don’t know

what

I can do

to do better...

“Miz Pinkie!”

“Hey!”

Oh!

Rocky.

Madame Le Flour.

I’m

so sorry.

I should have

been listening.

I should have—

should have...

“Listen:

me and Biscuits

have been talkin’ it

over...”

“And we

zeenk zees party...”

“...Is bad?”

Oh for the love of—!

You’re killin’ me here!

Don’t you get it?

The parties

were never the problem.

You

were never the problem.

It was them.

It was always them!

We’ll get you

straight yet, toots.

“Non! We zeenk

zees party,

eez most wonderful.”

“Thank you,

I guess...”

“But perhaps,

more friends...?

To celebrate

zees occasion?

Gummy’s after-birzhday

is only once a year,

you know.”

“Friends?

I don’t have

all that many

more friends...”

Not since

I lost

all of mine.

I still have...

No, wait.

No I don't...

“I know a guy.

A good guy.

Tall, dark,

and turnip.

You’ll love him.”

“And Sir Lintalot!

He eez

zee most perfect guest.

So suave!

So chivalrous!”

“I guess

it couldn’t hurt.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Oui, oui!”

“I can go

and get them

if you want.

I’ve got some

invitations left.”

Invitations

for my old friends.

For Twilight

and Dashie

and all the rest.

But maybe...

maybe I do

need some new friends.

Couldn’t hurt?

But—

“You promise

you’ll stay here,

right?

“You won’t

go anywhere?”

“Ain’t got no

place to go.”

“On my life,

Miz Pinkie.

We shall

stay put.

“Worry not,

Miz Pinkie.

We will do

all we can

to help make

zees party grand

for you.”

“And only you, toots.”

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This party

looks like it might

be a good party.

Maybe a great one.

And with

Mr. Turnip,

And Sir Lintalot,

And with

the party hats...

Maybe now

it’ll be the party

my friends deserve.

Maybe.

Maybe Maybe Maybe

Maybe Maybe Maybe Maybe

Maybe Maybe Maybe

But now to be

the best party host

I can be

so my new friends

won’t want to leave.

Like all the ponies did.

Smiles and punch

all around.

They settle in

on their stools:

Rocky,

and Madame Le Flour,

and Mr. Turnip,

and Sir Lintalot,

and Gummy.

They look...

happy.

They look happy.

To be here.

At my party.

“Thank you all

so much for coming

to this after-birthday party!

“It means so much

to Gummy...”

And it means

so much

to me.

And me.

And me.

It’s so good

to have

friends

again.