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// Munched 6: Rise of the UnderMuncher 
// Story: Prank War! 
// by Ashfur 
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Twilight sat with Celestia in the solar alicorn's office, surrounded by paperwork.  Unfortunately, the paperwork was piled taller than the ponies present, leading Celestia to groan.

"What are these, Celestia?" Twilight asked.

"Grievances,"  she sighed.  "Ponies and other creatures all across the kingdom can send letters with personal problems they need addressed, and I have to go through each one to see if it's worth investigating.  It's very much like day court, only by mail.  Look here,"  she pulled a paper at random from a stack and read it aloud.  "'Dear Princess Celestia, your kingdom is far too organized and needs a few upgrades.  Please contact Discord's Constructive Destruction to...' Okay, bad example.  Discord always slips some jokes in.  Honestly it helps with the monotony of it all."

Twilight pulled down another paper.  "Huh, this one is from a buisnessmare out in Rainbow Falls of all places.  She says she wants a local alchemy shop torn down because of... explosive botanical damage to her nearby jewelry store?"

"Let me see that."  Celestia snatched it up and read the paper thoroughly.  "Ah, seems she set up shop not realizing exactly why insurance premiums in that section of town are so high.  I suppose I'll have to send an inspector over to Alchemiracles to see what Catalyst is up to this time, but enough of that."  She selected another parchment and read it.  "Says here that an orphanage in manehattan needs a slightly larger stipend from the crown this month due to an unforeseen outbreak of feather flu.  I would be more than happy to send some bits their way, it can be quite the money drain when several foals get sick at once.  Your turn, my former student."

"Alright!  I'll take this one,"  Twilight beamed. 
"Blueblood says-"

"Denied."

"But you haven't even heard what he wants, it might-"

"He wants more money.  Denied."  Twilight glanced further down the paper.  Hidden amidst the confusing legalese was a request for a 500% allowance increase.  She quickly lit the paper on fire.  "See?  I told you, Blueblood just wants money.  We should prank my nephew later for that.  Now, let's see..."

The hours passed by without much further incident.  Proposals were denied, proposals were accepted, and many were debated over before being sent to a secure area where they could be negotiated on by both parties later.  All in all, it was a rather productive day.

"Finally!  This is the last grievance,"  Celestia nearly cheered.  "It's about time.  You do the honors, Twilight."

"Alright!  Let's see here... Dear Princess Celestia, I would like to complain about security in the castle kitchens, as it was far too easy to get past, as well as compliment the quality... of... your... cakes.  Signged,"

"NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!"





Nick was sitting in his room, idly reading the latest Daring Do book, when he heard that scream shake the castle.  He sipped his tea, put the cup down, and counted.  "Five.  Four.  Three.  Two, One..."

The door SLAMMED open, revealing a very pissed off alabaster alicorn behind it.  Nick spun in his chair to face her.  "Ah, I see you got my complaint!  I thought those were supposed to be anonymous, though.  Tell me, however did you find out?"

"Moat.  Now."

"Aw, why not a plea bargain?  I tell you how I did it, and you let me go this time?  The moat's getting cleaned anyway."

Celestia glanced out the window at all the equipment checking the moat for various things, and realized that it would indeed be too risky to toss her human friend out there.  "Fine.  Just this once.  Follow me," and they were off.  Upon arriving at the cake storage, Celestia unlocked the door and ushered Nick inside.  "Now then, Nick.  I have this place heavily guarded, security wards in place, alarms spells everywhere, Celestia and even a few mousetraps for good measure.  Now please, explain how you bypassed security even Pinkie might see as a minor obstacle."

"Oh, that?  It's simple, I walked in the front door."

Celestia stepped back, looking at the the heavily barred, magic-proof door she had installed a few weeks back.  "Impossible.  There's no way this door opens for anypony but the chefs and myself.  There's even a magically-scanning inner lock that requires a physical key I keep copies of to trap any would-be thieves inside so they can be punished."

"Exactly!  And you just opened it for me!  See ya later, Celly!"  Woth those words, the normally regal and calm Celestia had a door slammed in her face, the inner lock clicking closed.

"Okay, so I've got probably thirty minutes to snack on anything I want.  I hope the moat isn't too cold today...  Eh, worth it!  Cake time!"

Outside the door, a burning mad princess had to concede defeat to her cakes once more.  Next time, she'd have the upper hoof, though.