//------------------------------// // Flim and Flam's Freaky Friday // Story: Written Off // by Sharp Spark //------------------------------// "Okay," Princess Twilight said. "First, why are you in my living room."     "We need help—" "—drastically"     "Dramatically—"     "Disastrously! "Disastrously!" they finished in unison, looking up at her with imploring eyes. Twilight frowned. She walked out and headed down the hall towards the kitchen. She needed coffee if she was going to deal with this. Flim and Flam followed her, flanking her on either side as they explained the problem.     "See, early this morning—" "Yes, it would have to be early since it's only eight A.M. right now," Twilight groused. "—We awoke only to find that foul magic was afoot!" "Uh huh. And what could have caused that?" The one with the moustache rubbed his chin.     "Well, we did con that old crone—" "—and defraud the one djinn."     "And rip off the funny-looking guy in the magical shop that appeared in an alley and then was gone as soon as we walked out with the monkey's paw, but we assure you we have no idea what could have caused our malady, ma'am. We're saints!" "—innocent—"     "—blameless—" "Shameless," Twilight muttered. Their eyes lit up and the non-moustached one tried to give her a hoofbump, but she frowned them both into submission. "Right, but, what actually happened? You look fine." Moustache groaned.     "That's just the thing! We've been hornswoggled— "—hoodwinked!     "We've somehow—" "—swapped bodies!" "Augh." Twilight finally found the coffee machine, and poured herself a big mug. It was gonna be one of those mornings.     "I woke up with this dead rat on my lower lip—" "—And I woke up looking like a eight-year-old colt." They glared at one another.     "And plus, I'm not used to talking on the right like this—" "—you're not used to it? Mine is the worst, how do normal ponies handle speaking without a good space?" Twilight sipped her coffee. "Look, Flam."     "Flim," Flam said. "Flim," Twilight corrected.     "Actually, I guess it's Flam if I'm in his body." "Flam, then."     "But I'm actually Flim." "Okay," Twilight took a deep breath. "First: I don't actually care. Second: go away."     "But aren't you supposed to be a Princess of Friendship?" "—You gotta help us out!" Twilight squeezed her eyes shut. "Okay, maybe I can come up with a solution. You two are identical twins, right?"     "Sure—" "—Absolutely." "And can you talk differently if you really tried?"  "I… guess so?—"   "—It might take some getting used to though." "Good enough. I don't know anything about curses, but…" She dug through a cabinet, and found a pair of scissors. "You, cut off your moustache. You, uh, don't cut off your moustache, for like a few months. Problem solved." They looked at one another then back at her. Brief smiles of relief crossed their faces. Then the one with the moustached opened his mouth to keep talking at her. "Now there's just the matter of my small consultation fee for services provided," Twilight said. Ten seconds later, she was alone in the kitchen. She took another sip of her coffee, and then decided maybe it was worth heading back to bed.