HopeFul

You can stay with whoever claims Rainbow's house. lol

Um......... I wasn't saying it was dumbed down for children. All writers can have their off stories. There's always the lesser book/episode/movie, even while they may all be enjoyable. I just meant, it was intended to be a show for young children, so I don't get so upset about the poorly written episodes as I do movies and shows intended for higher audiences. My daughter enjoys it, and in the end, I'll play that episode for her, and not judge the bad story. I want to be able to laugh, smile, and sing with her. She loves the music and the animation. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to come across as bratty...That wasn't my intention at all.

My only complaint is that Rainbow is ridiculously fast. She should have flew off ahead of her friends in Sonic Rainboom speed to grab those darn elements. Outside of that, I liked it. It was rushed, yeah, but it's a kid's show. Not every episode is going to be perfectly executed.

I wish I had a million dollars. C'mon people. We need construction ponies. We need Rarity's house claimed. There's burger joints! There's flower stands! There's Zecora's home! All this and much more if you just step on down and take a pick! We guarantee your 100% satisfaction in these new homes. Not everyone can move to this super stupendous, seemingly endless (with joy, that is), one of a kind, refined town. Luckily for you, we have the thing you need-- *Gets shot*

I really love Pinkie Pie...I've been a major Fluttershy fan, and I usually connect Fluttershy with myself. In all actuality though, I'm more like Pinkie Pie. The part of me that's like Fluttershy are the pieces that strangers and newer friends see, but my husband sees the real me. That's Pinkie Pie through and through, even down to her disorder. At home, I'm hyper, talkative, and always seeking to make people in my home smile and laugh because it makes me smile and laugh in return (one of my favorite traits of my husband is his booming bold laugh). I think that, honestly, if the town I live in wasn't so anti-happiness, including my parents, I would have become a complete Pinkie Pie. I can't even approach people, let alone try to make them smile. At first I thought my husband would be the only one to see my problem and understand it (he claims I'm more like Pinkie than the others and that my keen instincts are my Pinkie sense), but I imagine there must be others on here who feel the same way, who also feel as though their mind is in a war of black and white. It's beautiful knowing I'm not alone. Borderline Personality Disorder, eh? At least I know it has a name. Hiiiiiiii!!! It's so awesome to be a part of the Pinkie club now too! I'm in the Fluttershy fan club as well, but you can't make me choose! Okie dokie lokie. :okiedokielokie: