Lock the door, get on the floor, everypony do the dinosaur!

Party hard!

Uh…Carrot Top? Was your cider laced with something?

She’s playing an invisible piano.  
She’s searching for the vinyl of her favorite song.  
She’s rubbing her hooves together at the thought of bits.  
She’s trying to give that dodging mare a black eye.  
She’s practicing her doggy paddle.  
She’s mimicking a spider’s freaky grabby motion. So freaky and grabby.  
She’s fighting the alien abduction.  
She’s using the dance Lyra taught her called the Macarena.  
She’s a pro boxer.  
She’s doing her impression of a T-Rex.  
She’s trying to find the ground.  
She’s a firm believer of bipedalism.

Carrot Top looks quite… expressionless?