Happy Birthday from Trixie


                                            Be Anon

                                            >You knock on the wagon door, the wagon of Trixie Lulamoon. You hate to resort to this but the gag shop is all out of smoke bombs.

                                            >No answer. You never know what is going to happen when you knock on this door. You are prepared for anything.

                                            "Dammit Trixie!" You mumble.

                                            >You knock louder

                                            "Trixie! Are you in there?"

                                            >A clattering erupts inside followed by a sound of crashing and fumbling through boxes. Then a whizzing sound and several loud bangs.

                                            >Colored smoke pours out of the windows, then a sudden surge of sparks and minor fireworks.

                                            >You back away, not wanting to get blasted in the face with sparklers.

                                            "Trixie! Are you in..."

                                            >POOF! A burst of purple smoke abruptly explodes next to you, knocking you off your feet and into a mud puddle.

                                            >After a fit of coughing from within the smoke, you hear Trixie speaking as if addressing an audience.

                                            >"Behold! It is I, the Great and Powerful Trixie, greatest illusionist in all of Equestria!"

                                            >"Be entranced by the mystery of my prestidigitations!"

                                            "Uh...Trixie?"

                                            >"Be mesmerized by the splendor of my hypnotic abilities!"

                                            "Trixie. I'm not here to see a show."

                                            >"Be astonished by terrible dangers overcome by magic!"

                                            "TRIXIE!"

                                            >She stops in the middle of conjuring some hidden flowers from behind her cape.

                                            >"Anon! My greatest and most obsessed fan! What are you doing here?"

                                            "Well, at the moment I'm sitting in a mud puddle. Have you got a towel?"

                                            >"The Great and Powerful Trixie has many great and powerful towels!"

                                            >She disappears into her wagon for a moment and there is a loud rummaging sound.

                                            >She emerges and levitates a partially burned towel into your hand.

                                            >Better than nothing, you think as you wipe off the mud.

                                            "Actually, I came to ask you...

                                            >"Pick a card!"

                                            >She shoves a fanned out deck of cards in your face.

                                            >You sigh and take one. The 5 of cupcakes.

                                            "Ok, now what?"

                                            >"Now put it back randomly and don't tell me what it is."

                                            >She does some fancy shuffling and utters some magical nonsense."

                                            >"Is this your card?"

                                            >It's the ace of gum drops

                                            "Amazing Trixie! That was exactly my card!"

                                            >"Of course it was!"

                                            >She looks pleased and asks "Now what can the great and powerful Trixie do for her greatest fan?"

                                            "Actually, I just came to ask if you had any smoke bombs I could borrow. Pinkie and I are planning some pranks and the gag store is all out. I only need about five and I'd pay you back."

                                            >"Trixie is never without a multitude of assorted smoke bombs and will demonstrate her magnanimous graciousness by sharing some with you!"

                                            "Well, great! I really..."

                                            >She gives you a sly look and cuts you off. "I know you're totally obsessed and in love with me, but you didn't need to come up with that silly story just to come see me! Trixie will play along though."

                                            >You followe her as she trots over to her wagon and does some more rummaging.

                                            >Finally, after a great deal of clattering and pots and pans falling out of the door, she emerges with the five smoke bombs.

                                            "Thanks Trixie. I'll pay you back, promise."

                                            >"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands repayment now!"

                                            "Trixie! I haven't got any bits right now. Payday is in two days. Can you just wait till then?"

                                            >"Trixie does not require financial remuneration, she requires assistance grocery shopping."

                                            >You suppose it's not a bad exchange.

                                            "Ok, when?"

                                            >"Now."

                                            > You sigh.

                                            "I can't now Trixie. I've got to go knock out some chores so Pinkie and I have time to pull those pranks!

                                            >"Chores are nothing compared to the great and powerful assistance Trixie needs from her most obsessed fan!"

                                            >You sign again. She was kind enough to give you the smoke bombs after all. The chores can probably wait anyway.

                                            "Fine. You win!"

                                            >"Trixie always wins!"

                                            >You both walk to the grocery store and she designates you as the basket holder.

                                            "So what are we getting anyway"

                                            >"Trixie does not know. That is why she is in need of a great and powerful assistant!"

                                            "Wait, you dragged me to the grocery store and you don't know what you need?! What the heck?!"

                                            >You are about the throw down the basket and leave when Trixie puts a hoof to the side of her head, closes her eyes and starts humming.

                                            "W-what are you doing?"

                                            >"Trixie is using her powers of clairvoyance to determine what the fates desire that we get."

                                            >You roll your eyes. You don't have time for Trixie's nonsense.

                                            >"mmmmm. It's coming into view now. mmmmm. It looks like something related to a pastry!"

                                            >"mmmmm, And what's this? It seems there is frosting involved, lot's of it."

                                            "Pastries? Trixie, we could have just gone to the donut shop!"

                                            >"Don't be silly! If the fates wanted us to buy ready made donuts they would not have brought us to a grocery store!"

                                            >You're dumbfounded

                                            >"Clearly, I am meant to buy ingredients for pastries or something like them."

                                            "Well, what do you need me for then. You could have gotten those ingredients on your own."

                                            >"The Great and Powerful Trixie is a great and powerful illusionist, NOT a great and powerful pastry chef! She hasn't the slightest idea what ingredients to get. You will need to select them!"

                                            >You roll your eyes again. Now you are frustrated and resolve to just get it over with.

                                            >You and Trixie enter the store. Rolling up and down the aisles you toss in everything you can think of for pastries; flour, cooking oil, chocolate, surgar, etc.

                                            >Occasionally, Trixie stops to get magical visions of what is needed next.

                                            >Not sure if the fates wanted her to make apple turnovers or a lemon merengue pie, she had consulted the void extensively in the produce section.

                                            >Sometimes she stops to insist that a certain ingredient is not great and powerful enough. This happened when if came to the frosting. It took 30min for her to determine, based on samples provided by the clerk, which was greater and more powerful.

                                            .>Finally you finish and carry the groceries back to Trixie's wagon for her.

                                            "So, what are you going to make with all this stuff Trixie?"

                                            >She makes an arc through the air with her hoof, with sparks trailing after it.

                                            >"With this stuff Trixie will make magic, my dear assistant!"

                                            "Whatever you say Trixie."

                                            >Interactions with Trixie are always interesting.

                                            >You say goodbye and turn to walk away.

                                            >"Wait! As my most obsessed fan and my secret admirer, I know you will not want to miss my show this Friday! Here's a free ticket!"

                                            >You take the ticket.

                                            "Trixie, I can't this friday. It's my birthday and I'm hanging out with Rainbow Dash.

                                            >"See you Friday!" she says, completely ignoring you before disappearing into her wagon.

                                            >Friday comes and for some reason Rainbow Dash wants to see Trixie's magic show. Whatever.

                                            >You and Rainbow Dash take your places in the audience.

                                            >Trixie's putting on a good show actually. You are impressed with some new tricks she has, and she's polished up some of her old ones. She's starting to get really good.

                                            >"And now for my next and most powerfully amazing trick, I shall need a brave volunteer from the audience!"

                                            >She scans across the sea of raised hooves in the audience but stops at you.

                                            >"You there, surely a human is brave enough to take part in the most mesmerizing magic trick of all time!"

                                            "Oh, great." you mutter to yourself.

                                            >Rainbow Dash laughs at you and gives you a nudge.

                                            >Fine, let's get this over with.

                                            >She motions for you to sit in a chair.

                                            >"Now keep your eyes on Anon!" she instructs to the audience as she tosses a blanket over you.

                                            >You expect to fall through some trapdoor in the stage at any moment.

                                            >Instead she utters some magical nonsense words and swipes the blanket off of you.

                                            "WHAT?!"

                                            >There before you, on what was a blank portion of the stage, is a table with a magnificent birthday cake complete with burning candles.

                                            >"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" the crowd announces and sings the pony equivalent of the Happy Birthday song.

                                            >You look to Trixie

                                            "Trixie this is amazing! Was it your idea? I thought you didn't know how to make pastries?

                                            >"An idea this magnificent could have only been conceived in the mind of the Great and Powerful Trixies!"

                                            >"For making the cake, Trixie had assistance from her great and powerful friends!"

                                            "Thanks Trixie!"

                                            >You give her a hug and everypony is very happy. Everypony shares the cake and agrees that it is indeed great and powerful.