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// Night Of The Gala 
// Story: The Night Of Many Parties 
// by Wubba dub 
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Night Of The Gala




It was the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, the sun was going down, and in a house getting ready for the night was Wubba Dub running from his room to the bathroom. Using telekinesis, he brushed his navy blue mane and his teeth, and put on black sweatpants and black jacket, all at the same time. After minutes of getting ready his mane was brushed, and teeth whiter than a shiny golf ball. He went to the mirror .

"Well, at least I'll look good when I go to jail."

Wubba grabbed 230 origami paper boats, and shoved them all in the big black saddle bag. Suddenly Wubba's phone rang and then glowed dark blue as he used telekinesis to answer it.

"Hello."

"Are you ready for tonight."

"Almost, is Apple Pop at the gala yet?” 

"No, but he will be, meet us at the end of your street... i'll explain later, bye."

Wubba put his phone in the overstuffed saddle bag and walking to the kitchen to drink some of Applejack's apple cider before he went out.

"Damn that's good.”

Wubba threw the empty mug in the sink and ran outside. When the sun went down there was a beautiful night sky, with the street lights glimmering upon the streets. Wubba rushed towards the end of the street, only to find a red carriage sitting there alone. As he walked by the side, a blue pony with a puffy light blue mane popped out of the window. It was Con-fetti.  

"Get in the white carriage when it comes."

The red carriage drove off, leaving Wubba stranded with only the glow of the street lights, the stacked apartments, and the beautiful night sky with all the constellations sparkling from far above. After looking at the stars for a few minutes a white carriage came speeding down the street. As the white carriage came closer a loud screech came from the wheels and then it came to a stop. The door opened and the sound of rap came blasting out of the white carriage.

Wubba quickly climbed in with his saddlebag, and closed the door. In the carriage, Wubba looked around at the Celestia-powered, hi-tech interior only to find Jet Fire in the drivers seat.

"HEY, you made it ," Jet Fire said.

"Yea well your a little late," Wubba said.

"No, you were too early,” Jet Fire said


Wubba placed his saddle bag on the floor then looked at Jet Fire as if he was wearing his birthday suit.


“Why aren't you dressed in black?”


“It’s only vandalizing, this is not some bank job,” Jet Fire said.


“Well when the cops come you're gonna be sorry that they find you first.” 


“Whatever, cut the chit-chat, Whippy and Con-fetti are waiting for us at the park."

Jet Fire used magic start up the white supercharged carriage. Wubba had a scared look on his face as he watched Jet Fire looking at him.   

"Put your seatbelt on and grab your maracas... it's about to get shaky."  

Wubba instantly put on his seat belt when he heard the carriage roar with horsepower as it went from 0 to 105 in the blink of an eye. Wubba sunk back into the seat as they sped through the street. The carriage was going so fast that Wubba couldn't tell what street he was on or how long this ride will last. It was only a few seconds ‘till they arrived at the park. The screech that came from the wheel when Jet Fire hit the brakes was only half as loud as Vinyl Scratch's bass cannon, but it still scared all the birds in the trees as they pulled in the park.

Sitting there in the night, where the moon lit up a flat grass area where two ponies, and a red carriage stood still at a bench. Jet Fire stepped out of the carriage and grabbed his saddle bag in the trunk as Wubba came out with ears ringing and his entire body shaking. Traumatized and dizzy Wubba crawled out of the carriage with the black saddle bag to the bench where the ponies sat in the dark. Jet Fire pulled out a lantern and used magic to turn it on. In the light appeared a purple maned, grey pony named Whippy Doodle, and sitting next to him was Con-fetti.

"Finally, you ponies show up. Wubba did you grab the stuff?" Whippy Said looking at Wubba.

"Yeah, it's all in the bag.”

Whippy looked in the black, overstuffed saddle bag and checked to see if each item was there, then looked back at everypony. 

"Good... Apple Pop should be arriving at the Gala in half an hour.”


Then after drinking a monster energy drink and throwing it in the grass, Con-fetti wanted to spend his time having fun. Wubba saw a public grill set up for all ponies. He decided to grab some sticks and dry grass and make a fire.

"I'm going to the playground, to spin on the merry-go-round.”

Con-fetti walked toward the spinning contraption and spun on it. Eventually the rest of the ponies joined Con-fetti in messing around on the playground. As the ponies played for 30 minutes, Whippy checked his watch for the time and alerted the ponies.

"It's time.”

Everypony knew what time it was. Whippy and Con-fetti galloped to their carriage and drove off as Wubba and Jet Fire grabbed their stuff and went back to the white carriage. They all headed to the Grand Galloping Gala. Wubba knew why they couldn't go to the Gala. Jet Fire was too cool to go, Whippy Doodle and Con-Fetti just didn't want to go to the Gala in the first place, and Wubba got rejected by Flitter, the mare he asked to go to the Gala with him, but every pony had one reason in common. They all hated Apple Pop for going to Gala without thinking about spending time with his friends. Listening to hip hop all the way to the Gala, Jet Fire turned down the music and pointed with his hoof towards the parking lot outside the town hall. 

"We're here. Get ready,” Jet Fire suggested, looking at Wubba as if they were going to start a riot.

Thousands of carriages were sitting there in the dark, with only the moon as the light that lit up the parking lot, waiting to be vandalized. The white carriage drove into the parking lot, finding where Whippy and Con-fetti had parked so that the 4 ponies could start there raid.

"There they are.” Wubba said pointing his hoof at the red carriage. 


Jetfire saw the carriage parked at the end of the parking lot away from all the other carriages. With the the two carriages parked side by side, all 4 ponies stepped out of their carriages with all black on so that they won't be seen. Wubba handed Whippy and Con-fetti the fake police violation tickets, and the black spray paint. Wubba took out all 230 origami boats, as Wubba saw Jet Fire looking at Wubba as if he was crazy.

"What? I have a hobby for folding paper, besides I like to be creative when I vandalize."

Jet Fire shook his head and grabbed half of the boats. As all the ponies searched for Apple Pop's carriage walking through carriages and carriages, Wubba started placing boats on the antennas of each carriage. Whippy was placing the fake tickets on the carriages he selected with Con-fetti. Walking in the night Wubba saw a carriage that caught his eye. It was a police carriage, and Wubba rushed towards the carriage and placed a boat on it. Wubba stood back to take a good look at the carriage and chuckled as he galloped away to catch up with the other ponies. 


A few minutes passed as the ponies vandalized the carriages, ‘till finally Whippy, Wubba, Con-fetti, and Jet Fire found their primary objective. Standing in front of them was a huge red carriage, which was made for driving off-road. 

"Yep, this is his carriage." Whippy said.

"Dude this so totally gonna be so fucking rad.” Wubba said.

"Apple Pops going to be pissed." Con-fetti said.

"Lets hurry this up, I have to be home soon." Jetfire said.

The ponies got to work on fully and utterly vandalizing Apple Pop's carriage with black spray paint, fake violation tickets and origami boats. Con-fetti wrote GALA QUEEN and GRAND GALLOPING GALA 2012 on the side of the carriage. The carriage was trashed, with the antenna and the outside of the carriage covered with origami boats, words written on the side and front of the carriage, and a violation ticket on windshield stating that the car looked like shit and doesn't need to park here. 


After laughing for several minutes the 4 ponies spilt like a banana from the vandalized carriage. Walking back to the carriages without being seen, Jet Fire headed home in his white carriage with a loud roar and tire marks on the street. Whippy, Con-fetti, and Wubba headed to Whippy’s carriage with full satisfaction. Driving off looking at the carriages. Wubba looked at the police carriage and chuckled, then Con-fetti looked at Wubba.


“Did you... ooo Celestia, you can go to jail for that, theres like cameras in and on the outside of a poilce carriage.”


“I know, but it was pretty fucking hilarious.” 


Driving in the carriage going to wherever this night may take him. Con-fetti got a text from Honey Biscuit, then looked at Whippy.


“Hey can we first stop at 5 and below, before we head to hb’s house.”


Whippy turn the carriage around heading to the cheap store that was open ‘till late. The 3 ponies got there with awkward silence in the carriage ‘till the carriage pulled into a parking spot to breaking the tension. They were walking out of the carriage to go into the store. Everything was cheap, looking around at toys and prank gadgets, but one item caught Wubba’s eye like the police carriage. It was a vuvuzela that came apart in 3 pieces of red, white and blue. Wubba knew he had to buy it, it was perfect, and it fit right into his black saddle bag. 


Wubba ran to the cash register and purchased it like the world depended on it.  Con-fetti also found the item that he needed. It was a toy pop gun that made a big pop when he pulled the trigger. With Wubba and Whippy waiting for Con-fetti to purchase the item, Wubba ran outside blowing his horn running to the carriage. They were all in the carriage with all his friends shooting Con-fetti’s pop gun and Wubba blowing his horn while racing down the street. 


Few minutes passed and Whippy and the other ponies heard something that made them shit themselves. It was a police siren, and as soon as Whippy heard it ,he pulled over as quickly as he could. Knowing what was coming to him he knew he couldn't escape now. With the three ponies sitting there waiting for the officer, Wubba placed his saddle bag with all the equipment they used to vandalize Apple Pop’s carriage. Wubba leaned in to whisper to Whippy and Con-fetti.


“Play it cool bronies.”


The officer came by the right side and Whippy rolled down his window. Within the time it took for the window to open completely, the three ponies gulped, with their hearts pumping, and eyes widen as window came down half way. Wubba saw Con-fetti start sweat a little, then looked at Whippy seeing that he looked as if he was shiting out a can of tuna. Wubba knew he had to play it cool and joke with the officer a little.


“Sir, do you know your headlight was out on the front-left side?”


The three ponies breathed out in a sigh of relief. Knowing that they could have been pulled over for vandalizing a parking lot, or shooting a pop gun outside of a carriage. Whippy looked at the officer.

“Yeah, I got to get that fixed.”


“Ok. And do any of you ponies have any weapons or drugs of any kind.”


“no.” Whippy said. 


“nope.” Con-fetti said.


Whippy and Con-fetti said looking at each other. Wubba knew he had to break the tension with a joke, it was the perfect time. Wubba stook his head out in front of Con-fetti.


“Does a toothpick count?”


The officer laughed inside and let out a little chuckle while looking at Wubba.


“Maybe.”


Wubba leaned back into his seat knowing that he made an officer laugh. Then the officer proceed to finishing up his business.


“Sir can I see your license and registration.” 


Whippy took out his wallet and gave him his card and a small piece of parchment. The officer left back to his carriage. Whippy looked back at Wubba as if he was gonna buck him in the face.


“What the hell is wrong with you.” Whippy said.


“I was being cool,” Wubba said.


“Wubba you don’t say stuff like that to a officer.” Whippy said.


“SHHH! The officer can hear us.” Con-fetti said.


Con-fetti said breaking the tension. Then there was the awkward silence again. It was only a few minutes till the officer came back with Whippy’s card and parchment, at the window the officer gave Whippy a stern look.


“Mr. Wippy Doodle Dandy, your insurance is expired. Do you have parchment stating your proof of insurance?”


Whippy looked around and checking his carriage for anything from a scroll to a stickie note. Then looked back at the officer.


“No officer I don’t.”


“Well I’ll tell you what, you get that headlight fixed ok. You ponies have a good night ok.” 


The officer went back into his carriage and drove off. The 3 ponies looked at each other as if they just escaped jail. Whippy used his magic to start his carriage again, looking over noticing his right headlight was out. Seconds before driving off Whippy put dubstep music to kill the tension. As they drove off in the night to Honey Biscuit’s house, Wubba realized that if the officer would have checked the saddle bag, their night would end right then and there. He then realized something special, that the ponies in the carriage were without a doubt his best friends, knowing that they would have gone to jail together.  



Whippy noticed the magic meter on the carriage going down and pulled into a magic station to fill up the magic power in the carriage. While waiting in the carriage, Wubba and Con-fetti went into the station to buy some drinks when Wubba had to ask about the maps.


“Hey there’s no price tag on this... are these...free?”


The pony behind the counter looked at Wubba like he was confused.


“I do not know.”


Wubba purchased his drink and walked out with a free map. While in the car with Con-fetti and Whippy when he was done putting magic in the carriage. Wubba looked on the back of the map and there was a price tag with  $10.00 written on it.


“Holy shit... I just stole this.”

Wubba looked at Con-fetti like they just ran over a deer. Laughing and looking at the map of Ponyville, Wubba put the stolen map in his black saddle bag. Whippy turned on the carriage with magic and drove to Honey Biscuit’s house.  


Wubba knew he would have fun at Biscuit’s, but also knew that this night of many parties could not end before midnight. With the apple cider still coursing through his veins there was no way he was gonna hit the hay. His plan was to hang with him for a while then get out and head to the next party, making his own best night ever. In the carriage listening to club music through the night. It was 10:27, and the three ponies reached the house.