Uploaded June 2022 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
A song asking our favorite mailmare to get gifts to our santees: post haste.
For the 2021 /mlp/ Secret Santa.
A song asking our favorite mailmare to get gifts to our santees: post haste.
For the 2021 /mlp/ Secret Santa.
![Slumber Party - MLP Convention Music [HarmonyCon 2023 Release]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cV1_R-Gikzc/mqdefault.jpg "Slumber Party - MLP Convention Music [HarmonyCon 2023 Release]
Is there anything more magical than meeting internet friends in real life? Yes. And thats meeting your internet friends cute plushies. Theres something so special about spending time with folks, having conversations way later than you ought, meeting new friends, new plush, and generally leaving the comfort zone of the internet to spend a weekend remembering that the avatars on your screen have faces too.
Ive had such an amazing time at HarmonyCon every year Ive been, and this was no exception. Thanks to all my dear friends with whom I got to spend this time. Lets do it again soon. Love ya. /)
Note: This song and video represent my own, personal (wonderful) HarmonyCon experience and are not sponsored by or associated with the HarmonyCon event, staff, or organizers in any capacity.
It’s party weekend.
And we up in the con
Singing songs, dancing, laughing and
Drinking.
Pass on that sleeping
Put a foot on the gas till the
Night passed sun starts to creep in
And the room up on floor ten
We can fit more in
And we won’t even close the door
Until it’s 4am
We don’t sleep
We only slumber party
We don’t count sheep
We counting out the body
Shots
Counting down before the con stops
Nonstop headbop jumping guess that’s why they call me hip hop
Until my head hits the pillow and my lids drop
We take this party to the tip top
Three day party weekend get the homies from the airport
Weapons grade autism got the hotel pretty scared for
What we prepared for; triple shifting janitors
But we keep it careful with the mare and horses therefore
Party room is squeaky clean
If we talking littering
If we talking horses then it’s
Criminally obscene
Got the body pillow fort
All my buddys from the board
Even met some from the
Dusty Busty discord
So let the liquor pour
Bouncing like a tennis court
You can call me Littlepip
Taking shots I can’t afford
Fifth of wild Pegasus
Got me kinda pistol whipped
We be getting dizzy
Till our eyes are crossed like Derpy Ditz
And I’m getting hit on by a lady in a ponysuit
Girl you ain’t my waifu I don’t care you thinking I be cute
You ain’t my pretty gray
Pegasus so hate to say
Pick another man but first
Please crank the music all the way
I only see y’all once a year and see I
I know you know that you’re all so dear To me
I feel the love and that festive cheer when we
Are close enough to hug right here
Before I even finish seeing, meeting, greeting people
They talkin “come to trot” like we was freaking needing sequels
I’m booping plushies; I dont know if that shits even legal
The Brits are leaving for the shooting range to finger Deagles
I see no evil, I hear no evil speak no e-vil
We here to party, friendship magic, buddies we chill
So grab somebody, pony plushie, brushie we will
Just keep it coming until Celestia lights up for real
You got your dakimakura
This weeb be chomping pocky up
But when in Rome I guess I’m Roman
Pour that sake in my cup
Hitting up that artist comm
Drawing clop until the dawn
Then Party in the parking lot
Cause someone set us up the bomb
And when it’s time to go home
I hope to heck that you know
I love you people and I always will
Just like I love pones
Wrap it up and we crash
And taking ten hour naps
I hope that you had a blast
Now one more time while it lasts
It’s party weekend.
And we up in the con
Singing songs, dancing, laughing and
Drinking.
Pass on that sleeping
Put a foot on the gas till the
Night passed sun starts to creep in
And the room up on floor ten
We can fit more in
And we won’t even close the door
Until it’s 4am
We don’t sleep
We only slumber party
We don’t count sheep
We counting out the body
Shots
Counting down before the con stops
Nonstop headbop jumping guess that’s why they call me hip hop
Until my head hits the pillow and my lids drop
We take this party to the tip top")
