>You find yourself idly sifting through your collection of coupons, sleepily planning your next trip to the store as any responsible adult would, when your loving wife Floor, tugs at the bottom of your shirt with her mouth.
>Her expression was something akin to a mix of nervousness and concern.
"Something the matter, hon?"
>"Y-yeah..."
>She glances outside the kitchen window, and before she says another word, she shuts the blinds.
>She then clears her throat and speaking in a hushed tone. "Have you uh... noticed anything weird lately? Since we moved back to Equestria..."
>You pause you coupon clipping for a moment.
"Well... I guess everyone has been particularly friendly since we came back, but I always chalked that up to Ponyville being the 'hub of friendship and comradery' or whatever..."
>You met Floor in Manehatten, and you remember them being a little rougher over there in the big city.
>"Yeah, but it's- it's *too* friendly! And- And everypony seems so..." She circles a hoof in the air a bit. "Kiddish!"
"Kiddish? I mean..."
>Your eyes narrow.
>She.. does have a point.
>You don't remember ponies being so... carefree.
>Everyone seems to have the rambunctious nature of a foal and never seem to tire of their silly antics...
>Not only that, you've yet to meet a pony with a bad thing to say.
"I remember there being a lot more grumps..."
>You're pretty sure you haven't even heard a single 'Buck me' or 'Horsefeathers' since you got here.
>And you remember that happening a lot before...
"Maybe you're right..."
>Floor nods along. "See? Something's off! Sometimes it even feels like somepony's-"
>Her ears perk. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
>You watch as Floor shuffles over to the back door and places an ear on it.
>"It's... talking."
"I'm sure it's just Lulu talking to herself. You know how she-"
>Floor lifts a hoof, making you trail off and go silent.
>...
>"...thatsreallycool...andwhat'sthatonesname...pebble? ilikethatname..."
>"ahn thaths pubblewerf!"
>"hellopuddlesworth!"
>The two of you exchange a glance.
>You can practically feel the motherly instinct boiling inside Floor as her brow furrows and she squints through the peephole looking into the backyard.
>"I knew it!"
"Knew what?"
>"I knew those weird suit ponies were fishy! Nopony wears *suits*!"
"Floor, are you..."
>She turns her head to you and gestures you over. "I-I'm not crazy, dammit! Come over here and *look*!"
>With a sigh, you set down your safety scissors and get up with a wince.
>Your poor knees...
"Alright, alright..."
>Now at the door, Floor gestures you to the peephole and you roll your eyes.
>This better not be some elaborate prank.
>You lean down and squint through the-
"Holy shit."
>It only takes a cursory glance at the buttery yellow pegasus wearing a black trench coat and shades floating just beside your young daughter sitting on the grass for you to bolt over to the kitchen sink and grab hold of a soaking wet sponge.
>"A-Anon what you going to-"
"Fixing the problem."

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