Today was the day of the Ponyville annual bake off. Carrot Top was sitting in her home, humming to herself a quaint little tune while she was preparing the batter for her soon to be awarded blue ribbon carrot cake. Of course to receive her ribbon first she must best her rivals, Applejack and Pinkie Pie. Two ponies that have impeded her from receiving the ribbon for far too long.
Pinkie Pie was someone that she can handle. She liked the parties that she threw, but found her to be formidable when it came to baking. It boggles her mind how someone who cooks with so much sugar could still create a cake that was rich, moist and incredibly flavorful all with the perfect balance without being too overly sweet. Although the audible sound of decaying tooth enamel says otherwise of Pinkie's delicious cake.
Then there was Applejack. Oh, how she loathed that pony. Always going about boasting how her apples and home styled apple pie would always best her carrot and carrot cake no matter how much she refined her recipe. It infuriated her to no end with each defeat brought at the hooves of Applejack. Just once she'd like to hold the ribbon right up to that pony's face and gloat like there was no tomorrow.
But this year would be different, or at least that's what she keeps telling herself as she went and reached for the most important ingredient of her cake: real carrots. She reached around all while stirring her batter, only to be disheartened to find that she'd forgotten to pick them from her garden earlier that day.
She set her bowl down and walked out to the back of her home to her personal carrot patch. However, as she made her way to the door to overheard a familiar sound. A sound that made her blood boil with righteous indignation. It was the sound of crunching. But not just any crunching. Years of tilling to her land has made her senses acute when someone or something decided to snack on her carrots, and this was no different.
Without a second thought, Carrot Top reached for her nearby broom and kicked the door down with her hind legs. As she walked out, there it was. A large mole with massive claws, casually chewing away on a carrot from her patch.
"Hey!" she called out. The mole creature turned to face her, although she could've sworn that there was two of them earlier "Filthy moles eating my carrots eh?" she raised her broom up high "Taste broom you thief!"
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Drilbur only stood and stared at the odd pony thing as the broom came crashing down on his noggin. A loud crack sound echoed throughout the patch as he ran around in circles, yelping in pain with his claws on his head.
"OW!" he cried out in pain. When he finally settled down he turned to shot a laser guided glare towards Carrot Top "Hey! What's the big idea hitting me like that!" he growled.
"Um, Drilbur?" Victini, who was still invisible, whispered to Drilbur "I don't think that pony thingy is like us, so I don't think she understands you"
"I don't care if Mew is having lunch with Deoxys on top of a Wailord in space while a group of Clefairy are doing the can can! She just hit me and I gonna give her a piece of my mind!" Drilbur shouted.
"In her defense, you did eat her carrots" Victini sharply retorted, causing Drilbur to turn bright red.
"...anyway. I got a few choice words for her" Drilbur replied. He brought his claw up to his mouth and cleared his throat, preparing himself to speak "Ahem..."
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Carrot top stared in avid curiosity at the way that the mole was shouting at her. It was actually quite interesting if she had anything to say about. It almost made her forgive him for stealing her carrots because of how adorable he looked when he was fuming. Almost.
She continued to stare, wondering what it was that the mole was attempting to say to her. She could see the mole's mouth moving, but all that she heard coming out of his windpipe was:
Dril, dril, drilbur!, Dril, drilbur, dril! Or something along those lines.
Needless to say, after a few minutes of him shouted, she got bored and agitated with how long he was able to keep up his shouting. So, she raised her broom and prepared to sweep the mole away again.
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"....and another thing!" Drilbur started but couldn't finish his sentence when the broom came down on his head again. Victini invisibly winced at the sight of Drilbur being subjected to another cruel game of whack-a-mole by the angry pony thing. Drilbur by then was starting to see a trio of Cleffa orbiting his noggin as his vision and consciousness began to meld into a blur. Luckily, being the ground type pokemon that he is, he managed to shake off the pain and delivered another glare to Carrot Top who still remained resolute with her broom.
Carrot Top swing the broom once more, but this time Drilbur wasn't going to put up with the abuse anymore. Just as the broom came down on him, he clasp his two claws together and began to rotate at high speeds. Drilbur performed an impressive drill rush attack and shredded the broom into sawdust, saving the last remaining portion of the broom by carving it into a toothpick which he promptly used to pick out carrot pieces from his teeth with a smug grin plastered on his face.
Carrot Top physically paled upon witnessing her only source of defense reduced to sawdust in mere minutes by a mole no bigger than one foot in height. She slowly backed away from the monster mole. Beads of sweat formed by the base of her neck, her heartbeat and mind began racing at a million miles and hour. Before long, the fear center of her brain kicked into gear and forced her to turn and tail and gallop away into town where she was screaming at the top of her lungs:
"HELP! MONSTER MOLES ARE ATTACK THE TOWN. EVERYONE! PROTECT YOUR CROPS!" she screamed.
Drilbur could only chuckled with amusement as he fell to the floor laughing his head off at the easily terrified pony creature. Victini dropped his invisibility and flew over to Drilbur, eyes filed with disapproval of his mole friend's antics.
"I know she was hitting you with the broom but did you really have to use drill rush to scare her off like that?" he asked.
"Excuse me, were you batted on top of the head with a broom twice today?" Drilbur retorted. Victini opened his mouth to argue, but he found that there really wasn't much to be said given everything that's happened in the last hour. Getting sucked into a hole and being spat out to who knows where wasn't exactly on their list of things to do today "Alright, I can overlook your antics this time, only because of the fact that I don't know where we are. What do you suggest we do now?"
Drilbur didn't say much, he only shurgged before he started looking around again. He then walked on over to another carrot and plucked it straight out of the ground, handing it over to Victini in the process.
"Carrot?" he offered with the biggest goofy grin on his face. Victini was about to say something again, but sighed and took the carrot regardless.
"Sure... why not?" he said as he cracked a little smile and chewed on the carrot alongside Drilbur as they both wandered into the town before them. It was then that something insignificant grabbed hold of his interest "Wow. These are some good carrots!" he beamed adorably.
"I'd knew you'd like it!" Drilbur jovially exclaimed with a pat on Victini's back.