What the Heck

by Zytharros

AN BEAUTIFUL MASTERCLASS... No... No! Nooooooooo!!!

Daffy Duck ducked the taffy as Silver Spoon silvered the spoon and spooned with silver. Daffy Duck got arrested for licking the tiara. STFU loser. I am writing a needless extension to a story I said was closed. I wanted to dream up new this.

"Pthhthththttphphptgptphptphptptphptpthtpphphhhhh...." Daffy Duck said.

Silver Spoon played chess on a checkerboard made of Daffy Duck's neck. Something wasn't right, so she Daffied the duck and spun the wheel. Suddenly, Fluttershy and trees on a Twizzler stick. Because ponies in a Pokéball.

Y

Pikachu was run over by a Fluttershy screaming "UNNATURAL ROBOT!!!"

The Pokéball then captured the Fluttershy in a bulldozer because she had one and spat out the bulldozer. Fluttershy screamed at the Pokéball and began bucking Pikachu's tail softly because ponies in a Pokéball.

And then Fluttershy and Silver Spoon banged on a spoon made of ten billion billion silver Fluttershies.

Drums.

They banged drums.

Not each other.

Sick screwballs...

Really, you should think of the children. Specifically Apple Bloom and Applebloom and Moolbelppa and Sweetie Belle and Sweetiebelle and Ellebeiteews and Elleb Eiteews and Scootaloo and Oolatoocs. Why? 'Cause Pinkie Pie took over and began writing a critical mass of nonsense. Something tells me this chapter's not going to be the last I add to this story. Then pizza. 'Cause Rainbow Dash discovered her near-erotic love for meat after nomming on Scootaloo. Accidentally, of course. I okayed having a chicken to replace Scootaloo on set and painted her to look like the filly because Scootaloo is a chicken. But then she suddenly wasn't.

Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't. Then she was. Then she wasn't.

Then Scootaloo got whiplash and felt a stinging sensation as she fell into Rainbow Dash's stomach acid, whereupoin she immediately began a transformation into Scootaxl who then warped Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle into the acid and they became Zero Bloom and Sweetie Bot X, the instance of which caused them to spill over into the universe of Mega Man X and, being unused to the dimensions of video game physics circa 1994 and the complete and total unnaturality of an entirely robotic planet, they promptly ran into two walls on their right and left before commencing to whine and complain about the problem they now faced - that of being on a highway with flat-paneled racing cars and only two directions to move, but they resolved that little problem and began to kick flank and take names as they began their journey back to Ponyville - Scootaxl with a back-mounted machine gun controlled by her wings, Zero Bloom with a blade controlled by some weird hypertelekinetic B.S. that only Earth ponies can possess in this world, and Sweetie Bot X with her horn and a powerful, chargable cannon that helped them immensely on their daring, inconspicuous, and weirdly scripted journey based on a random jackarse's play-through of the previously mentioned game which is the focus of this paragraph and a separate story I may or may not decide to write in the near future but will be incredibly motivated to do so if someone would ponify the cover of Mega Man X7 for me (thank you, RayFriedh! ) where Sweetie Belle is dressed in Mega Man X armour, and Apple Bloom and Scootaloo are similarly decked out in Zero and Axl armor, respectively.

Now that I've officially destroyed all possible credibility in the author world for myself, I'll go join Fluttershy in becoming a tree.

A pear tree.

That blooms oranges and peanuts.

And squash.

Because ponies in a Pokéball.

And Blueshift stars in An Beautiful Masterclass is This.

So does Pinkie Pie.

And her theatre.

Twice...

um...

why are you still reading?

seriously... just stop.

you're making me feel embarrassed...

BIG WET KISS!!!!

Because ponies in a Pokéball.