We’re all scared of Pinkie Pie. She could come at any time. Wearing any hat. To drag you off, to a party. With party games, and party food, and party cannons. Many ponies have died in a Pinkie Pie party, their names forgotten by the terrified residents of Ponyville, who dare not speak of it, lest Pinkie hear them and try to… (gasp) make them smile. Oh Sweet Celestia, the horror! The laughing, giggling horror of it all!