Pacing around her office, Pinkie has old fashioned noir music playing on a record as she paces back and forth in front of her desk, thinking to herself as bubbles float up from her pipe.

"A fake mustache drawn onto Twilight's muzzle while she slept, the soda at Sugar Cube Corner all flat instead of fizzy and now my trombone is missing. There's been a massive crimewave in Ponyville, but Detective Pinkie is on the job!"