You are, once again, Spike, and your butt is sore with all this waiting. You take a sip of your lukewarm cup of tea as Pinkie finishes yet another song. She's been alternating between singing, joke-telling and very long anecdotes for the last hour or so. It's a tell-tale sign that she was also bored beyond belief. The girls were meant to be here. Where in Equestria could they be? You're just about approaching the time when you'll start to be officially worried.