“Howdy, howdy, Mr. Chicken!” Pinkie Pie greeted, crossing her eyes and faking a goofy country voice as she spoke through her hand-made hand puppet. “How do you like my new hat?”

“Hiya, Señor Huevos!” Pinkie bawked in reply, her rubber chicken squeaking loudly as she gave it a little squeeze. “You look nice, but you look different. Did you shave off your mustache?”

Looking down, Pinkie could see the face of her son, PBJ lit up with joy and laughter. But as much as she wanted to just sit there and watch her son being such a cutie, she knew the show must go on.

After all, her son was much easier to handle once he was settled down and distracted. Otherwise, he would be running around the house in a rambunctious rampage. They’d be impossible to keep up with! Especially at his mom's enormous size.

So Pinkie carried on, once again with a silly country accent. “I sure did, Mr. Chicken! Sometimes it’s nice to have a bit of a change!”