Baked Apple was getting closer to the city via a dirt pathway, but he still had some forest left to go. Though, he was feeling tired from all of the walking.
Baked Apple stopped to take a break as he wiped sweat off of his brow. “Almost there. Just need ta keep headin’ straight,” said the friendly guy.
A loud noise pulled him out of his moment of reverie. He was starving.
Baked Apple groaned, feeling hungry. “Ah shoulda taken some of those apples with me from that farm before ah left. Ah woulda had somethin’ ta eat while on the road,” thought the friendly guy. “Though, ah have a feelin’ that if ah did, that woulda gotten me in mighty big trouble with Applejack an’ 'er family. It isn’t worth the trouble.”
GROWLLL!!!
He heard a sound coming from behind him. So, Baked Apple turned around and saw an apple red-colored pickup truck slowly driving down the dirt path. Seeing as how he was in the way of whoever it was, the friendly guy walked out onto the grass so the car could pass Baked Apple by. Before he could continue to relax, the truck suddenly stopped right next to him, allowing the friendly guy to see that inside of the truck was Applejack sitting in the passenger seat next to her brother. The apple farmer rolled the windows down so both sides could hear each other clearly.
“Howdy there, Applejack. Headin’ fer the city?” asked Baked Apple.
She nodded. “Sure am. Ah’m plannin’ ta go hang out with mah friends, so ah asked mah big brother Big McIntosh fer a ride,” Applejack explained. The apple farmer directed a hand at her older brother. “Speakin’ of. B.A., ah’d like ya ta meet Big McIntosh-”
“Howdy,” said the strong man.
The apple farmer then pointed behind herself. “-An’ mah little sister, Apple Bloom,” continued Applejack.
Riding in the backseat behind the girl was her little sister, who had wanted to come along with the two to the city as well. Apple Bloom waved. “Howdy there, mister,” she greeted.
The friendly guy smiled. “Howdy ta the both of ya,” he greeted. “But uh…” Baked Apple looked at the apple farmer. “Ah’d love ta stay and chat, Applejack, but ah have ta continue mah way ta the city, but it was lovely meeting y’all.”
Before the friendly guy could continue on down the path, the apple farmer stopped him.
She raised an eyebrow, looking at Baked Apple. “Are ya actually plannin’ ta walk all the way ta the city? Right now, yer sweating like a greased-up hog in the middle of July, an’ even more tired than Apple Bloom after ah had 'er chase down the chickens she let loose,” said Applejack.
The younger apple sibling turned red with embarrassment. “Hey! That was by accident!” she said. “Those gosh darn chickens snuck up on me an’ escaped before ah could close the fence.”
The apple farmer grinned. “That’s why me an’ yer brother always warned ya ta be on guard around those chickens. They’re sneakier and craftier than they look,” said Applejack. She then looked at Big McIntosh. “Isn’t that right, Big Mac?”
He nodded, agreeing with his younger sister. After all, the strong man has in fact dealt with the chickens’ trickery before over the years. “Eeyup,” said Big McIntosh.
Apple Bloom feeling outnumbered, crossed her arms, grumbling. The friendly guy was watching the entire exchange, trying not to laugh.
“Anyway, ah was wonderin’ if ya wanted a ride ta Ponyville since we’re all headin’ the same way? Ya can rest yer feet fer a while,” offered the apple farmer.
He thought about it. “Ah am feelin’ bit awfully tired, an’ ah want ta make it there before nighttime happens, whenever that happens. Though, ah don’t know ‘em well enough ta ride with ‘em, but ah can ride in the back ta be safe,” thought Baked Apple. The friendly guy nodded. “Thanks. Ah’ll ride in the back.”
Before Applejack could say anything, Baked already walked over to the back of the truck and climbed up into the cargo bed. Once Baked Apple had sat down, the strong guy started up the truck and drove off towards the city. As for the friendly guy, he had reached into his backpack and pulled out a journal and an ink pen. Inside of it were tons of blank pages. They weren’t blank for long as Baked Apple started writing in them.
Few Minutes Later
The truck was driving around in Ponyville. The friendly guy, after finally noticing where they were, had to look up from his writing in order to look around and check the place out. Baked Apple was both shocked and amazed as he saw the inhabitants of Ponyville. Every person they passed by looked like regular old humans rather than their Equestria Girls counterparts, except they did have the same eye and hair colors as the ones from the show, which let the friendly guy know that the human universe he was in wasn’t the one from the show itself.
Seeing this didn’t break Baked Apple’s determination. “Even if ah’m in a different universe, they might still have the statue with the portal tah Equestria. Ah just need ta go ta find their version of Canterlot High an’ find that portal,” thought the friendly guy.
GROWLLL!!!
His stomach sounded off again.
Baked Apple placed a hand on his stomach. “But first, ah need ta get something ta eat. Ah’m hungrier than a coyote in a hen house,” thought the friendly guy.
He closed his journal and placed both it and the pen back into the backpack. Then, Baked Apple reached in and took out a padlock and key. Once the friendly guy zipped it up on both sides, he put the padlock around the zippers and clicked it shut. After that, Baked Apple placed the key underneath his foot in his left shoe. He had to be cautious since he was somewhere that he didn’t know anything about, even if it was a version of Ponyville. The truck suddenly pulled into the parking lot of some fast-food restaurant called ‘Burger Banan-za’. It even had a sign with its name underneath a burger that had bananas on it as a topping.
“Shucks. Bananas as a topping fer burgers?” thought the friendly guy, surprised. “Not gonna lie, that actually sounds mighty delicious. Might order me one with bananas, one day.”
Once the truck had stopped in an empty parking space, Baked Apple had stood up, put on his backpack, and climbed out from the back of the truck. The friendly guy then stretched his legs a little to get rid of the ramped discomfort. After a few seconds, Baked Apple turned to face the apple farmer, who was getting out of the truck along with her siblings.
The friendly guy smiled. “Many thanks fer givin’ me a ride inta town, ya’ll. Catch ya later,” he said.
But before Baked Apple could leave again, Applejack stopped him again.
“Hold on there a minute, mister. Before ya leave, ah was wondering if ya wanted somethin’ ta eat?” asked the apple farmer. “Big Mac is payin’.”
“Eeyup,” agreed the strong guy.
Before the friendly guy could say no, his stomach sounded off again.
GROWLLL!!!
Baked Apple was silent. “...Fine,” said the friendly guy. “Anythin’ ta keep my stomach quiet.”
He followed after the three, stomach growling the entire time. The friendly guy arrived inside and saw that it was a family-themed restaurant.
“Whoa. Looks incredible,” thought Baked Apple.
They then met the host, who after being told how many people were in the group, had grabbed four menus under his arm and guided them to an empty table. The friendly guy and Applejack sat on one side, while Big McIntosh and the younger apple sibling sat on the other side.
“A server will be right with you to take your order,” the host informed. He then left to go back to his post.
The four of them took a look at the menus, deciding on what to order.
“Hmm…Some’a these on the menu do sound good,” he thought. “Ah guess ah’ll get that an’ that too.”
The apple farmer looked over from her menu to look at Apple Bloom. “What are ya thinking of gettin’, Apple Bloom?” asked Applejack.
She pointed at two things on the menu. “Ah’m thinkin’ of gettin’ this an’ this with a Chocolate Milkshake,” answered the younger apple sibling.
“Don’t stuff yerself full. You don’t wanna end up sick, now do ya?” asked the apple farmer.
Apple Bloom shook her head. “No,” answered the younger apple sibling.
“A Chocolate Milkshake does sound good, but Big McIntosh is payin’ for everythin’. Ah don’t want ‘em to waste too much money on all of us,” thought Baked Apple. “Ah guess a lemonade sounds good.”
Nobody had noticed that the server had just arrived at their table.
“Hello there, Banan. Would you like to start with some appetizers?” greeted a male voice.
They looked in the direction of the voice to see that it belonged to a transfeminine guy.
She smiled at them. “Howdy there, Banana Pie. How’s ya ma, pa, an’ lil’ siblin’ doin’?” asked Applejack.
Banana Pie smiled back at the apple farmer. “They’re doing great, Applejack. Business is going great for our restaurant,” responded the waitress. She then looked at the friendly guy, curious, but also wanted to make friends with him. “Hello there. Who are you?”
“Howdy there. Mah name’s Baked Apple, but you can call me B.A. for short,” greeted Baked Apple.
Hearing his name made Banana Pie turn to look at Applejack, now confused.
She chuckled as the apple farmer had felt the same exact way as the waitress did before. “Nah, B.P., we’re not related. Ah already asked B.A. about it before when ah first met ‘im,” Applejack informed. She looked at the friendly guy. “Baked Apple, meet Banana Pie. Her ma an’ pa own the restaurant. Not only that, but 'er little brother Blueberry Pie also goes ta the same school as Apple Bloom, while she’s going to the same school as me and my friends are going to be attending this year.”
After hearing the apple farmer’s explanation, he then smiled at Banana Pie. “Nice ta meet ya, Banana Pie,” greeted Baked Apple.
She smiled back. “Nice to meet you too, B.A.,” said Banana Pie. The waitress looked at all of them. “Now, would any of you like to start with some appetizers?”