Static, Crimson, and five of the six Elements Bearers sat at a table outside Sugarcube Corner, watching the madness unfurl around them, as they calmly ate the baked goods that Pinkie had supplied them.
The madness in particular had started, as it often did, with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
In truth, they never intended for any of their Crusades to go the way they often did. Their enthusiasm just had the unfortunate habit of kicking their good sense and survival instinct out of the nearest window- usually with a galloping run-up beforehoof.
Their client today had been a young Colt who had been interested in construction, specifically of the kind used to build the traditional style thatched cottages that dominated Ponyville’s housing market.
Of course, the CMC had managed to wheedle their way into getting some building supplies, since, even as young teens, they still carried with them the overly cutesy puppy dog eye trick that melted most adults resistance like snow in the sunlight. This in turn had led to the colt doing exactly what he had wanted to do, plan, and then build, a new house in the middle of town. How the CMC had managed to get the permits for him was something none of the casually snacking friends bothered to ask, since the answer was probably one of two options; puppy dog eyes, or, they actually hadn’t, and had broken the law.
Surprisingly, it had gone quite well, with their client, Thatcher, sketching out the plans and utilizing the tools and materials provided to him to build a sturdy, two story building meant for a family of four, complete with three bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, bathroom and walk in closets.
But as always, the CMC’s enthusiasm to help their client achieve his dream led to a series of unfortunate events.
Sweetie Belle had been using one of electric drills to make holes in several boards, when Apple Bloom called for her help lifting several loads of hay up to the roof. Sweetie immediately dropped the drill and went to help her friend….only to later realize that the untended drill had fallen off of the workbench she had been using, and landed right on top of a gas tank used for a blowtorch. While the drill obviously wasn’t drilling anything without Sweetie to operate it, the heavy electrical tool had nonetheless dented the canister in just the right place for it to start hissing, spitting out what was most likely propane from a small gap that had opened close to the top end.
At the same time, Scootaloo had been up on the roof, taking a break from the heavy work, and had left her safety glasses lying on the beam she was resting on. Those glasses caught the sun just so, at just the right angle, to send a highly concentrated light beam right at the gas canister, and…..
Well, a few moments later, the canister had come flying out of the new house, quickly burning through its stored propane reserves in the same manner as a rocket, and crashed right into Trixie Lulamoon’s wagon.
Trixie Lulamoon, being a magician, stored several very sensitive magician tools in her wagon, including smoke bombs, magic wands, handkerchiefs, and, of course, fireworks.
These fireworks had torn through her wagon like confetti, leaving a soot covered Trixie sitting on the floor of her newly convertible wagon, while fireworks went whizzing off at random angles to create even more chaos.
The ponies of Ponyville had learned over the years how to respond to crises of all kinds, and their preferred method of dealing with the issue was to run around like headless chickens for about two and half hours, screaming in bloody panic at whatever travesty had befallen them this week. They proceeded to do just that, as the Fireworks set nearby thatched roofs alight, shattered windows by going off next to them, and even managing to go down one house’s chimney, where it exploded and sent huge clouds of soot flying out into the unfortunate resident’s face and living room, painting it all black.
This unfortunate mare had stumbled out of her home, coughing and spluttering her poor lungs out as she tried to clear the soot from them- only for one of the well known over-reactors of town, Lily the flower pony, to spot her doing so, assume the worst, and then run off screaming: “GHOUL!!! GHOUL!! THERE’S A GHOUL IN TOWN!! OH THE HORROR!! THE HORROR!!! RUNNNN!!!” This was immediately followed by both of the other two flower mares imitating their marefriend in every way. Soon afterwards, a great number of ponies were fleeing in terror from the poor filly hacking her guts up
This in turn led to the entirety of Twilight’s new Friendship Guard arriving to find a street in chaos, which they immediately attempted to remedy by trying to calm ponies down and let them see reason- only for a burning hay cart to come rolling down the street at them, crash into them, and carry them all the way out of town while acting Captain True Shot desperately tried to regain control of the situation.
The Guard gone, all hope of regaining sense quickly became absolutely lost.
And so the elements, watching it all from Sugarcube Corner, with front row seats, sighed, shook their heads, and went back to their snacks.
“Does this kind of thing always happen around here?” Asked Crimson.
“This is an average Tuesday.” Twilight sighed, in resignation, while Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Static continued to laugh at the dumbfounded expressions on the CMC’s face, as the fillies watched the insanity from the doorway of Thatcher’s untouched and pristine new house.
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