"Where are we going?" Pinkie's not sure how they're meant to access the roof from here. But bedsheets - okay, they need bedsheets. She has a quick, crazy urge to reach out and pull them out of somewhere...but she doesn't have an emergency bedsheet stash! She just doesn't!

There's plenty of rooms on this floor, though, and one of them must have something useful. She darts over to the nearest door and tugs on it. "Uh - there's like, towels and stuff in here!" It looks like a storage closet. There must be lots of those around here; rock stars go through an awful lot of laundry. "Wait, does it matter if the bedsheets are those super-duper bright gold ones? 'Cause they're big, but I kinda think you might be able to see them from space."