"For Pete's sake, Pinkie Pie!" Spike cried aloud, shoving the errant pony off himself and Applejack, "We're trying to be quiet here!"
"Quiet?" Pinkie asked, cocking an eyebrow quizzically at Spike, as though he had just suggested that the sky was an odd shade of mauve-y russet, "But how can you have any fun being quiet?"
"Because we're not TRYING to have fun, we're-!" An idea suddenly hit Spike as hard as Derpy hit trees. "Oh, Pinkie, I've just remembered! There's a place that could really use your party-throwing skills."
The gasp she gave at this point made even Applejack cringe, "You mean it?!"
"Yes, now if-"
"As in, for real?"
"That's what I said, so-"
"For really real?!"
"Oh. Sorry," she giggled innocently.
"I've heard that there's a group of ponies in that dark cave there who really need some cheering up. We need you to go in there and, no matter WHAT you do, never stop trying to make them feel better, okay?"
"Okie-dokie-smokie-pokie!" and without a backward glance, Pinkie Pie pranced merrily down the rails leading into the murky depths of the mine.
"Now hold on just a cotton-pickin’ minute there," said Applejack sternly, approaching the diminutive dragon, "Jus’ what are you plannin’?"
"Well, remember how Rarity sent the dogs howling the first time by annoying them half to death?"
"We may not have Rarity (in all her glorious magnificence), but if I'm right in saying that Pinkie Pie is so annoying that she should be banned by international treaty, that shouldn't be a problem. They come running out with their tails between their legs, and when they do, you wrassle them up and I take back Rarity's jewel." Spike paused for effect, grinning toothily and fingering his sombrero.
Applejack gave Spike a funny look, Hm... I mean, it could work, she thought to herself, but can we really just lie to Pinkie about what's down there?
"What if Pinkie Pie gets hurt down there Spike?" said Applejack after a short, contemplative, silence, "What if them Diamond Dogs have, I don't know, earmuffs on this time? How're we gonna make sure that that silly pony doesn't get herself into a heap o' trouble?"
Spike didn't look concerned, "Well, if we don't hear from Pinkie Pie by sundown, we'll go in and look for her!" Spike sat down under the closest source of shade he could find; a small plant that sat at the foot of the mine entrance.
Winona growled softly and looked up at Applejack, "Yeah Winona, I'm not sure if I like this idea much either, but Pinkie Pie is definitely somepony who can take care a' herself," comforted Applejack softly, "But I don't plan on waitin' until sun down to run into them mines after her. Pinkie Pie is just one pony, and I learned the hard way once myself; one pony and a whole dang lot o' problems jus' don't add up!" said Applejack, taking a seat on the ground herself. Winona seemed satisfied with that answer, and the dog curled up comfortably at Applejack's side.
"Hellooo! Is anypony down here?" Pinkie Pie hopped ever deeper into the mine, oblivious to the spider webs and broken down mining equipment scattered all over. The mine was wide at the mouth, but had begun to narrow, and the smothering darkness of its depths was only occasionally interrupted by flickering candlelight, "This seems like an awfully spooky place for a party!" said Pinkie with no small amount of joy.
"Oooh! Maybe it’s a surprise party!" she said to herself in a hushed whisper, hopping just slightly more quietly than before. Pinkie Pie perked up suddenly. The candle ahead of her seemed to be shining quite a bit brighter than the last ones. Perhaps she had finally reached the party room! Pinky gasped loudly, "I can't wait to help with the party! Oooh, I bet there'll be cakes and cookies and cupcakes and candy and Canter Cola!"
Pinkie hopped twice as fast towards the light, but when she finally arrived, what she saw blew her away, "Omigosh... this doesn't look like a party!"
"Go ponies! Pull!" screamed the head Diamond Dog. "You ponies no make fools of Diamond Dogs eh heh heh." Pinkie Pie was looking down into a massive chamber, where the Diamond Dogs surrounded two carts full of gems. Two carts which were being pulled by Lyra and Bon-Bon!
"Oh no!" whispered Pinkie Pie to herself. "Those mean ol' Diamond Dogs crashed the party! And they're making those poor ponies haul gems around! And look!" Pinkie focused her vision in on the head Diamond Dog's necklace. "That looks like Spike's jewel!"
Pinkie Pie got quiet for a minute as she thought about what to do. "It looks like I'm going to have to get this party going again!" she giggled to herself, "Pinkie Pie style."
"This is the worst spa I've ever been to!" said Lyra to Bon-Bon, as they pulled their gem carts forward.
"Ugh, I know! Its like, so not therapeutic! I would much rather be at that dashing spa back in Ponyville," replied Bon-Bon miserably, as her cart wheel let loose a pained squeak.
"I mean, seriously, what kind of spa treatment involves hauling gems around?" Lyra exclaimed, "Hmph, I'm going to need such a long bubble bath after this. Care to join me Bon-Bon?"
"Oh that sounds like so much fun!"
Lyra giggled, "I can't wait!"
"NO TALK PONIES! YOU MUST PULL GEMS TO RELAX PONY LEGS!" screeched the head Diamond Dog, "TALKING MAKE PONY MANE VERY ITCHY!"
Applejack impatiently paced the entrance of the mine, occasionally peeking in, hoping to see a bouncing Pinkie exiting the darkness, "Ohh, I dunno 'bout this, Winona...." Applejack said, turning to the nearing sunset.
Winona whimpered, as if urging Applejack to brave the cave with her. Applejack sat down, a somber look painted on her face, "I'm mighty worried 'bout her too girl, but we can't go jus' yet," she said, settling down on a soft patch of grass, "It still ain't sundown, and we don't wanna waste our time and energy lookin' through a dark an' scary cave."
Winona growled in response, glaring at Applejack in disappointment, "Oh hush, I know what 'ah said, but a plan's a plan," Applejack said, getting comfortable, "an' I'm stickin' to it. Besides, I'd had lied to Spike if I went an' charged down that there cave like a bull at a rodeo instead a waitin' fer sundown like I agreed to! Besides, I'm sure Pinkie's jus' fine by her lonesome... Now if you don' mind, I've got some Z's ta' catch...."
Applejack's head was now laying on the grass, and slowly her eyes blinked her to sleep. Winona was furious, and she began to bark at her friend, attempting to wake her up. Applejack continued to snore, deeply asleep. Winona barked even louder, but to no avail. Finally she began to do everything in her power to wake her pony pal up: pushing, shaking, jumping, biting, slapping her face, opening her eyelids, and all other kinds of annoying tactics.
Unfortunately the pony did not skip a breath, though Winona was exhausted! Eventually she gave up and moved on to Spike for assistance. Barking could not wake the sleeping dragon, and Winona's recent routine certainly did not help either. Flustered and frustrated, she recklessly rushed into the cave in search of her pink friend.
Applejack started to fidget on the grass, "No... P... Pinkie, w-watch out!”