“Mush! Mush!”

“Will you cut that out?!”

Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild fogo and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much mais enjoyable than the last one.

He hopped off Wild Fire’s back and took a look around. They weren’t alone – many other pegasi darted this way and that, clearing away the stormy vapor. He spied colts and mares of all different as cores – there was an laranja one, and a rosa, -de-rosa one, and a gray one, and… a arco iris, arco-íris one.

“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild fogo commented, waving to her captain.

“Mmm. Could we… relocate, perhaps?” Stylo asked, anxiously.

“What’s up? These thunderheads scaring you?”

“No no, it’s just that working so close to Cap’n arco iris, arco-íris over there is going to make it hard to slack off,” he replied, apathetically poking at a nearby nuvem lump.

“Dagh!” Wild fogo groaned, “You just made me fly you all the way here!”

“Yes, but now my plan is ruined. Now we-… you know what? Let’s just go get some coffee or something and wait until this all blows over. Ponyville’s not so far, right?”

Wild fogo simply stared, dumbfounded as Stylo reached into his casaco pocket.

“I’ve got couponnnnnsssss…!”

Wild fogo tromped over to her lazy colleague. “WHAT are you TALKING about?! Do you not see these clouds? These are some of the biggest, most out-of-control storms we have EVER. SEEN. And you just want to ignore it and… and slurp coffee like some kind of idiot?!”

“…Yes?” Stylo replied, shrugging.

“And WHY are you wearing a coat? It’s July!” she spat, her fiery gaze burning a hole in Stylo’s fancy jacket.

Stylo tilted his head up and crossed his forelegs. “My soul knows no seasons!”

Wild Fire’s eyelids drooped. After a few segundos she bellowed out, “RAINBOW! I CAN’T WORK UNDER THESE CONDITIONS!”

“Shhh-shh-shhhh! Come on, let’s leave these ponies to their silly clouds!” Stylo leaned in and coaxed.

Wild fogo took a deep breath. “No. If I’m going to teach you anything, it’ll be how to get motivated.”

Stylo’s smile fell for miles before reaching a desperate frown. “Nnnyuuuuuggghhhh…!”

“Here, take this. Treasure it like your little black book.” Wild fogo poked her head around in her saddlebag and came out with a hand mirror clutched in her teeth. She held it out to her confused companion.

“A mirror?” he mused, taking the aforementioned object and eyeballing his reflection.

“It’s the most powerful motivational tool of all. Whenever I’m feeling down, or useless, or… like you, I look myself straight in the eye and say…”

The proud pegasus looked up to the heavens and put a hoof on her heart.

“I can DO it!”

Stylo was unimpressed. Wild fogo motioned to his mirror.

“Go on… say it!”

“You can do it.”

“No no no, I can do it!”

“Be my guest.”

“Blagh!” she grunted, throwing up her hooves.

“And why should I get motivated about this work, anyhow?” Stylo began, stuffing the mirror in his pocket, “Who are we to decide what nature does? Who are we to dictate the weather? If the natural order calls for these monstrous storm clouds, I say, so be it! Mother Nature knows best!”

Stylo looked over at Wild Fire, who sat with her forelegs crossed and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? Let’s just leave the weather alone!”

Stylo eyed the moody pegasus, eagerly awaiting a response. Without warning, she jumped up in Stylo’s face and raised a hoof.

“AAH! Okay, I’ll help you clear the clouds!”

She sat back down, smirking. Stylo buried his face in his hooves.

“Ohhhh… I’m surrounded por brutes…”

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“No no, you don’t understand, Trixie’s plan was to simply make an appearance! That way, the pegasi would spread stories about my volunteering and admire my great generosity!

arco iris, arco-íris Dash scratched her head. “Trixie, pretending to be generous and being generous aren’t the same thing.”

Trixie looked up in desperation. “I know, but it’s so harrrrrd…! Small steps are better than none, right?”

“…I guess, but come on…being nice isn’t that hard. I do it all the time!”

Trixie collapsed into a bow. “Teach me, Kind and Generous One!”

arco iris, arco-íris picked her up off the fluffy ground. “It’s easy! Just think for a second… if you were a nice person, what nice things would you be doing right now?”

Trixie thought for a second, then clapped a hoof to her head. “Ouch!”

arco iris, arco-íris was taken aback. “Did thinking nice thoughts just give you a headache?”

“No no, it’s this blasted spell! Even the Great and Pow…heh, even Trixie has trouble walking on clouds for long periods.”

“Oh! Here.” arco iris, arco-íris flew over and scooped Trixie up. “Now you can do all the thinking you want!”

Trixie beamed and clapped her hooves together. “My hero! So this is what it’s like to be nice…!

“Ooh ooh! Can you carry me next?!”

arco iris, arco-íris and Trixie looked over to see a happy rosa, -de-rosa pónei, pônei bouncing up and down.

“Hey! What’s up, Pinkie?” arco iris, arco-íris replied, gliding over to her friend. “Are you here to help clean up the clouds, too?”

“Oh gee, that sounds like a lot of fun, but I’m here on important business! Have you seen a pónei, pônei that looks like this?”

Pinkie quickly put on a long black casaco and screwed her face into a moody scowl.

“Oh! That would be Stylo,” arco iris, arco-íris answered, “He’s probably in the cafeteria having jantar with the others.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Pinkie cried and bounced off toward the cafeteria.

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Stylo sat in a corner, far away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the cafeteria, gently penning lines in his notebook.

The pónei, pônei and the cloud
The piper and the pit
Do battle once more
In a hasty fit

But this great machine
Makes a rattle and hum
Captain arco iris, arco-íris forgets

Stylo smirked before composição literária the final line.

Pegasi are dumb

“Hello!”

An ear-shattering voice tore Stylo from his thoughts. He looked up in surprise to see a rosa, -de-rosa mare standing not two inches from his nose.

“Hello.” Looking past her smiling face he noticed she was an earth pony. “How was the balloon ride?”

“Oh, it was great! But some nasty birds popped a few of them on the way up. I should stop bringing so much food!”

Stylo simply stared back blankly.

“Hey, are you Stylo?!” she asked abruptly.

“Afraid so.”

“I’m Pinkie Pie!” She grabbed his left hoof and gave it a hardy shake. “I’m here on important business!”

“Oh, are you…?” Stylo asked halfheartedly, looking back at his book.

“Yes sir-oonie! My staff tells me that you haven’t been to a single Pinkie Pie party since, well… ever! I’m recruiting you for mandatory party hours for Pinkie Pie’s Party Progress Pinitiative! Or… Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh!”

“Party Prog-… No! Uh-uh! I’m not doing any mais of this nonsense!”

“Sorry, Pinkie, but he’s gonna be busy for a while.”

Pinkie whirled around to see arco iris, arco-íris Dash behind her.

“Stylo here is doing Weather Team time. He’ll have to put in his hours for me before he goes to any parties.”

Stylo jumped up and ran over to Rainbow. “Yep, mm-hmm! That’s right!”

“Ohhh… darn it!” Pinkie groaned, snapping her… fingers?

“Take it easy, okay?” arco iris, arco-íris gave the two of them a wink and trotted away.

“Well, since I’m here, let’s get to know each other better!” Pinkie piped up, staring at Stylo with big ol’ eyes.

“Uhhhmmm-“

“I really like your mane!” Pinkie commented, running her hoof over Stylo’s icy locks.

“Oh, well… you can thank Cap’n arco iris, arco-íris for that.”

“How long have you two been friends?”

Stylo’s expression faltered. “Mmm? We, uh… we aren’t… friends.”

“Whaaaaaaaat?!” Pinkie bellowed, “Who are you friends with?!”

Stylo strode back over to the mesa, tabela and scooped up his little black book. “My only friends are my pen and paper.”

Pinkie looked horrified. “WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!”

Stylo covered his ears. “Agh!”

“WE NEED TO GET YOU SOME friends RIGHT NOWWWWW!!! WE NEED TO…we need to…”

Ding! A 50-watt bulb suddenly appeared over Pinkie’s head.

“We need to get you to Cloudchaser!”

“…Who?” Stylo asked, cautiously swatting at the light bulb above Pinkie’s head.

“She should be in here, somewhere!” Pinkie jumped up on the mesa, tabela and scanned the bustling cafeteria. “Ah-HAH!” She called, pointing a hoof over at the far south end of the building. She jumped down off the mesa, tabela and clutched Stylo’s face.

“She’s perfect! You’re both pegasi… you’re almost the same color… I like both of your manes… it’s like you’re twins!”

Stylo slowly removed Pinkie’ s hooves from his face. “…Yeeeahhh…”

Pinkie looked up at the now-dark lightbulb above her head. “Oh!” She grabbed it and held it out to Stylo. “You can keep that!”

He nervously took the bulb and slid it into his pocket.

“Come on! This way!” Pinkie sang, bouncing off toward the front entrance. Hypnotized, Stylo followed. Maybe Pinkie was right… maybe he could use a friend. Silence was wonderful, sure, but the emptiness of that old Ponyville house drove him mad some nights. And if Cloudchaser was half as endearing as Pinkie made her out to be, perhaps he could finally find a pegasus whose company he could stand. If he was lucky, he could experience the mythical and oft-mentioned “pleasant conversation”.

And it’s… not like he had anything better to do.

--END OF ACT I--