I. Let's begin

(Vocoder)
Here’s a story for your to hear
Of pony pain, and utter fear
Happiness is absent here

(Ethan Proulx)
Are you hungry?

II. Ponyville: All Is Normal

(Spoken) [bad word] to our little town!
The stories here are never down.
The happiness floats all around,
And little could go wrong.
Well, not to long ago, it seems,
Something changed within this dream;
Maybe we’re just losing steam,
I mean, It’s been so long...
But here’s a story, a tale you see,
About one which we call “Pinkie”,
And though the details are bleary,
I’ll keep you informed with this song.

Every [bad word] look here:
Rainbow Dash is full of fear
For the [bad word] event,
Something which she’d circumvent.
Talented young Pegasi,
Off to cloudsdale, in the [bad word] riding high;
So much that could go awry.
So her friends devised a plan
To assist her, lend a hand,
Be support within the crowd.
(Fluttershy just wasn’t loud)
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”
“Help me chase away my fears”

III. Cloudsdale: Young [bad word] 
She signed up, then we hit the town.
To calm her nerves, we walked around.
Visited the school, we saw the sights,
Ain’t trippin balls, that [bad word] was tight!
So we made our way through the city,
Though rainbow dash still felt [bad word] 
Still we went around for things to see;
Ended up (in a rainbow factory),
Where rarity, that pompous [bad word] 
Decided, by some mental glitch,
That she would join [bad word] that night,
Forgetting poor young rainbow’s plight.
Short time later, we all sat,
Waiting for our favorite cat
To fin’lly make her trick debut;
If only we knew what we do…

IV. The Rainboom: Awakening

Rarity fell, and rainbow went after,
Picking up speed, the audience silent.
Rainbow dash sped till she reached the speed barrier;
Out came a ring, of colours so vibrant.
They always said that a rainboom was legend.
Pinkie, however, had seen it before,
Back at her home, when she was a filly.
Memories came back and horrors galore!

(Vocoder)
Next In Line
You're not fine
It's your Time
Time To Shine

What to do, I’m feeling kinda woozy!
I haven’t felt this since I was a filly.
Oh god, why did you ever do that, daddy.
Now I remember just how it has scarred me!
I’m paranoid about the ones around me!
Who’s gonna be the next to try to hurt me?
So much for happy, yeah, so much for Pinkie!
I feel something in me trying to break free.

V. Party Of One

(Spoken)
About a week later, Pinkie, in an attempt to make herself feel better, did what she did best, and threw a party, in this instance celebrating the birthday of her pet alligator. The party was swell, but the entire time she couldn’t help but notice that the ponies she called friends seemed almost tired of her antics. This caused Pinkie to [bad word] even more paranoid, as the following day she attempt to throw yet another party, this time [bad word] of the party from the night before. However, despite her best efforts, nopony seemed able, or for that matter willing, to attend. It was at this that Pinkie finally snapped.

Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.
What are they doing, is it right before my eyes?
Secrets and lies. Secrets and lies.
I’m getting frantic, growing louder are my cries.
I’m getting tired of excuses and evasions
Why don’t they face me, just admit the situation?
What have I done, are they afraid my celebration
Will make them sick or make them dull or make them mad or make them sad or make them angry, make them frantic, make them crazy, make them loopy, make it painful, make it sickly, make it random, make it icky, break my mind and leave me twitchy, nothing left of poor old Pinkie! what has happened to me, tell me, daddy why’d you do that to me! NO!

Wha