Spike has become a dragon we have grown to love. He is witty, relatable, in love, and most of all, has good taste in mustaches. So this is a story of Spike, and his quest to obtain the most glorious mustache known to pony!
It all started when Rarity’s father, Mangum, came to visit his daughters in Ponyville. Of course, Fluttershy, Rainbowdash, Pinkie Pie, AppleJack, and Twilight came to see him. Even Spike tagged along. They spent the day together, and even the Cutiemark Crusaders were with them, albeit they were trying to see if being waiters, tourguides, and even bellboys were their calling. The Crusaders didn’t have much luck, and instead ended up getting Rarity’s mother incredibly stressed from the mess they made from dropping plates and spilling luggage all over. So the Mane Six decided it would be fun to have a girls night out with Rarity’s mom and head over to the spa, and the shamed Crusaders went back to their treehouse to try and figure out a new cutiemark plot. So Spike and Mangum were alone in the house together, sitting at the breakfast room table.
“Come on this is your chance!” Thought Spike to himself, “Just ask him to let you marry Rarity.”
Spike was too nervous to ask, and ended up stopping after the first couple syllables and pointing at Magnum. Magnum thought that Spike was trying to ask about his mustache, since Magnum thought he had quite the beautiful mustache and he had heard from Rarity that one of Spike’s favorite spells Twilight could cast was the one that gave him a mustache.
“Oh this old thing, a beut aint’ it. Grew it when I just reached colthood. It’s what gave me the courage to ask my wife to be my special someone, and I think it’s why she agreed. Rarity always looks at it when we see her, and always seems surprised to see it. She must really like mustaches.” Magnum seemed to quite enjoy conversation about mustaches, for he had not had a good mustache parley since his days on the frontier towns. This brought back fond memories for Magnum, and the two discussed mustaches and the frontier until the following day. Twilight and the others had just returned from their girls night, and Spike hurried her out of the door.
When they finally returned to the library, Twilight asked “Spike, what’s the big rush? I thought you liked Rarity’s dad and you certainly looked happy when we walked in.”
“This has nothing to do with Rarity’s dad, well it does…” replied Spike, “Well… there’s no time to explain. I need to go off on another journey, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“Is Magnum saying weird things about how he thinks Lizards and Dragons are the same again? And I thought you figured out who you were when you went off to live with the dragons?” asked a worried Twilight.
“This is more important than finding out what it means to be a dragon. This journey, is about love.” Said Spike as he finished packing his things. With that Spike walked out of the door and was not seen for many weeks.
Spike first wandered into the Everfree forest. He had heard tales of daring explorers sporting lavish mustaches wandering the woods looking for adventures that seemed to come straight out of a Daring Doo book. So Spike wandered the parts of the forest he was familiar with. He stayed clear of the Hydra’s lair and made sure to stop by Zacora for a quick chat. He was disappointed when he learned that this portion of the forest had become reasonably safe and all the treasures had been found. However, Zacora had heard an interesting story, one of myth, and mustaches of awe.
“It is said a mustache is what ye seek
So do come closer, and hear me speak.
Long ago when mustaches flowed
Two were worth their weight in gold
Brindle Young worked to lower taxes
Yet on his face a most glorious mustache relaxes
Top Notch was a dapper fellow
Who, while mysterious, had a voice that bellowed.
These two shared a curious secret
That dated back to Star wirl the Bearded.
For you see Starswirl was on the frontier of all new magic
And when he heard of mustache’s he had to have it
But alas he was old and only grew a beard
So he devised a serum to create the thing everyone cheered
A drop of lotion, a dab of spice
And some bugspray to keep out lice
Making a beard potion was an easy feat
And magic made it all complete
These two set out years before
To find the potion of glorious lore
They found it in an enchanted spring
But to other’s faces had the potion cling
So they used what they needed, and a little more
Till the bottle was almost no more
This lasted them a long while, till late in their years
When old age had brought them all of their fears
Their manes had withered, their beards fallen out
They knew what they must do, beyond any doubt
The two met at the spring, and started to fight
And a battle of epic proportions raged on all night
The bottle was lost, nowhere to be found
The two tired ponies left without a sound
Now many years have passed, and the spring has dried up
And only two drops are left, so go find it, hurry up.
”
“Well gee, I better get going then. Thanks a lot Zacora!” Shouted an excited Spike as he darted out of Zacora’s hut and away into the forest.
Spike thought he had been travelling for hours, but in reality he had only been gone for about 30 minutes. Depressed, Spike decided to sit down on a rock by the river, hoping that some sign from above would lead him further in his quest to find Starswirl’s lost mustache potion. Behind him came a large splash, and a not so threatening roar.
“Well hey there, haven’t seen anyone around here since those six darling little ponies pranced on by here about a year ago. Ahh what were they looking for again, the elements of magnificence or something. Oh well, what can I help you with, my cute scaly brethren?” asked the giant sea serpent with the multicolored mustache.
“Ahh… wait, you don’t want to eat me?” asked a trembling Spike.
“Why of course not, your just too adorable. Baby dragons are one of my favorites, and adult dragons aren’t too bad on the eyes either. You’ll be a beautiful dragon when you grow up.”
“Oh well thanks… I guess. I’m spike, I live in Ponyville with Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy.”
“Ooh now there’s some names I haven’t heard in a while. Rarity even gave me part of her tail to fix my mustache, isn’t it glorious!” Exclaimed Steven excitedly. “Well any friend of Rarity is a friend of mine, especially one that’s so cute.”
“Woah that mustache is from Rarity’s tail, that’s like… the best gift ever! Hey you know, I’m trying to get my own mustache, to impress Rarity!”
“Making Rarity happy and a chance to share my knowledge on mustaches, why I’d love to help you.”
“Okay then, first question. How do I grow a mustache?”
Steven Magnet froze as if he had stared into the eyes of the gorgon. Finally he worked his way out of his astonishment and decided to tell the young eager dragon his dark secret.
“Now you have to promise me that you won’t mention this to anyone. If you do those cute dragon boys at the cave might not want to hang around me. Truth is… I never did grow a mustache. You see, I’m a sea serpent, kind of like you dragons. I have scales, not fur. So my original mustache was actually made from a Royal ponies’ tail, which I might add are incredibly well kept. That’s why I was so horribly upset when it was ruined. No one had a mustache quite like it, and it was magnificent. But Rarity’s tail and generosity amazed me, and through experimentation I have found out how to keep mustaches in perfect quality, and I will teach you my secrets.”
“But… I still don’t have a mustache.”
“Oh right, here you go.” Said Steven as he handed Spike a bunch of old dirty hair. “Don’t worry about the condition, you’re going to make it into a perfect mustache in no time!”
The two trained day in and day out, practicing brushing, combing, tweezing, and oiling. 80s music played in the background as a montage of mustache epicness ensued. On the twelfth day, Spike had finished his training, and had a shining auburn mustache.
“I have taught you all that I could. Now here, take this card, it should get you into the Imperial Mustache Society in Canterlot. And remember what I have taught you my padawan, true beauty can be seen through the reflection of a mustache!”
Spike left the Everfree forest with new hopes and overflowing joy. As he stepped out of the forest his heart sank. Up until now he had forgotten that the fastest way to Canterlot was by train, and the closest train station was back in Ponyville. Spike would be ashamed if he decided to take a break from his journey just because he was back in Ponyville for the day, so he decided to spend the day with Zacora and then slip onto the last train going to Canterlot. Spike had been at Zacora’s hut no more than five minutes when he was almost ruined. As soon as he saw Pinkie Pie bouncing towards the hut, Spike leaped out of the window and into the bushes in the back. He stayed as still as possible as Pinkie came to greet Zacora like she did every morning. When she finally left, Spike slipped back into the hut and hoped that no one else wanted to see Zacora today. The rest of the day went without a problem, and after a long wait it was finally night. He wasted no time darting from the hut into the town, passing the rows of familiar houses and shops, knowing exactly how to navigate to get right to the train station. It was there he saw his worst fear.
“Spike darling, I heard from Pinkie that you were back at Zacora’s playing hide and seek. I thought maybe you were done with your little adventure. You know were all worried about you.” Every word Spike heard weighed him down, but with all the courage he could muster he ran past Rarity and onto the moving train. With the skills of Daring Doo he grabbed onto the railing and slipped into the train. The whistle of the train as it departed overcame the voice of Rarity, and the last thing he heard her say was “Spike I…”, and she was out of sight. “I love you too.” Said Spike sadly as he stared back into the darkness that was once Ponyville station.
The trip seemed to last forever, so Spike decided to wander around the cabins. It was there he met Tourist Trap, the pony Rainbowdash saved as Mare Do Well.
“Oh well hey there little dragon, that’s a nice mustache you got there.” Said the travelling pony. “Y’know I once belonged to an all mustache bowling league. See here’s a picture. It was located right in Canterlot too, we called ourselves the Horseshoes, cuz of the kind of mustaches we all had. I think they changed theirs, but I never would have my mustache any other way.” The two talked for the train ride about mustaches, travel, and all sorts of other pleasantries. Finally, the train reached its destination. As Spike left to continue his adventure, Tourist Trap suggested that if he wanted to talk mustache, that his old teammates would be more than glad.
Spike still remembered his way around Canterlot like the back of his hand, so finding the correct ballroom was no problem. This was not the case, and when he tried to gain access, he was met with stiff resistance.
“We can’t just let anyone in to the Imperial Mustache Society. It’s not just for the elite, it’s for the elite with mustaches.” Said the haughty Fancy Pants.
“But you gotta let me in, Sea Serpent even gave me this card to get in!” complained Spike.
“Hah that brute, he grabbed that off of poor Ace as he was swiping at our tails on our last expedition!”
“Yah, if it wasn’t for my allstar movement skill from the tennis court, I think I might have ended up as Serpent food.” Added Ace, the world renown tennis star.
“Oh come on, I just gotta get in!”
“Rules are rules, and you will never even come close to entering this club if you don’t follow them.
Spike wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He peered in through the windows to try and figure out a way in. When he saw the mustached Griffon who was catering the event, he knew exactly how he was going to gain entrance to the party.
Spike ran down to the corner, headed into the alley, and went into the back of the building. He watched as the chefs and servers moved hastily around the kitchen. Spike darted from the door to underneath the moving card tray. Sadly, Gustave LeGrand is incredibly watchful of his kitchen, and stopped the cart before it went through the door.
“And what do you think your doing?” asked LeGrand
“Why I am bringing out the platter you said to” said Horte Cuisine.
“No not you, the little one under the cart!” said LeGrand as he flipped back the cloth to reveal Spike.
“Ohh… hey Gustave. Look, you gotta help me get into that party!”
“I do not, and I shall not. It would ruin my reputation!”
“But I need to get in there.” Cried Spike
“And I need my reputation. Now good day.”
Spike wandered off into the streets, depressed from his major setback. As he meandered down the streets, he saw the bowling alley that Tourist Trap told him about. He decided to take a stop in there. It was there he met three mustached ponies bowling.
“Hey there little filly, why don’t you bring your mustache over here?” asked Jeff Letrowski.
“Uhm… I’m a baby dragon, not a filly.”
“We are all fillies in the great cosmos of life.”
“This guy has been getting at too much of Zacora’s dried poison joke.” Thought Spike.
Still, with no better lead, Spike walked over to the bowling lane that the three were at.
“Hey there little filly, so these are my bowling teammates Walter Coltchak and Jesus Pezuna. And I, am Jeff Letrowski.”
“Well I’m Spike.”
“Good to meet you Spike, but what’s happened to your mustache?” asked Jesus
“Oh, well after I wasn’t let into the Imperial Mustache Society, I thought that maybe if I can’t grow a real mustache, I shouldn’t have one.”
“Nonsense man. If you want a mustache you can have a mustache, and the dude will abide.”
“Whose the dude?”
“I’m the dude.”
“Oh, well that’s not really helpful.”
“Hey man, Jeff Letrowski still owes me some favors, so maybe I can talk to him to get you in.”
“But you said YOU were Jeff Letrowski!”
“Not the Dude Letrowski, the BIG Letrowski.”
“Oh… wait, what?”
“I’m the Dude, but there also the Big Letrowski.”
“I don’t think I understand.”
“Don’t worry about it little filly, I’ll help you out, you just stay here.”
So Spike stayed and bowled the night away. He was tired, his mustache was in disrepair, and he was ready to give up, when Jeff Letrowski walked back into the bowling alley.
“Allright man, you can get in now. Just remember, a proper mustache can give proper power, but an amazing mustache can change the world.”
“Thanks… I think.” Said Spike as he left to get into the Society once and for all. He ran there as fast as he could, squinting as the first sign of light came over the sloped streets. He was barely able to weave through the crowd of people that was starting to take to their daily activities. Finally, the crowd seemed to vanish as he found the Society once again.
Spike knocked on the door and said, “Hello, it’s me Spike. I heard I could come in now?”
“Yes, yes you can.” Replied Fancy Pants reluctantly, then he began to mumble something about a money scandal.
“Cool, now I just need to know where I can find Starswirl’s mustache potion…”
The room fell silent. Everyone was now staring at the little dragon who dared speak of the one thing that could grant any pony a mustache that could surpass even theirs.
“How dare you even speak of that. It’s bad enough we had to let you in here!” Shouted Hairy Tipper.
“Wait… what’s so bad about a potion that gives you a mustache!”
“EVERYTHING! If anyone could have a glorious mustache then what would make us better?”
“I don’t know, maybe beards?”
“BEARDS! Those are for vagrants and commoners. You can’t have a magnificent beard!”
“I dunno, Starswirld had a pretty good beard.”
“But there is only one type of beard. There is no way to say that your better!”
“Okay, okay I get it. Now will you tell me where the potion is or not?”
“Even if I do know where the potion was, I wouldn’t tell YOU!”
Spike was shocked. At every obstacle he had found a way around it. But now his search was at a dead end. He had no leads, no direction, and no mustache. He could never return to Ponyville now. So Spike sat on the corner, staring into a puddle. He recognized the creature on the other side, and it was a beardless, classless baby dragon who was in love with a pony he could no longer even dream to impress. LeGrande saw Spike sitting alone, his mustache could sense the trouble and pain in the little dragon’s heart.
“You know, there is one person who might know where to find this potion you seek.”
“Wh… Wha. Who?”
“The old man, Apple Strudel, might be the last person to know the location of the potion.”
“Where is he!”
“Actually he is just leaving Canterlot.”
“Great so I can just hop on the train and ask him!.”
“I guess so, and the next train leaves in five minutes, so you better hurry.”
Spike ran down the street towards the station with a new sense of direction and happiness.
The train was heading for Appeloosa, and Spike had to jump onto it right as it left the station in order to get on. After he finally got himself into the train, it didn’t take too long to locate Apple Strudel.
“Uhmm… Mr. Strudel sir I was wondering if you would tell me where to find Starswirl’s lost mustache potion?”
“That’s an easy one my boy, just deliver this pie here to Sheriff Silverstar!”
“How does delivering a pie help me?”
“How does delivering a pie ever help anyone. Pies are delicious and magical, they solve every problem.”
“But doesn’t Appleoosa make their own pies?”
“Not like this my boy, not like this.”
Apple Stroodle then walked out of the train towards the open back of the caboose. When Spike ran to catch up with him, he was gone, but he could hear his voice as another train passed in the opposite direction.
“Just remember to deliver that pie to Sheriff Silverstar.”
Spike made it to Appleoosa without a problem. It had been a while since his last visit, and the whole town was livelier than before. Pony and bison roamed happily through the streets, and every building seemed to have the smell of baked apples. What was once a frontier town was starting to become a major stop. Spike realized that the pie he was carrying was starting to cool down, so he decided to deliver that first, and then look for more clues as to the location of the mustache later. Spike first went to the Sheriff’s station, but was quickly redirected to Morton Saltworth’s Saloon.
“Heya Sheriff.” Said spike as he sat down at the bar with him.
“Oh heya spike, its nice of you to drop in here. Where are Applejack and the others?”
“Oh, they’re not with me this time.”
“Ah well, not a problem. What can I help ya with?”
“I need to know the location of something, it’s very important.”
“Oh, well maybe I can dispatch a couple deputes to help you find it. Least we can do for all the help you and your friends gave us.”
“Wow thanks, I need to find Starswirl’s lost mustache potion.”
“Hahaha kid, you’ve been listening to too many of Apple Strudel’s stories haven’t you. That potion doesn’t exist. Haven’t you seen the pictures, Starswirl never even had a mustache!” Laughed Silverstar, but the laugh seemed almost practiced.
“What, really. That can’t be true, I came all this way…”
“You came all this way for a legend” Chimed in Saltworth.
“But even Zacora said…”
“Listen to us mustached folk kid, the thing don’t even exist.” Added Shamrock.
“But even the Canterlot mustache society believed it existed.”
“Yah, and they have a whole society dedicated to believing that humans exist too, and we all know those are just legend.” Replied Silverstar.
“So there is really no way for me to get the perfect mustache?”
“Well you’re not a pony so you can’t grow one, but can’t your friend Twilight just magic one up for you?”
“But its not the same, that one is temporary and its not the perfect mustache.”
“Kid let me tell you something, there is no such thing as a perfect mustache, each colt must find his own mustache. It must tell whoever he meets who he is, not what he wants to be. Listen kid, just go home.”
“Allright fine.” Said a heartbroken Spike. “Apple Strudel told me to give this pie to you.”
Silverstar took one look at the pie and froze. Saltworth and Shamrock knew exactly what it meant just by Silverstar’s reaction. Spike was almost out the door when Silverstar called out
“Kid, wait. Morty, clear everyone out of here. Shamrock, guard the door. Sit down Spike, we haven’t been exactly honest with you.”
“It all dates back to when Starswirl was still starting out as a wizard. He was hit with a horrid curse during one of his duels, mustacium non-generato, and was never able to grow his own mustache. For years he searched for a way to reverse the curse, but only the caster could do so, and he disappeared years before in the great move to Equestria. After years of research Starswirl created the strongest hair growth potion, and imbued it with extreme amounts of magic. He tried it out, and he finally obtained the mustache that he could never have. But the curse was not broken, and the mustache sprung from his face and came to life! He tried it over and over but every time the mustaches leapt from his muzzle and came to life. All that magic had allowed them to live, but Starswirl knew that they would not be allowed in regular society. The ponies were just getting used to each other; there would be no way they could deal with a whole new race of sentient mustaches. So Starswirl created a magical floating island in the sky for the mustaches to live on, and he placed the potion somewhere deep inside. Originally it was available to all inducted into the Order of the Stache, but its supply has slowly dwindled. Not much is left, and once it is gone I don’t think even your friend Twilight could make a new potion. Now there is only one way to get to the island, and that is the Mustache Train. It leaves at exactly midnight and only those with the furry ticket may climb aboard. I only have one ticket left, and I guess this is my way of thanking you for all that you have done for this town. Don’t waste it, because I have no idea how you might get a return trip. Oh and kid, clean up your mustache, it looks like it hasn’t been kept up in years.”
So Spike waited at the train station for hours, watching for the clock to strike midnight. He had the ticket in hand, and was ready to get on the train in a moments notice. Finally, his trip would be over and he could return to Rarity and they could live together happily for the rest of their lives. In the distance he heard a train whistle. Just as the train pulled up, a huge gust of wind took Spike by surprise. The ticket flew out of his hands and as he turned to get a glimpse of what had caused the wind, he saw Shamrock standing by an industrial sized fan grinning.
“I ain’t lettin a little dragon like you ruin the chance for a pony like me to get the mustache. Too long have I been tryin to get that ticket from the Sheriff, and I ain’t lettin it be given to the likes of you!” shouted Shamrock as he ran passed Spike and grabbed the ticket. What neither of them expected, however, was that the train was already leaving the station.
“Hey give that back, I need to catch that train!” Shouted Spike as he ran after Shamrock.
“If I ain’t gettin on that train, no one is!” Replied Shamrock as he chased the train.
The two ran after the train for a long time, and both were almost out of breath when suddenly the ground started to rumble.. Spike turned around to see that the Buffalo had started a late night stampede. Shamrock jumped onto the backs of the Buffalo, and Spike quickly followed. The two now faced each other, the ground they stood upon charged towards the train. Shamrock placed the ticket in his back pocket as he prepared to fight. Just then Little Strongheart jumped out of the heard and onto the backs of the Buffalo.
“I saw you miss your train at the station, and it seemed very important to you, so I convinced some of the herd to help you catch up. I didn’t expect Shamrock to be causing such a problem though.”
“Yeah… neither did I… but I need that ticket to board the train.” Panted Spike.
“Then I will help you defeat him.”
The three fought on the backs of buffalo, jumping from one to the next. Spike tried his best to breathe fire, but ended up having to resort to kicking and scratching. Little Strongheart was the most agile of the three, but Shamrock came prepared with hot pastries which he used to keep the two at a distance. As the three fought buffalo after buffalo fell to the burning pastries. Finally, as the herd closed in on the train, Shamrock ran out of ammunition. He quickly turned and ran for the head of the herd. Spike chased him, but as he reached out to try and grab Shamrock, he leaped from the herd and grabbed onto the back of the train.
“So long, suckers!” Shouted Shamrock with delight.
“Just try boarding the train, without THIS!” Replied Spike as he waved the ticket he barely managed to grab as Shamrock leapt from the herd.
“You… How did you get that. Give that back now.”
“Come back here and get it!”
Shamrock jumped back towards the herd, trying to pin Spike down with his front hooves, but Spike slipped off the side of the buffalo he stood on and held onto his fur with one hand, clinging to the ticket with the other. Shamrock, missing his target and his landing, tumbled backwards and fell into an empty space in the herd that was created from missing with the pastries. Spike climbed back onto the top of the buffalo, and jumped over onto the train. The front of the herd, seeing that Spike made it onto the train, slowed down, and soon the buffalo were out of sight. Spike then entered the train from the top.
All Aboard was there to greet him, and he took the ticket from Spike and left without a trace. Everypony on the train had a mustache, and they all seemed to be from different places and different ages. There were young ponies with new, small mustaches, and old ones with mustaches that covered their whole face. Mustaches of every kind and every color could be seen. Spike even saw Earl Grey the waiter on the train, but decided that he would spend the time on the trip grooming his mustache rather than chatting. So Spike went to the bathroom, which was lined with mustache care utensils, and spent the whole trip perfecting his mustache. He hardly noticed the blue swirls of magic light engulf the train as it lifted into the sky, riding upon the tracks hidden inside the clouds. The train arrived at the island just as light started to come over the horizon.
The island itself was incredible. Clouds made up the beaches, while the inside was a tropical forest. All types of ponies were relaxing by the edge of the clouds, which dropped water straight down into the ocean, while mustaches brought them drinks and food. It was a perfect paradise, and he would be only one of few to see it. At the edge of the forest Spike could see an old path that no pony even got close to. Spike decided that that path must be the way to the Spring. Along the path Spike found a broken sign that seemed to be of the upmost importance. When he picked it up he could make out:
Don’t … potion … the … will collapse.
Spike went down the path, which led further and further into the forest. The path was long and twisted, and the plants were strange. Though he could not see the animals scurrying in the brush, the plants were all some kind of glossy mustache, full of small shining hairs that reflected the sun into your eyes at the right angle. Spike made his way down to the end of the path, and right at the stone door that sealed off the spring were two red haired unicorns in straw hats, ponies he had seen before.
Flim&Flam: He’s Flim:, He’s Flam, And we’ve made an appearance once again
Getting up here was hard because Flim can’t even grow a hair on his chin
Now were looking for a new business venture since our last one got screwed…
So were going sell overpriced hair cleaner incase your misconstrued.
And we have opportunity
To make some quick money
He’s Flim, He’s Flam
Were the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Going to con everyone today…
Were almost there so no one can stop us now
We have the key to this door but we just have to figure out how
It doesn’t fit like that or this maybe magic will do the trick!
There must be some way to get this key to stick
Cuz we have opportunity
To make some quick money
He’s Flim, He’s Flam
Were the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Going to con everyone today…
The warning in Spike’s head made sense now.
Spike: Now I can’t let them get inside that Spring
There’s no telling the damage these two could bring
With only two drops there’s not enough for them and me
And when the bottles done this whole island is history
And I have opportunity
To make Rarity fall in love with me
He’s Flim, that’s Flam
There the world famous Flim Flam brothers
And I have to stop there scheme today
Flim&Flam: So what’ll it be will you help us get through this door?
And don’t think of running since we can’t let you leave anymore
With those last two drops our product will be in every store and shop
And with the help of magic we can divide it up and use a lot.
Cuz we have opportunity
To make some quick money
He’s Flim, He’s Flam
Were the world famous Flim Flam brothers
Going to con everyone today…
Spike: I cannot let you do this
If you think you’ll succeed your amiss
I have to stop you with the strength of facial hair
Rarity must see me
With a mustache that’s gleaming
A mustache that’s without any compare
Flim&Flam: There’s no way that you can beat us
I said there’s no way that you can beat us
It’s two against one and these odds just aren’t fair
What could a baby dragon do against the two of us?
There’s nothing you or any pony could ever do to stop us now!!!
“Remember, true beauty can only be seen through the reflection of a mustache.”
The words of Steven Magnet flashed through Spike’s head as the two cons approached menacingly.
“But there is a way to stop you!” said Spike as he angled his mustache to reflect the sun that was now overhead onto the mirror like plantstaches. The yellow and pink plants lit up and blinded the two. Flim and Flam stumbled about as they tried to figure out what had just happened. They eventually got themselves caught on the thorny brush, unable to get out. Spike quickly grabbed the key off of Flam, jammed it into the door, and ran into the spring. Spike searched frantically for the potion. He searched high and low, in every crevice and shadow, until finally he was about to give up. He tried to sit down on a rock, but it slid out from under him. When he landed, he felt something pressing against his tail. Spike quickly turned around to look, and sitting right there was the lost potion of Starswirl the bearded. Spike stared at it for a moment, then took only one drop and applied it to his mustache. He felt the strangest sensation as the mustache took root in his lip. Spike was now in possession of the world’s greatest mustache. Spike was about ready to hide the vial again when it flew right out of his hand.
“Thank you very much little dragon for finding this for us.” Said Flim
“Now we can get to making ourselves rich!” Said Flam.
“No you can’t take out the last drop, if you do…”
“Oh what’s the worst that could happen?” Said the two in unison as they poured the last drop out of the vial to put in their cheap product. Just then the ground started shaking. Stones started falling down and the plants started to wither and die. The mustaches that inhabited the island started to burst into explosions of fur, and the vacationers ran for the train to leave immediately. The three in the Spring fought their way through treacherous terrain to try and make it back to the beach, but when they got there it was too late. The clouds were already starting to disappear and the ground behind them was collapsing. The rest of the incident was a complete blur.
Spike woke up on the beach. He was battered and bruised, and had a splitting headache, but both he and his mustache were intact. He took his time to recover and then found directions to the nearest town. From there he started his return trip, which was completely uneventful.
Spike had finally returned home, and he had what he set out to acquire. When word got around that he had finally come back all six ponies ran to greet him. Only later in the day were Spike and Rarity able to talk alone.
“I’m so glad your back; we were all worried sick about you.” Said Rarity
“Yah, I’m glad to be back too. I had one crazy adventure.” Replied Spike.
“Oh, there was something I was trying to tell you at the train station when you left.” Said Rarity
“Well, what is it?” Asked Spike in anticipation to hear the greatest thing in his whole life.
“I think you look silly with that fake mustache on”