//------------------------------// // Episode One, Part Two: The N'cha Cannon is Canon // Story: Dr. Rare // by Art Inspired //------------------------------// The Doctor sighed, and then some sweat came sliding down his forehead. "No, no, Commissioner." A pause. "I swear, I haven't been inventing anything weird lately." The Doctor was staring directly at Sweetie, and she just stayed where she was while smiling. Today, Sweetie was wearing an orange, buttoned up shirt with white overalls. She also had on a yellow hat that said her name, Sweetie across the front in pink and pretty cursive writing. As for the Doctor, he just had on a basic blue t-shirt with grey pants. "Yes, yes, good luck with finding out who that strange maid was. That is... quite the tale! Gahahah! Yeah, bye now." He hung up the phone, and the phone said, "You were being far too nice!" "Hmph," Dr. Rare responded. "It wasn't a mare! Give me a break..." He then redirected his attention to Sweetie. There was silence. "Sweetie? Yesterday, you just went out for a walk, huh?" Sweetie asked, "Why do we wear shoes on only our hind hooves?" There was more silence. "Doctor! I completely forgot! I completed the speed test." Dr. Rare face-hoofed. "You did... Sweetie Belle? That's... great, but..." "Hoyo?" The innocent child just stood there curiously, and that's when Dr. Rare at last asked her, "Sweetie Belle?" He looked her up and down and almost considered turning her off immediately. Instead, however, he finished his question. "How fast... and how strong are you really?" She simply replied, "Have you been down to your lab recently?" Shock and panic surged through his being, and he headed straight for the door. As soon as it opened, huge clumps of clutter and debris came crashing down, pulverizing Dr. Rare to a pulp. "Gah-ha-hah... hah..." "Hoyo? Doctor? It's not safe to go in that way anymore." Mr. Black Crow flies over Dr. Rare's house, and exclaims, "Idiot! Dumbass! Idiot!" "Repair!" Buzz! "Repair! Yo!" Zap! "Whew..." Dr. Rare then pointed the gun into the air, and he said, "Presto! Repaired!" "Wooooow, Doctor!" The lab was back to normal. Sweetie Belle just remained outside where the hole in the wall was. Dr. Rare motioned for her to enter, and once both of them were back inside, he repaired the hole in the wall, too. "There," he said while smiling at first. Then, he turned towards Sweetie, and asked her, "So...? What are we to never do?" "But, Doctor, you can just fix it anytime you want!" "No! You are to never destroy my lab! It's very important to me!" He huffed, and then finished lecturing her by saying, "Yes, I can fix it anytime I want. Yes, this is just some silly fan fiction based off of some old gag manga so we can do whatever we want... But still!" He huffed again. "We really shouldn't!" "Why not?" "It's just rated teen, and we don't want to have to raise it." Sweetie snickered deviously. "Hehe, Good luck with that," she whispered. "Now then," the Doctor said. "Today, you'll be going to school. Go to your room and get your backpack. I'll be in to help you get ready soon." "Hoooy!" She ran off, yelling, "Ohohoy!" "Mmrh," the Doctor grumbled. "That little filly's bound to be the death of me, I can already tell... By the way, just where'd all of my scratches go?" He shrugged, and then pulled up Sweetie Belle's schematics from the computer. "She's definitely stronger than the computer had predicted... Faster, too... Hmm..." He next checked out her voice box, and Dr. Rare got a startling surprise. "What the...? Sweetie?" He yelled to her, "Sweetie! Please, come here. It's only for a moment." The short, purple and white filly came wandering back down the stairs. "Yes, Doctor?" she asked. "What's this?" He pointed at the screen. "What's in your throat?" "Hoyo?" She came closer towards the desk and just smiled. "That's my N'cha cannon." He just stared at her, and then the screen for a moment. "N'cha...? What's N'cha? I've never heard of something so ridiculous." She swiftly hopped in place to face him, and said, "That's how I say hello!" "N'cha?" he asked. "N'cha," she responded gleefully. The doctor merely giggled at that for a little bit before finally asking her, "Okay, and, uh... wh-what's the N'cha cannon?" He immediately regretted the words that had left his lips. Sweetie took in a very deep breath, and then, she screamed her greeting to him at the top of her lungs. "N'CHAAAAAHHH!" A ginormous blast of raw energy and sheer power followed, and once again, Dr. Rare's lab was reduced to rubble. They were in the car, and at first, they both stayed fairly quiet while listening to the bumps in the road. "Sweetie?" "Yes, Doctor?" He had to choose his words very wisely. After all, he only had himself to blame. Dr. Rare can be a real stinker at times, and you didn't hear this from me, the author, but he's also... a big, gigantic PERVERT! That being said, he really is a magnificent inventor. Without even meaning to, Dr. Rare has not only invented the first robotic pony, but also possibly the most powerful being in the whole wide universe. That's pretty impressive for a guy that lives off of just ramen noodles breakfast, lunch and dinner, week after week, month after month, year after year- "Are you quite done?" "Yes, well I-" "Thank you so much for the compliment just now but I could do without all the rest... Sheesh..." He adjusted the mirror so that he could see Sweetie Belle a little bit better. "Please... be a good little filly while you're at school. Okay?" A bead of sweat came sliding down his forehead. "Mmh, hm! I promise, Dr. Rare." "No N'cha cannon! No removing your head! You're just..." "A simple, and ordinary girl that's ready to go to school." They went by a house. "Doctor?" "Yes?" "Am I going to be your sister, or daughter?" "You're my..." He thought for a moment. "You'd have to be my sister... No, you're my daughter... No, sister...?" "Well? Which one?" "Gah! You're my daughter...?"