Cloudy Skies All Day

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”…Ninety Nine…One Hundred!”

It didn’t take too long before Cotton Cloudy was down counting down the numbers. The game was on, and it was time to figure out a plan on how to do this. Cloudy listened as Rumble explained his idea on how to track down Pinkie. She had thought splitting up a good idea, but he also had a point. If only they had more ponies they could have done both by having search teams. Oh well, that wasn’t an option so she would go with what he said.

”Okay, sounds good to me.” Cotton Cloudy replied, looking around to see what direction that they should start looking in. As she did so, however, she heard Rumble raise a concern that she didn’t think of.

”Oh, um…” she started, trying to think if in fact she had set any kind of boundaries on the game. Her face soon drooped in despair as she realized that…

”No, I don’t think we did….uh oh.”

This was going to be a long game of hide and seek.

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Unbeknownst to the foals, the distance Pinkie had run was a clever diversion.


What she had actually done was taken a turn on a nearby path, wound around, and returned at a tree right behind them. Pinkie could still hear them counting as she climbed into the hollow of a tree, bunching up trying to stifle a giggle.

"They'll NEVER find me in here...It's a fullproof plan..." Pinkie whispered to herself, grinning mischievously as she awaited the long...wait for the foals until they finally gave in...

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Dinky began to wonder where to look. She had learned how to play the game with muffins, so she sniffed them out. It was pretty similar with her momma. She smelled like muffins too. "Hm... Pinkie smells like cupcakes, sugar, and balloon rubber!" She nodded to herself, and began sniffing across the path, trying to get a track on the pink party pony.

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Rumble followed Dinky while looking around. His purple eyes searched around for any sign of something pink that could be Pinkie Pie. "We'll find Pinkie Pie somehow." he said, trying to keep Cotton Cloudy's spirits up. Dinky and her mom loved muffins, and if they could sniff out hidden muffins, maybe Pinkie wasn't too much different from a muffin? One thing was certain, Rumble wasn't going to make it easy for Pinkie to stay hidden!

The gray colt tried to think outside of the box for an answer. What would Daring Do do? They were hunting the elusive Pinkie Pie in her natural habitat. The three hunters had the disadvantage of their prey. The wild Pinkamenas Pie-icus knew all the ins and outs of Ponyville, had more stamina, was faster, and a head start on them. How could they possibly catch up to her?

"I got it!" Rumble exclaimed, bouncing into the air excitedly. "If Dinky can't sniff Pinkie Pie out, we'll set a trap! Maybe if we start one of the songs she sings and stop mid sentence it'd bug her enough to finish it. Oh, oh, she knows everypony in town. One of us can dress up like someone new in Ponyville, and then Pinkie would have to come say hello!"

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”Well, I guess that's one way to do it...” Cotton Cloudy replied as Dinky began to sniff for Pinkie Pie. It seemed a little odd, and Cotton Cloudy wondered if Dinky was part dog or something, but if it found Pinkie Pie then there was nothing to complain about. And it wouldn't be surprising if Pinkie Pie smelled like sugar and cupcakes; she was probably made of it considering how much she loved them. Of course with that logic would that mean that she, Cotton Cloudy, would be made out of clouds? That would be interesting...but that would be a thought for later.

Much more interesting was Rumble's suggestion of a musical number as a trap for her, or dressing up as a new pony in town. Both of which might work if they couldn't sniff her out; it all depended on how dedicated to the game Pinkie Pie was. Although Cotton Cloudy wasn't sure how well singing would work; she wasn't necessarily great at singing. Not bad, but not good either.

”Uhm, I kind of like the second idea better. I'm sure we could get some clothes from somewhere, hide our cutie marks, and she wouldn't be able to tell! At least not till she's close enough that we can catch her.”