The studio is a peaceful sprawl of technological marvels, every surface polished and ready for action. Bright spotlights are turned off, but the set glows gently with screensaver rainbows drifting across the monitors. The only movement comes from a stray dust mote, floating lazily in a sunbeam. All is ready for the famous hosts to return and resume the show.

Blue, pink, and violet hoofed paws pad silently across the floor, each Pony-Fluff sniffing the air for any trace of human food. The blue-pawed males lead the way, noses twitching, while pink and violet companions follow, balancing Melon-Berries on their prehensile tails. Their scents—fresh like spring rain, sweet like berry candy, and mysterious like lavender—fill the room. They scatter, eyes gleaming with playful intent.

A pink-hoofed Pony-Fluff dials a phone with her tail, and a chorus of prank calls echoes from the control room speakers. A blue-pawed leader pounces onto the makeup table, leaving tiny hoofprints in powder and scattering brushes across the floor. Melon-Berries are wedged into crevices, and a violet-hoofed trickster drapes a banner reading “We Love Melon-Berries!” over the main camera. The entire set now smells unmistakably like fruit salad.

Mickey Mouse[/@ch_2] and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, followed by other Disney icons, stride onto the set. Their laughter fades as they freeze, eyes wide at the transformed chaos.] "Oh, golly! What happened here? The cameras are all backwards!" "And did someone… eat my lunch? I swear there was a whole melon sandwich here a minute ago!" The crew gasps, stumbling over scattered props and finding prank phone messages left in every language imaginable. Glances dart around, looking for the culprits.

"Poof poof, we’re gone!" In a burst of glitter and scent, they vanish, leaving only hoofprints, giggles echoing, and the lingering aroma of Melon-Berries behind. The studio is silent for a heartbeat, then erupts into bewildered laughter.

"Well, Oswald, I guess history just got a little sweeter—and a whole lot messier!" "Next time, let’s lock up the berries!" The crew begins tidying, but every so often, someone stops to laugh, wondering if the Pony-Fluffs will ever return for a second round of mischief.