My Littlest Pet Shop: Escape from Equestria

by Drizzle Quill

Chapter Eleven: Tea and Biskits

“My name is, like, Whitney Biskit, and this is my sister, Brittany Biskit. We’re, like, twins.”

It was the black-haired girl who was speaking, slowly stirring her tea with one finger as she did so. Zelda had asked the girls what they would like to drink, and they had said “root beer.” What in the name of Celestia was a “root beer?” So the zebra had gotten them tea, and they hadn’t complained yet, which was fine by her.

“Whitney, maybe we’re dreaming,” Brittany said, looking at her twin with an odd hopefulness in her pinkish colored eyes which Zelda hadn’t seen before. “Maybe we’re, like, still in bed.”

“That would be cool,” the black-haired girl said nonchalantly, and the zebra had to admit she was impressed with how the girls could keep calm and talk normally without panicking at the fact that they were surrounded by giant, talking animals. “Goat thing, is this a dream?”

“Good question.” Biff looked with worried black eyes in Zelda’s direction. “Zelda, are we secretly in a dream?”

The zebra facehoofed. “No…just no. Biff, you are not in a dream. Biskits, I’m not sure if you are or aren’t. We’ll see. It’ll be part of my…” She waved her hooves mysteriously. “…magical powers.”

I hope they fall for this…or maybe I can convince them they’re in a dream so that they can help us! Later, though…later.

The twins looked at each other skeptically, and then turned back to Zelda without saying anything more, leaving the grey zebra to hope desperately that they had been pleased. She needed them so badly. If she could have humans in her show, forget Biff’s stupid idea about talking animals! These were legends!

“Um, Whitney? Brittany?” Biff asked tentatively, glancing back at Zelda to see if it was okay to speak. She gave a quick nod of the head and the mountain goat continued. “I…if you don’t mind, I’d really like to know how you guys came to Equestria.”

“You mean, this, like, forest-thing?” Brittany asked, sipping her tea, which she still evidently thought was a “root beer.”

“Yes and no,” Biff answered. “Some of it is forest land, but most of our land are cities. Ponyville, which is the closest, then we have Cloudsdale, Manehatten, Seaddle, Fillydelphia…”

The girls were looking incredibly bored now, so Zelda poked her mountain goat accomplice and hissed, “Shut up, we’re losing them!”

Biff looked slightly hurt, but he nodded nonetheless.

“So, you were, like, asking us about how we came here?” Whitney asked coolly, now poking at the same device they had been trying to activate earlier in vain. “Well, I’m really not quite sure.”

Brittany took off the story here; Zelda assumed that they would just be switching off, and that that was somewhat normal for them. She took a sip of her tea and listened to what the girls had to say. This could be very important.

“So this morning, we were, like, texting, and walking past Blythe’s pet shop because Daddy was telling us to get up and do some chores if we wanted our allowance, which was totally, like, not fair. Whitney was talking to me about how she really wanted a root beer because she was tired from all the, like, walking.”

“All of a sudden,” Whitney said with eyes wide, “we felt like we were being sucked into this, like, vacuum thing, and there were colors all around us, floating and, like, wrapping us in them, and I was so, like, terrified that I couldn’t scream, and then I felt something hairy, and I realized…”

“…it was BLYTHE’S head! She was screaming and panicking, and all of her animals were, like, barking and doing their crazy noises, and all of a sudden we were on a hilltop. Blythe and her animals were all, um…” Brittany looked at her sister with an almost sheepish expression. “Whit, what do you call it…?”

“Sleeping for a really long time, duh,” Whitney rolled her eyes as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. Biff looked at Zelda, a confused look on his face.

‘I thought the term was knocked out, or passed out,’ he mouthed.

‘They clearly aren’t the smartest in the room,’ Zelda mouthed back, priding herself upon that role; quickly she formed the words for ‘Shut up, or they’ll think we’re not listening!’

Biff was confused by this, as he wasn’t truly making any words; therefore he could not ‘shut up’ but he refused to tell Zelda this, because she was the smart one with the magical powers and he was not.

“Oh, yeah,” Brittany nodded her head and smiled. “So, they were, like, sleeping for a really long time because they had landed on their heads, and we landed on our feet. Then we saw giant horses and started to run, but then we found a river that we couldn’t swim across.” She rolled her eyes. “So we started to walk, like, along the river.”

“It took forever because we kept, like, stopping to rest our tired feet,” Whitney continued, still fussing with her small object. “But finally we found you guys, and you said you would, like, get us home.” She stared at Zelda with oddly unnerving eyes. “So, can you?”

Zelda felt herself beginning to laugh. “Um…yeah! Of course I can!” It was nervous laughter, but the girls didn’t seem to pick up on it.

“Great,” Brittany said lazily, taking another sip of her tea.

The twins proceeded to whisper in low tones – at times they giggled maniacally, and Zelda had no idea why, but it was starting to annoy her. What if they were talking about her? What could they say about her?

Maybe they were talking about Biff. He could be rather strange, and had weird looking eyes. That had to be it.

“Zelda?”

The zebra looked over at her white companion and rolled her eyes when she saw him looking at her with absolute sincerity and nervousness. “What is it now, Biff?”

“…do you think we can get them to help with the circus while you try to figure out how to send them home?” the mountain goat asked hopefully. “We really need some bits to get back on our hooves…”

“That’s what I was planning, idiot!” Zelda snapped, necklace banging against her neck as she hissed in his ear. “They said they have another human friend around – Bike, or something like that – and if we can get her, we can have another addition to the circus!”

“Wow.” The mountain goat nodded, black eyes full of awe. “You’re really smart, Zelda.”

The zebra smirked, aquamarine eyes flashing. “You don’t have to tell me. I know.”

“I just have one question, though,” Biff asked, eyes suddenly full of worry. “What about my idea about the talking animals with the special talents? I thought that was a great idea!”

“If we can find talking animals with special talents,” Zelda sighed, just to humor the poor goat, “then we’ll ask them to come too. If they don’t come, we’ll take them.” She really didn’t think there were these kind of animals anywhere in Equestria, but she had to keep her level of respect steady. The last thing she needed right now was for Biff to drop out and take the humans with him.

“Tomorrow,” continued Zelda, “we will go and find that human they talked about. Let’s get them ready for be—”

“Aaah!” Brittany suddenly shrieked; Zelda leapt up, preparing to see some danger about, maybe another zebra?

“What is it?” Biff asked nervously, also glancing around quickly.

“This…this stuff isn’t root beer!”

The zebra sighed. The human hunt in the morning couldn’t come soon enough. It was going to be a very, very long night.