Pinkie sat bolt upright in bed.  She suddenly knew what she needed to do.  She silently tip-hoofed out of her bedroom and through the door—opening it slowly to minimize noise from the squeaky hinge—only breaking into a trot once she was clear of the shop.  If she hurried, she had enough time to get everything ready for a meaningful—but subdued—welcome to Ponyville gift that nopony else would think of.  But she had to hurry; the sun was rising on the new not-pony visitors to Equestria, and if she missed their breakfast time, she would fail! 