(Pinkie) That's right! You have 90 seconds to get punch from the punch table through the crowd and to your date without spilling it!
(Pinkie) Yep! *comically pushes Orange over to the punch table* Ninety seconds, clock starts NOW! *presses stopwatch*
Orange quickly filled up the red plastic cup with punch, and put his hand over the top. He squeezed through the members of the committee participating in the exercise. "Excuse me!" "Coming through!" "Pardon me!" He said, nudging them aside. He made it to the cutout with twenty seconds to spare. "That wasn't so hard." He thought. "Pinkie! What's the next challenge?"
(Pinkie) Your next challenge: Getting through a crowded dancefloor to request a song. HIT IT, VINYL! -Vinyl Scratch drops da bass-
(Bree bree wub wub wub woooo bow now- Dubstep sounds) Orange squeezes through the members of the party commitee who are playing along. He jumps up onto the stage and requests another song. Orange) Pinkie, you got something harder coming up next, right?
(Pinkie) As a matter of fact, I do. -Several grueling challenges later....- (Pinkie) .....Wow.....You've got some serious guts.....
Orange) I almost gave up on the, "Swap clothing with your date." Part. How can girls put up with heels? They're murder on the feet! And don't get me started on the part where I had to work grueling pretend hours at a pretend pizza place to earn pretend money so I can get my pretend date to the pretend prom in the pretend limo.
(Pinkie) Yeah, it's nuts the kind of stuff we prepare for these initiations. Anyway, the committee and I have decided: You're in! Though, I do have to admit: You do make a pretty good woman, Orange.
Orange) Yes! He then looks down and blushes, noticing that he was still wearing the prom dress from the previous challenge. He looked at his phone camera, and he was still wearing the makeup as well. Orange) Hey, I know when you called the hypnotist from the psychology club she made me like this whole get up, but do I really have to be en femme for the rest of the day?
Orange) Well then, that answers it. He enters the bathroom, and attempts to pull off the dress. No progress was made. He tried to wash off the makeup. Waterproofed! Orange walks out and back into the gym. Orange) Eh... It won't come off.
(Pinkie) Wait a second, allow me. *takes it all of effortlessly and at the same time, dresses him back up* There we go!
Orange) Wait... how? What? .... You know what, I'm not even going to ask. Thanks. I would most likely get some strange looks if I were stuck in that. Well, I have to go down to gym now, I'll see you later!
With amazing speed, they deconstructed everything at had been set up, and packed it away. Orange watched in amazement as he backed out of the room. He walked into the locker room, got changed into his gym clothes, and waited for the coach and others to come in.
