//------------------------------// // A New Show: Episode Seven // Story: A New Home III: The Quest for the Lost Locket // by APoeticHeart //------------------------------// Before the show.... fred2266's locker room..... "What do you MEAN "Mulia Mild can't make it"?!" fred blares into his phone. "She was supposed to be the MANE EVENT, the KOOTA GRA, the big BRAN MUFFIN.....a-and A BUNCH OF OTHER ICONIC CLAIMS OF GREATNESS. THAT was going to be the big RATINGS BOOM! Yes, HER! She was going to be our biggest guest to date!" fred sighs in empathy. "....we need SOMEBODY, man....this show is going to SUCK. We've got human Featherweight, and PINKIE PIE lined up. Don't get me wrong, I love dah Pinks, but....I'm nutty, SHE'S nutty.....we can't BOTH be nutty, man....there has to be a BUFFER....somebody TAME. We have a clear pattern here on the show......I bring the goof, Jason brings the grace, and Geo brings the gall. That's THREE G's.....we need a BUFFER to block OUT the three G's.....CAN'T have TWO goofs, nor TWO graceful gazelles, nor TWO bad-asses, whether or not they may be Scottish. So, j-just.....find me another final guest for tonight. ANYBODY who is TAME....pony, human, platypus, I don't care. Alright, buddy....sorry for being so snappy.....this stuff is a LOT harder than I expected it would be.....no, no.....we're a great team," fred smiles. "We'll pull it together. Alright. See you," fred hangs up, slumping down against the cubbyhole where he keeps his "Bop It!"....never know when you may need a Bop It!. "Damn......." fred tries to release some pressure off of himself by monologuing. "I'm a 17 year old kid running his own TV show.....I'm a trail-blazer, yet, I feel like week after week, I'm in WAY over my head with this thing.....Jason's been sprayed in the eyes, kicked in the nutty-bar, there's been a psycho Lightning Dust on the loose, there's been a talking churro, Twist has broken multiple ribs, Silver Spoon has seemingly lost her voice, Flash Sentry is still hooked up to an IV in the hospital as I talk to myself......" fred raises an eyebrow. "......which I do not feel odd about doing. Geo's had a 2 ton Hershey kiss dropped onto him, and Oprah Winfrey nearly killed the A New Show audience with his RAUNCHY body odor that smells of a mixture of bengay and Monopoly money. Seems like every week, something BAD happens. I mean, yeah, I'm a sadistic jerk, but I can't help but wonder....when does it all end? Is this show just a revolving door of bad luck and casualties? Do the A New Show fans TRULY understand that their lives are in danger EVERY TIME they come to see this show live? The sad part is.....I never do anything to protect them. H-...have I sold out? I mean, this all spawned from a simple fanfiction series.....that's quite the accomplishment, but.....what am I TRULY looking to gain from this? Notoriety? Fame? A different Playboy bunny for each day of the week to sit on my lap and pet my alpaca? I.....I just.....want to know what is going to come out of this......the destruction of the sanity of these fans? Oh....wait....that's kind of already happened. Then again, I set the show UP like that....maybe I'll never know the answer. I can't exactly STOP production at this point......we're the highest rated show on OWN, and quickly climbing the charts of highest rated TV show PERIOD. Only Once Upon A Time and the reboot of My Life As A Teenage Robot have us beat. You can't just KILL success.....success kills YOU. I can only hope that's just one of those "Hollywood bureaucratic" rumors, though." fred's monologue comes to an end as he can hear the sound of not only footsteps, but also hoofsteps. He quickly composes himself as he hops back up to his feet, keeping his thoughts in the back of his mind for later. In walks the blushing couple, Cody and Lyra. Cody is sweetly holding Lyra's front left hoof in his right hand. "Ah, the beautiful couple," fred greets. "How's the wedding coming along?" "We believe we're making QUITE the amount of progress for it being such an out of nowhere thing," Lyra replies, nuzzling Cody at his side. "I think I finally found the PERFECT wedding dress for me. Besides the A New Show audience, we've got guests like Cody's parents, Bon Bon, and MY parent's set to come for the special occasion!" Lyra squees. "Oh, I can't WAIT!" Fred grins, as he leans over to nudge Cody in his other side. "Did the Mrs. give you an....extra SPECIAL birthday present, bro?" He waggles his eyebrows. Cody blushes. "Ehhh.....w-well, I don't exactly feel comfortabl-" "Of COURSE I did!" Lyra interrupts. "I took him to Kuruma Zushi for his birthday! Seeing all those beautiful hands chop up those beautiful fish......was.......uurrggghhhhh....." Lyra begins to drool all over fred's locker-room carpet. And I thought I had weird fetishes.... fred thinks to himself. "Huh.....well, do you two have a date set for the big day yet?" "We were thinking three weeks from now," Cody answers, as Lyra is no doubt too busy day-dreaming about hand models. "It's Lyra's mom's birthday, and-" fred's face contorts into one of frustration and fear. "Uhhhh....I hate to be the one to tell you guys this, but, that's.....not exactly the best day......" Lyra is snapped out of her hand-aspirations, as she glares heavily at fred. "What do you mean?" "Well, heh heh....." fred rubs the back of his neck nervously under the strict gaze of Lyra. "It's kind of funny, actually....you see, midnight and Lightning Dust came to me the night he proposed to her, and asked if, what was 5 weeks back then, 3 weeks now, if they could have their wedding....well, the same day YOU guys want it...." "Why then, though?" Cody asks curiously. "Well, it's Lightning Dust's birthday," fred simply states. "Kind of an odd coincidence that her birthday is the same day as you mother's, Lyra," fred chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Lyra is not pleased. "So, what you're telling me, is that I have to go let my mother know, that she won't be able to see her daughter be wed on her BIRTHDAY? You know she's wanted that since the day I was born? Do you realize how ECSTATIC she was when she found out that her dream was going to come true? It didn't really matter that I was marrying a human, all my mother wanted was to see her only daughter be wed on her birthday. So, I ask AGAIN.....WHY ARE WE BEING OVERLOOKED? Our engagement was announced FIRST. We have a LOT more in common than THOSE two!" Lyra snarls. Cody tries to calm his bride-to-be down by petting her soft mane. "Easy there, darling......I'm sure we can work this out. Fred, this is VERY important to my Lyra....SURELY there HAS to be a way we can have our wedding three weeks from now. SURELY. Can't we have BOTH weddings on the same night? Would that work, sweetie?" Cody looks at Lyra with a warm and hopeful smile. Lyra grins. "Of course! As long as Mama Heartstrings gets to see her baby girl get married on her birthday, everything is going to work out PERFECTLY!" Fred shakes his head. "Sorry, you two.....it's too complicated." Lyra's smile instantly fades away. She gets in fred's face. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" She screeches. "Look, you two. Booking these types of things is a VERY strenuous process.....do you have any idea how far into advance we book A New Show episodes? Hell, before the first episode even AIRED, we had SIX MONTHS worth of TV booked. That includes guests AND commercials." "But midnight and Lightning Dust's proposal wasn't even a THOUGHT six months ago...." Lyra snarls. "I realize that," fred defends. "That's why we rescheduled ALL the interviews that were supposed to happen on that episode, to the next few." "Then why can't you reschedule OURS to be on the same show?!" Lyra begs to know. fred sighs. "One, because we don't have enough TV time to have TWO weddings on the SAME SHOW. Two, two weddings on the same show is REPETITIVE. Three, they asked FIRST. It's already TOO LATE, you two. This is, basically, the very DEFINITION of LAST MINUTE." "Then why not make the first wedding SUPER SHORT, so you can save the rest of your TV time for OURS?" Lyra suggests, trying her best to negotiate without blowing a fuse. Fred legitimately, laughs out loud at that suggestion. "Y-...you....you wanna cut the time of-.....pffffttttttHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! You two need to realize, that marriage, is one of the TURNING POINTS of a human, OR a pony's LIFE. For some, they only get ONE shot at it. This is EXTREMELY special to not ONLY midnight, but also Lightning Dust. It's the intertwining of their hearts into ONE, and, no offense, but you're going to STAND HERE, and PUBLICLY SUGGEST, that we make the biggest day of their LIVES LIMITED ON TIME, just so you can have a LONGER WEDDING?! Do you have ANY IDEA how RIDICULOUS and SELFISH that sounds?!" "LOOK! At this point, I. DON'T. CARE! My mama has wanted this FOREVER....HER life is not COMPLETE, unless she gets to see me MARRIED ON. HER. BIRTH. DAY. Nothing else matters to her. THEREFORE, nothing else matters to ME." Fred begins to massage his temples, as all of this arguing is starting to give him a headache. "I KNOW how important this is for you two......I can SEE the passionate love for one another in your eyes.....but for you to THINK that I am PURPOSELY going to limit midnight and Lightning Dust's DESTINY, just so Mama Heartstrings can FINALLY rest easy.....then I'm sorry....but it's already scheduled......we're already making the invitations....we've already ordered the flowers, the decor, the ICE CREAM CAKE.....you just be happy that you've FOUND true love, Lyra.....and your mother should feel the SAME......sometimes, it's not always about what YOU want, or want OTHERS want.....it's about sucking it up, waiting your turn, and not having a class A MELTDOWN in my locker-room......so, before you go doing something stupid, I want you to hear everything I am about to say...." fred takes a deep breath. "I'm happy for you.....you have no IDEA how happy I am for you BOTH.....A New Show is a WACKY environment. The element of love would be VERY beneficial to the show......but we've FOUND the love we're going to inject the show with.....it's midnight's love for Lightning Dust. It doesn't matter if it is SUDDEN love, it's LOVE. If it wasn't LOVE, the wedding wouldn't be BOOKED, now would I? You BOTH deserve the wedding that you want, and you're going to GET IT. Your mom WILL see you be wed, Lyra.....does it matter the day, though? Love CAN wait, you know.....you may believe that it is THEIR love that should be waiting, but it all comes down to opportunities.....they asked me FIRST, so I rearranged everything, and now here we are....we're having a wedding on A New Show, three weeks from now. I'm sorry to say, it is NOT going to be you guys' wedding. You should be HAPPY for them. They are in LOVE, just like you two are.....do NOT interfere with that. I don't care WHO you are. We can rearrange things, Lyra......I don't know how much it will harm the show if we have TWO weddings in back to back weeks, with NO interviews, but.......I can make the call, and I can GUARANTEE you that your wedding will take place ONE MONTH from now. It might not be what you WANT, but that's just the hand life deals you......you should just PLAY IT, and stop whining. No amount of temper tantrum will change my mind. So, do you accept these terms?" Lyra does not even hesitate to give fred her answer, in the form of a hoof-slap to the face, before she storms out of fred's locker-room, slamming the door shut. fred does not react to the slap. He simply stares at Cody. "Cody.....is this REALLY what you want?" He asks his friend. Cody gives a disappointing glare at fred. "You mean Lyra? Of course I do! I want my baby to be happy....nothing else really matters to me at this point. I just want her HAPPY. You RUINED her happiness, fred.....how could you?" Fred can't help but smirk devilishly. "Oh, I'm just such a big dickhead, aren't I? Throwing whine-fests like this isn't going to get your girlfriend ANYTHING. I was FAIR, I was FRIENDLY, but most of all.....I was TRUTHFUL. What about Lightning Dust's family? I'll have you know that her mom and brother can't WAIT to see her walk down that aisle. I'll ALSO have you know, that both she AND midnight told me, if there were ANY complications with scheduling, that she would like to get married WHENEVER we had time to fill. She didn't NEED to get married on her birthday, Cody......she WANTED to, but if things got too complicated, her and midnight would have taken ANY day they could get....you know what THAT'S called? That's called PATIENCE. That's called COOPERATION. You know, if Lyra would've came in and actually had BEEN cooperative on me, I WOULD have rescheduled your wedding to the day of her mom's birthday, and Lightning Dust and midnight would have had to wait for another time. But that would've been FINED with them. So, here's some advice for YOU: Get your gal under CONTROL. Hell, she's not favorite background pony....what the hell HAPPENED? Is it her time of the month?" "You watch yourself....." Cody growls. "See....that's a THREAT," fred warns. "I just don't get it. I gave you two the opportunity to get MARRIED on LIVE TELEVISION.....because you ASKED. I didn't do it because I thought it'd be GREAT television....it WILL be...but I did it, because you're my FRIEND, Cody......I've been fair with you BOTH, and you KNOW that. So, don't blame me for being such an asshole. If your girl doesn't like my decision, go to Vegas! Get married on the SAME DAY-HELL, GO ANYWHERE! Screw A New Show! Go get married on Mama Heartstring's birthday! WHAT'S STOPPING YOU?" "That's ENOUGH," now Cody is in fred's face. "You don't SPEAK about my little lyre-bug in that tone when she isn't around....." Fred chuckles. "Man, you're pig-whipped. She's got you GOOD, bro. You must be a HORRIBLE fisher, because you sure did make an AWFUL catch this time around....." "I ALREADY TOLD YOU. DON'T SPEAK ABOUT LYRA THAT WAY....." "Cody.....I will NOT be tested," fred stands his ground. "Neither will I....." Cody slowly backs away from fred. "And neither will my Lyra......this isn't over, fred....." Cody continues to slowly back out of the door, and down the hallway. fred rushes over to shut the door, as he begins to gather his thoughts of what just happened. "So....THAT'S apparently what's going to come out of all of this," fred recalls from his previous thoughts. "Drama....." he exits his locker room to begin his trek down to the curtains which lead to the stage, when he spots Geo. He is sliding a white card into a metal box. "Hey, Geo!" fred snickers. "Welcome back, man!" Geo turns around to bump fists with fred. "Hey there," the rugged Scotsman replies. "Punching your ticket?" fred asks. Geo nods, as he turns back to the box, sliding his card in again. It dings. "Yup....just getting ready for another TOTALLY NORMAL day....." he turns back to fred. "OH WAIT. I almost forgot.....we're at A NEW SHOW," he expands his arms in a Broadway manner. "Where chaos NEVER sleeps....." fred chuckles. "I know, I know, man....your first two weeks as a co-host haven't exactly turned out the BEST." "Oh, ye think?" Geo rolls his eyes. "Let's recap, shall we? Week one, I get death-stared by everybody in the bloody audience. Week two, I got crushed by a giant two ton chocolate triangle......oh yah, quite the impact I've made." "Well, AT LEAST you got to best up Flash Sentry," fred reminds with a wink. Geo smirks in remembrance. "Well, I suppose that DOES make up for everything thus far....." "There's always this week!" fred cheerfully says. "I have a feeling that today is going to be the first NORMAL episode of A New Show EVER!" "You're a bloody idiot then, man...." Geo replies with a shake of his head. "This show is a television DISASTER waitin' to happen. But, I guess the audience would expect nothing less.....are we gettin' Mulia Mild for the show?" fred frowns. "Unfortunately not. She couldn't make it," Geo does a little skip. "Thank 'Nessy! She's just a worthless background character, anyway.....why do we even NEED her? She's never even APPEARED in A New Home!" fred narrows his eyes at Geo. "Hey! You stop all the sass towards Mulia. I gave you Princess Twilight last week! Why can't I have my Mulia?!" "It didn't even go the way I planned....." Geo sighs. "Doesn't really count." "Sure it does!" fred snickers. "You DID get your kiss....." "Ya ain't funny, lass.....I was stuck in that thing for a WEEK...." fred cocks his head. "A week? How the hell did you SURVIVE?" "I ate the chocolate....." Geo deadpans. fred immediately feels like an idiot. "5 pounds per day...." "How did you not THROW UP?" fred questions. Geo frowns. "I-.....I.....I DID....." fred's eyes bulge. "You mean....." Geo nods. "That's right, lass....I was trapped in me own chocolate vomit prison for a week.....I'm lucky the rest melted enough for me to escape today....." fred puts a hand on Geo's right shoulder. "Sorry about that, man.....couldn't really help you out, had to go to Cody's birthday party." Geo glares at fred. "Did ye at least save me a piece of cake?" "NOPE." "Ye cheeky bastard!" Geo curses. "I'm assuming that the stage is chocolate free?" fred asks. "The LAST thing we need is a messy stage 45 minutes before show-time...." Geo grins brightly. "Of course! I made sure the crew cleaned every last little chocolaty dot up just in time for the show to start. Go check for yeself....." Geo motions a hand toward the direction of the curtain. fred obliges with a smile, as he rushes out onto the stage..... ....and gullibly proceeds to slip into a running cesspool of chocolate. Geo avoids the chocolate off to the side, by his sectional, which he has fallen down onto in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Aww man.....I sure got you good, lass! Thought you were so clever leavin' ole' Geo behind to go party, eh? NOW ye get to have your own "party" in "Geo Wonka's Chocolate Factory!"" fred can only look at his chocolate soaked self in shock and disgust. "WHAT THE FU-" The final janitor leaves the presence of the now live atmosphere of the stage, as fred slips and slides all the way to his sectional, having to be forced to wear a new outfit after his previous one had been drowned in a fattening typhoon. "Wah....wah....welcome...everybody," fred huffs, the pressure of getting everything cleaned before the show went live getting to him. fred had to entire the entire audience LAUGHING as him as he went around like a madman from pillar to post, trying to keep everything in tip-top shape. Geo had convinced Jason to do NOTHING, stating that fred "got himself into this mess." OHO....."MESS".....HIGH-HEEL-LARIOUS. "Ya alright there, lass?" Geo mockingly questions. "Had a rough day?" "Sc.....sc.....SCREW YOU....Geo....." fred stammers through internal chest compressions. "As fred was TRYING to say," interprets Jason. "Welcome everyone, to A New Show. This is the seventh episode, and, for the first time in a while, we will NOT be starting off the show by saying "this is sure to be a special episode."" "Although the last 4 times we said that, it was SURELY true...." Geo points out. Jason nods. "Tonight, though, it appears we will be having a SPECIAL guest....who it is, we do not know." "Which makes it a MYSTERRRRYYY......oooohhhhh....." fred hacks as he finishes his sentence, the effects of hustling still lingering inside of him. "You okay, buddy?" Jason asks graciously. "Maybe you should take the night off...." fred coughs again. "NO. I'm FINE.....just my asthma kicking in.......anyway, it appears that Mulia Mild, sadly, could not MAKE it......" fred pauses. He is met with silence. fred springs up from his seat. "WHAT?! You guys aren't SADDENED by this news?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Still, not even a PEEP of response. "UnbeLIEVABLE!" fred scoffs. "I can't BELIEVE you people! Do you even KNOW who Mulia Mild IS?!" Geo sighs, slouching to his side with his chin resting on his hand. Here he goes AGAIN.... he can't help but think. "Durr we want Raindrops!" JimboTex shouts. "You've never even READ this series, Jimbo! Get outta here!" fred demands. Jimbo runs out flailing of the arena flailing his arms. "That's just TYPICAL of you people. You all waste your time on your RAINDROPS, and your TWILIGHT'S, and your TRIXIE'S, and your CHRYSALIS', that you've never stopped to take the time and pay attention to the REAL characters of My Little Pony! I cry for you, I really do......we're talking about the BEST character from the most UNDERRATED season 2 episode! My god....." fred gets quieter, as he slumps down into his sectional with a final whisper. "My god....." his voice now gains more volume, but you can tell he is still sad by this development. "Just.....introduce our first guest...." Jason shrugs, and turns to face the crowd as Geo silently chuckles to himself. "Well, everybody, I guess there is no time to be wasted.....let's bring out our first guest, then. In the most recent chapter of A New Home III, he did a very noble thing, by coming forth, and revealing that every woe Toby had encountered since arriving at Canterlot High, was because of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.....please welcome, Featherweight." The crowd comes to life with pretty decent applause, as Featherweight makes his way through the curtain. He awkwardly waves at his on-lookers, as he nearly trips on the steps as he ascends down to shake the hands of Jason, Geo, and fred. Featherweight sits down next to Geo as he nervously tugs at his pocket-protector. The applause stops, and everyone sits down, as the terms "#fred2266needsangermanagement" and "RaindropsIsBestPone" trend on Twitter. "Welcome to the show, Featherweight!" Jason humbly greets. Featherweight takes a wheeze of his inhaler. It is very noticeable that he is sweating profusely. "H-...hello, gents....." "Nervous?" fred calmly asks. "A l-little bit...." Featherweight stutters. "I mean, I guess the crowd doesn't seem to be angry with me....you know, a-after what I've done.....but, I still can't help but think I'm only here to be slaughtered....." "I assure you, that's not the case," Geo reassures. "However, I think this is the PERFECT starting question for you. Now, I've got NOTHING against you, Featherweight, but, how could you do what you have done to Toby Mason, a small child? You've been a leading benefactor in making his life HELL, and the young lass hasn't even been in your world for a WEEK!" Featherweight gulps. "Oh no......I guess I should've prepared for these questions....I REALLY hate to play the blame game here, but.....it was Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.......it was all them. They made me their own personal SNOOP, to get some dirt on Toby.....quite frankly, that's the LAST thing I want to do in my current profession, which would be journalism. I mean, a teenager would've been bad ENOUGH, I wouldn't want to spy on ANYBODY....but....a little boy? They went WAY overboard with their requests....." "Would you say that Diamond Tiara had a bigger impact on your CSI: Canterlot High detective-like work, than Silver Spoon?" fred asks. Featherweight lightly nods. "Definitely. Silver Spoon is more of a follower of Diamond Tiara. She....doesn't really give me orders, never has, it's ALWAYS Diamond Tiara. Silver Spoon just laughs at her corny puns and calls her a "genius." It's like she's swooning over her sometimes.....it's pretty awkward when that happens around me....." fred is suddenly EXTREMELY intrigued by how this interview is going. "I noticed that in Silver Splooge's behavior, as well....but Featherweight, are you suggesting that Silver Spoon.....you know.....goes both ways?" Featherweight seems off-put by the question, but he still answers. "I think that Silver Spoon only goes ONE way, and that's Diamond Tiara's......" The entire crowd, including fred, childishly "OOOHHHH!" in response. "Well, I never see her talking to ANY boys...." Featherweight. "WAIT!" fred interrupts him. "Does this mean that you sometimes SPY on those who tell you to SPY on OTHERS? What I'm asking is, do you SPY on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, Featherweight?" Featherweight's heart begins to beat harder. "I don't mean to play spoiler here, but I feel I'm already in enough hot water with those two as it is....they're going to KILL me at school on Monday.....sorry, but I'm going to deny you an answer to that question." "Hmmm...." Geo seems surprised. "That's never happened on the show." The crowd also seems upset by this decision. fred nods. "Fair enough. I like to spy on Diamond Tiara MYSELF sometimes....that's why I PURPOSELY took the locker-room NEXT to hers, and it's also why I've poked two peep-holes for my eyes in my wal-OH CRAP...." fred's eyes bulge. His eyes narrow nervously and sadly as he jolts his head in Jason's direction. "QUICK JASON ASK A QUESTION!" Geo can be heard snickering, as the audience wasn't able to contain their laughter. "Uuuhhhhh...." Jason has to rebound from what he had just heard. "Oh! Featherweight, What was it about Diamond Tiara that made you do those dastardly deeds and tasks she wanted you to do for her and Silver Spoon?" Featherweight suddenly gains a dreamy glint in his eyes. "She may be evil, yes, but Diamond Tiara looks like an ANGEL on the outside. Beautiful flowing violet hair, breath-taking blue eyes, slender hips, tender lips, the ways she walks just DEMANDS attention.....so, I gave her all the attention I could give her. And she LOVED it. Her laugh is INCREDIBLY adorable, and when she's mad, or when she pouts, her nose wrinkles in this adorable way. Sure, I'm cowering before her, but my heart can't help but melt.....she's a level 500 seductress. She knows how the use her good looks to get what she wants." fred dreamily sighs. "Can't argue with you there....." "My only wish is that I wouldn't have fallen for her," Featherweight frowns. "Because of my rapid hormones, I nearly destroyed Toby's life...." "WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" fred jumps back out of his seat, waving his arms in a dramatic fashion. He walks over to Featherweight, turning towards the audience. "As a fellow teenager, I must say Featherweight....do NOT blame yourself. What you did to Toby was INEXCUSABLE, but it's not YOUR fault. We young, growing males have needs TOO, people! You can't blame us for falling under the woo of our female counterparts!" fred wraps an arm around Featherweight's shoulder. "Don't beat yourself too hard over it, kid.....it happens to even the most SOLID of us. I'll be honest.....I wanna STUFF Diamond Tiara's stocking!" fred passionately admits with a world-bearing grin. "But beneath all that SEXY BEAST....iness, is a very EVIL interior. Now, for me, the EVILNESS makes her even MORE sexier, but sometimes, you just gotta PUT that BEHIND you, and do what's RIGHT! And you DID the right thing by confessing......took you a while, sure, but you PLAYED Diamond Tiara in the process. She thinks SHE played you? Pfftttt...nah. You got her kisses, and her cleavage on your chest.....the way I see it, YOU WON. You got her ASSETS, and you got to SAVE THE DAY. You are a HERO to not only me, but all the young men of the world, Featherweight!" fred leads the audience in a thunderous applause. It's too bad NONE of them returned it. fred hmphs, crossing his arms as he stomps back over to his sectional. Featherweight now seems more nervous than ever. "Well, the second part to my question is," Jason continues. "Who is your secret crush if it isn't Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon." "Diamond Tiara is DEFINITELY one of my crushes, and has been since.....I don't know.....2nd grade?" Featherweight then gags. "Silver Spoon, though? Eeeeeehhhhhh.......no. I don't really see much in her. I guess the best word I could use to describe her is....bland? I mean, gray IS the blandest color, so I guess that makes sense?" "You said DT was only ONE of your crushes, though," Geo reminds. "Does that mean you have others? Bloody hell, I feel like I'm in High School again...." Geo shakes his head disappointingly at himself. Featherweight blushes. "Well, I'll be honest.....I'm....kind of a......" "A man-whore?" fred calmly answers, chewing on some banana chips. Featherweight sighs. "I suppose that's the BEST way you could put it.....I have crushes on Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Lightning Dust, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Cadance, Spitfire, Cloud Kicker, Trixie, Sunset Shimmer, Lyra, Bon Bon, Colgate, Aloe, Lotus.......and....I'm probably forgetting a few others....." he smiles sheepishly. CADANCE, SPITFIRE, CLOUD KICKER, BON BON, COLGATE, ALOE, AND LOTUS CONFIRMED OF ATTENDING CANTERLOT HIGH SCHOOL. "Niiiiiicceeeeeee....." fred complicates. "I think that, on that note, it's time we let the audience ask some questions." "Sounds fine to me," Featherweight obliges. RedStar raises his hand, standing up. "Featherweight, what do you plan to do for the future? A journalist, perhaps?" Featherweight smiles confidently. "Bingo. Journalism runs in the family. My dad, Heavyweight runs the Canterlot Chronicles, while my Grandfather actually ran the historic New York Times way back when. I plan to carry on the Weight's impressive news legacy." The crowd seems truly impressed by those feats. "The NEW YORK TIMES?" Jason shockingly repeats. "That must make your family VERY financially sound!" Featherweight chuckles. "Yeah, it does. More so than Diamond Tiara's, if you could believe it. I just don't like to brag about it, so the whole "Prep" clique doesn't work for me. I'm more than happy to be a member of the "Geek" clique, though." fred scours the audience for my question, when he finds none, he slams the palm of his hand against his fore-head. "Dammit, people...." he mumbles. "Well, sorry, Featherweight, but it seems that these people DON'T CARE ABOUT INTERACTING WITH LARGER THAN LIFE CHARACTER, but we're glad you were able to join us." "It sure was an exhilarating experience," Featherweight admits, as he shakes the hands of the three co-hosts. "I released some skeletons, and also some demons." "We thank you for that," Jason says. "Goodbye, Featherweight!" Featherweight waves once more, before leaving the stage. There is a long, almost eerie silence, but the Twitter feed pops up once again, showing that the phrase "#fred2266IsAPedophile" is trending. Unfortunately, fred notices this on the giant screen behind Geo. fred then proceeds to hack Twitter. A New Show is brought to you by... Butte, Montana Regional Hospital..... For the third straight week, we witness the lyrical return of the heavily Didgeridoo-based theme music of Steve Bazing, A.K.A. the worst gimmick since Liberace. This week, though, he is actually HIDDEN behind something. A bush to be exact, he turns around and acts shocked when he notices the audience is looking at him. "GAH!" He puts a hand to his chest in delight. "Oh croc.....it's just you, mates! Thew.....nearly scared the bloomers off me.....anyway! G'day, mates! Steve Bazing here! And for today, we've actually ventured out QUITE far than where we started. Where as, last week, we were spying on the very pissy "fredicus 2266ixus" in his own territory, this week, we're all the way in GOD'S COUNTRY.....Butte, Montana!" Bazing throws a thumbs up. "To take a look at a creature who is NOT used to where he is currently located.....here," Bazing pokes a hand out from a side of the bush, gesturing towards the hospital. "This, me friends, is the official Butte, Montana Mishap Death Row facility.....all types of weird little creatures habitat this place. What's sad, though, is that these creatures will be put to sleep if they don't soon recover from their famines...." Bazing takes off his hat, and places it over his heart in honor of the brave mishaps that will die because they're such freaking mistakes of life. He suddenly becomes overly cheery again, as he normally is. "But that's besides the point, mates! Today, we get to STUDY one of these creatures, to see how it will be living its LAST dying days! Isn't that exciting?!" He gestures for the audience to follow him. "Come on, mates! A LIFETIME of adventure awaits us!" Bazing soon approaches the door in crouch mode, and even enters the hospital like this. He approaches the receptionists' desk like this, and rings the little bell that occupies it. The receptionist comes to answer the call as quickly as possible, but is stumped to find no one there waiting for her. "Uhhh...hello?" She calls. "G'DAY THERE, SHEILA!" Bazing bursts out of his crouched position to surprise the young lady. She shrieks like a fangirl, though, not a terrified broad. "OMIGOSH! YOU'RE STEVE BAZING!" Steve chuckles. "That I am, miss....that I am....I'm just here to see Flash Sentry. Would you happen to know where his room is?" "OMIGOSH-it's like, room 18.....right down the end of the hall, take a left-OMIGOSH STEVE BAAAZZZIINNGGGGGG!!!!!!" Steve flashes her his quick pearly whites for a moment, before going back into crouch-mode. He slowly makes his way down to the end of the hall, making a left turn as he was told to. He arrives at room 18, beating the world record for quickest crouch-walk in the process. "Shhhh....now, mates, we're going to want to enter the nearly endangered Flashius Sentrius' room VERY quietly....we MAY scare it to death if we're too loud....after all, there is only ONE of these in existence, since I fed the human one to my dingo on the way over here." Steve stands up, and reaches for the doorknob slowly. He throws a curve-ball by forcefully kicking Flash Sentry's door, to the point where it falls down. Steve wipes a bead of sweat off of his forehead. He speaks in a hushed voice. "Thew....that was close, mates! It's a good thing WE'RE SO QUIET!!!!!!!!!" He shouts at the top of his lungs, as he enters the room. He stops at the end of Flash Sentry's bed, where the bloodied member of Celestia's royal guard is NOT sleeping, but fully awake, as he watches Steve with outstretched eyeballs. Both of his eyes are indeed, black as charcoal, but that doesn't stop them from not being open. "We're VERY lucky that this creature is asleep," Steve says. "That way, we get an up close and personal chance to marvel at its.....well, it's not exactly BEAUTY, but, eh.....we still get the chance to....look at it, while it still holds on to whatever ounce of life it has. The Flashius Sentrius is a quite heavy sleeper, so I don't see us waking it up anytime soon. "What the hell?" Flash Sentry groans. "I didn't ask for visitors! NU-UUURRSSE-" Flash's scream for help is interrupted by a well-placed elbow to the gut from Steve. He calmly goes over to lock the door, all the while with that same overbearing smile. "Now, you can see the black eyes," Steve examines Flash. "Probably from when he was beat up by the homeless person, whose box he stole. Yeah, looks like he got jabbed PRETTY good there," Steve clicks in tongue in admiration. "What are you talking about, Bazing?" Flash cries as he continues to clench his stomach in pain. "That damn Geo beat me up! You were THERE!" "It looks like the beast is stirring in his sleep!" Steve cites in terror. "We must make sure he is FULLY comfortable! Mates, I'd like to introduce ya to my pint-size Aussie assistant....Veg E. Mite!" An Australian dwarf suddenly crawls out for under Flash's bed, with a Didgeridoo in hand. "Hah! Get it? He's a dwarf....so....mite! Hah! Anyway, we need to SOOTH the beasts' soul, to make sure he does not wake up. Because, if the beast wakes up, that could quite possibly be the last sleeping session he'll ever have....and we don't want that. We want this non-beautiful specimen to count sheep until the end of days!" "I'M NOT ASLEEP." Flash Sentry commands with veins popping out of his neck in anger. "Go ahead, Veg, sound the peaceful alarm...." Steve motions, and after he does, the dwarf begins to play very calming music from the natural wooden trumpet. Unfortunately, the music only makes Flash angrier, not happier. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" Flash warns loudly. "I WAS ONLY TRYING TO DO MY JOB, AND I GOT BEAT UP FOR IT! SCREW ALL YOU A NEW SHOW REJECTS! GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!" Meanwhile, Steve is jiggering to the music. "I'll be back in a little bit, with an update on our furry friend!" Steve announces, as he continues to dance. Back at the studio.... "Crap....looks like Twitter's back up already," fred curses. "Amateur," Geo insults with a smirk. fred throws him a menacing glare that would make only a shivering chipmunk.... not shiver. THAT'S POWERFUL. "Well, before we get on with the show, I feel it is worth updating you all," fred pauses. "In 3 weeks time, A New Show will be pleased to host....the wedding of midnight and Lightning Dust," The crowd cheers lightly, as midnight stands up from his seat to pump his arms in excitement. "MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT! MIDNIGHT!" "Not many REAL life weddings happen on free TV too often, folks," Jason points out. "For that reason, we think it is WORTH IT for you to join us for this momentous occasion." "Geo's going to play "Here Comes the Bride" on the bagpipes!" fred announces. "NO, I'm NOT going to do ANYTHING of that nature...." Geo looks at fred sternly. "I also find it idiotic of you that you think that EVERY SINGLE PERSON from Scotland wears a kilt and plays bagpipes....." "Do they all drink Irn Bru, though...right?" fred asks. "They'd better, or I'll pray their deaths are slow and Irn Bru-less....." Geo pounds his fist into his other hand. Every single Scot gulps, as they rush to their nearest convenience store and or wherever the HELL you buy Irn Bru at. "On that horrifying omen, our second interview is about to COMMENCE," fred announces. "The fans are sure to love this one. As a part of our "Mane 6 Initiative", that being the initiative to interview a different member of the Mane 6 EACH week, we are pleased to welcome to A New Show......Pinkie Pie!" the crowd erupts in cheers, as fred jumps into a giant hamster ball, obviously not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, "Final Countdown" by Europe blares through the arena, as a steel panel off the side of the stage slowly lowers. Everybody pays keen attention to this, as the panel slowly rises until a giant pink egg appears in its place. fred, in curiosity, rolls out of the hamster ball, as his mouth is dropped in anticipation. Everybody else noticeably leans forward an inch more in their seats. A flash of lightning CRACKS against the base of the egg, delivering a tiny crack into it. As times passes by, the crack travels all the way down to the bottom of the egg, until it entirely splits in half. Waiting inside the egg, on a stool, is Pinkie Pie. Wrapped around her neck is a bunch of pink garland. As the crowd cheers again, Pinkie hops off of the stool and dives onto the stage. fred can do nothing but clap along as he shakes his head in amazement. Jason extends his hand to Pinkie, and in response, three human hands sprout out from the pink pony's sides. One goes to the left, towards Jason, one that protruded from her neck goes to Jason, and the other hand from the other side goes to fred. All of the three co-hosts shake Pinkie's "hands", with looks of nothing but shock and depression for the literal decapitation of physics as it once were. Then, as if it weren't enough, a GIANT hand grows out of Pinkie's forehead, and makes its way into the crowd. All of the A New Home fans rush to place their hands into Pinkie's Millennium Falcon sized one. After everyone gets their hand-shakes in, all 4 hands reverse themselves back into Pinkie's body. Any other normal pony would at LEAST wince at this, but Pinkie just....grins. She goes to sit by Jason as everybody sits down. "I must say....what...an....ENTRANCE!" fred compliments. Pinkie squees. "I just have ONE question......did the SHOW pay for that giant pink egg?" "Yup!" Pinkie happily answers. fred's face droops. "......are you KIDDING me? How MUCH did it cost?" "Hmmmmm.....let's see," Pinkie replies as she clunks a hoof to her chin in thought. "Oh yeah! They paid your ENTIRE month's salary for it, fred!" "M....my......entire....month's....salary......?" fred hunches his knees up against his stomach, as he begins to sob into said knees. "That's like.....10 dollars!" Geo can't help but laugh. "I made 45 bucks just from last week!" "I made 90....." Jason admits as he slightly turns away from fred. "WHA-but.......GAH! Let's just.....not worry about this......Pinkie Pie, as much as you may have just DEMOLISHED my bank account, it'd be WRONG of me to not welcome you to the show." "Hi, fred! Hi everypon-errr....body? Ah, I'm sure since you all love ponies so much, you wouldn't mind being called them, right?!" The crowd cheers in response. "I am dah prettiest pony!" Hunter proclaims. Squishy squirts a slight amount of ink onto his jeans. Hunter cowers. "Okay, okay, Squish! YOU'RE prettiest pony....." Squishy brightly smiles, as he claps two tentacles together. "Yay!" Pinkie whoops. "In that case, HI EVERYPONY!" "HI PINKIE!" Everybody replies. "Oh my Celestia! It's SOOOOOOOOO super-wondery-ificul to BE HERE! You all are so sweet I could make the most fattening cupcake EVER with you!" Some of the fans seemed to be turned off by that statement. "Uhhh.....Pinkie....." Geo tries to warn her. Pinkie snorts in laughter at their reaction. "Oh! Hahahahaha-sorry!" She hiccups some. "I TOTALLY forgot, bronies! The word "cupcakes" brings back TERRIBLE memories for you, huh?" "Don't tell me that you've....." Jason doesn't want to finish that sentence. "WE'RE AVOIDING THIS TOPIC ALL. TO. GE. THER," fred finishes that sentences with a slight French accent. "Don't blame you!" Pinkie replies with an all-knowing wink. "Anyway, what should we talk about?! How about FRUITCAKE?! With Hearth's Warming Eve, or Christmas as you all call it, Mr. and Mrs. Cake are working on this WONDERFUL new Fruitcake recipe! Maybe you all can come to Equestria some day and try it!" "TO THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL PORTAL!" Jlargent excitedly shouts, running off to win the Pulitzer Prize. Which would bring up the topic of how we here at A New Show got the A New Home characters into Earth. ...... THERE'S NO PORTAL IN JASON'S GARAGE. NONE. ZERO. DON'T LOOK. TURN BACK. PLZ. NO REALLY. THERE ISN'T ONE. WAIT ONE OF WHAT? SEE? IT'S ALREADY FORGOTTEN. WHAT? YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT YET? WHAT THE?!- FORGET ABOUT IT!!!!! DO IT!!!!!!!! I COMMAND YOU!!!!!!!!! I'LL USE MY POTATO LAUNCHER. UHHH back to the show. "What I'd like to point is that this is a very surreal moment for A New Show, Pinkie...." fred brings up. "I mean, I'm the most random fan of A New Home, and you? Well, you're the most random pony to ever pony. I'd call this the "Meeting of the Minds", but I think the term "Meeting of the Maniacs" will do." "True, true, I could see that!" Agrees Pinkie. "Especially since I've seen all those dead bodies in your locker room, fred!" "............" Pinkie just grins innocently. "..............JASON FIRST QUESTION GOOOOOOO." "Uhhhhh....." "GEO FIRST QUESTION PLEASE." "No way!" Geo refuses. "I don't even KNOW you, MURDERER." "SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, PINKIE?! YOU GONE AND RAPED ALL OUR HOPES AND DREAMS!" "Guess that's why I'm a MANIAC, huh?" Pinkie winks again. fred sighs so much it hurts. Jason finally decides to ASK A QUESTION! "Well, all I really have to ask is.....how do you feel about the odd occurrences that are happening in Equestria, because of Toby's absence?" Pinkie suddenly frowns a bit for the first time. "Well, I feel awfully sad about my cutie mark being nothing but three dangling balloons.....it's supposed to resemble that my happiness will ALWAYS be inflated, but, now it's....flat," she sighs "But what makes me even sadder is that I'm not the ONLY one who has to deal with these weird happenings.....my cutie mark is just ONE thing. Rainbow Dash's mane DOES look pretty funny, and she's gotten used to it now, but it doesn't make sense how it got that way. I mean GOSH, Daring Do is in Equestria! At least I know that my cute little nephew Toby didn't plan this. It's not HIS fault, but everybody still can't help but feel sadder than they usually are." "What keeps YOU going?" fred asks. "I mean, your mane hasn't deflated yet. THAT seems to be something to be happy about." Pinkie giggles. "What keeps me going is that I know that Equestria wont be like this forever. Toby will be back sooner than later, I just know it. He'll have his pretty locket, and everything will go back to normal. He may be gone, but at least I have my friends to make it through anything bad that happens to me. We're all going to need each other to stay as happy as Toby would want us to be, because I KNOW he wouldn't want us to be all sad sappy-sap-trees while he's gone." fred nods. "I...don't really have a question. This interview hasn't exactly gone the way I thought it would...." Pinkie hops over to hug fred. "Awww, come on, fredsy! I'm just trying to make the best of the TV 14 rating system!" fred feels warm and fulfilled by the hug. "Releasing an abundant amount of my skeletons out of my closet doesn't seem very plausible, though...." Geo gasps. "So you DO admit that you're a murderer!" A giant Hershey kiss suddenly appears above Geo's head. "WHAT THE?!" Geo isn't sure how to react. "Be nice to fredsy, Geo...." Pinkie sternly warns. "You wouldn't want another CHOCOLATE SHOWER, would you?" "Wait....YOU were the one that dropped that on me last week?!" Geo shockingly replies. Pinkie giggles, as she envelopes the gigantic kiss with her mouth, swallowing it whole. "Maaayybbbeee....." fred smirks. "Any questions, Geo?" Geo silently shakes his head. "I just want to go cry myself to sleep....." Pinkie summons a soft blanket over Geo's lap, and a pillow by his side. "Need me to turn the night-light on for you, Geo?" Pinkie asks sweetly. Geo shakes his head with a frown as he begins to suck on his thumb. "Uhhhh.....audience question time?" Jason suggests. "Yay!" Pinkie hops up and down. "Make sure they're good ones, bronies!" Hunter stands up. "Pinkie, I'd like to ask you, which one do you prefer.....chimicherry or cherrychunga? "Not sure! Taco Bell hasn't made either yet!" Pinkie answers as she tucks Geo in. Hunter, stumped like everyone else is, calmly sits down. RedStar hesitantly stands up, trying to become the QUESTION M.V.P. for the night. "I had a few questions for you, Pinkie, but I can only pick two, so....first off, what is your favorite instrument?" Pinkie Pie looks out at RedStar as she plays "Hush Now, Quiet Now" on the Violin for Geo....well, the melodic part, at least.... WITH NO FINGERS. "Hmmmmm......I WOULD say the Flugle Horn, but I wasn't exactly the BEST at playing it.....how about the Didgeridoo?!" She gasps. "Steve Bazing taught me to play it today! It is SO COOL! It's like a flute that has a COUGH! I'm better at it than the Flugle Horn!" RedStar sighs happily, glad that he didn't get a cop-out answer. "Okay, and my other question is, can you summon cake on command?" fred ALREADY has a Bee-Keeper's uniform on, as he dives behind the couch. "OH GOD! WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT!?!?!??!" RedStar crosses his arms. "Well, I was JUST curi-" He is interrupted as pound after pound of vanilla flavored cake with pink icing ascend onto him, and ONLY him. fred dares to look up from his sectional, and is relieved to see that the cake only got poured in one area. "Thew.....thank you, Pinkie....I JUST had this stage cleaned...." Pinkie beams. "You're welcome, fredsy! And HAPPY 100 FIMFICTION FOLLOWERS, REDSTAR!" RedStar is able to stand up, as he spits out clumps of cake so he is able to talk. "Yay! Thank you, Pinkie! Shooting Stars HQ will be well fed with this offering you've graciously bestowed upon us!" He turns towards the audience. "Feast, my brethren!" All of the audience dives into the cake willingly, trying to salvage whatever they can before that fat-ass midnight ate it all. "I'm happy to help, bronies! I love you all!" Pinkie does a Violin solo, breaking all the strings in the process. "GOOOOODDDDNIIIGGHHTTT A NEW SHOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" She screams in a glam-rock voice, as she bashes the violin over Geo's head, and hops off the stage, waving to the crowd. "W-well, THAT was anti-climatic..." Geo says as he coughs up blood. fred throws a mound of cake at Geo's face. "Cheer up, Geo! Cake heals ALL wounds!" "We'll be right back, folks, with our MYSTERY guest!" Jason proclaims, as he stage-dives into the dog-pile of rabid A New Show fans. A New Show is brought to you by.... Back at the Hospital..... "Well, your wounds seem to be healing up quite rapidly, Flash," random Nurse says. "I'd say at this rate, you should be ready to check out by tomorrow." Flash Sentry lightly smiles. "That's good news, then. Thank you for the update, Nurse Joy." Nurse nods. "If you need anything, you let me know.....you can take it from here, doctor." "I most certainly can." Flash's eyes bulge. He recognizes that voice. His doctor turns around, and lunges himself at Flash, punching him repeatedly in his already bruised eyes. He reaches down to pick up a bed-pan. He thwacks it over Flash's head, sending him sprawling out of his bed and onto the floor, as the Nurse screams in probably delight, and not horror. The doctor lowers his mask, to reveal that it is indeed Steve Bazing, much to Flash's distaste. He jumps over the bed, and picks up the defibrillator next to him. He brings it to Flash's chest. "Clear, mates!" The defibrillator lets off a current of electricity, making Flash convulse in shock. Steve, breathing heavily, stands up, and looks at the camera. "Well, looks like I've just saved this poor beast from death, mates! Another job well done, I'll say....you all are GREAT adventurers! Same time next week?" Steve believes the audience has just nodded at him. "Great! See ya then! And remember, it's not stalking...if they're knocked out!" Steve flashes a thumbs up, as his image fades out. Back at the studio...... "Well, it's been a crazy show, that's for sure," Jason admits. "But now, it's time....for our special guest." "That's right, everybody," Geo says, as he is holding a rag sopped with blood. "So, please welcome.....whoEVER this is....." As he says that, only this simple image appears on the big screen behind Geo. "Uhhhh.......is this some kind of mistake?" Wonder fred out loud. "Hey, visual guy, get Twilight scepter off of the screen, and bring out the guest!" An ominous, eerie voice, instead speaks, as the image continues to stay on the screen. Scepter is love.... The image zooms in to Twilight scepter's face only. Scepter is life.... The image now zooms to where we can only see Twilight scepter's daunting eyes. Scepter....is guest. As the image leaves the screen, Twilight scepter poofs into the middle of the stage. It is standing only by the ruby at the end of it. "Uhhh....WELL THEN...ladies and gentleman, please welcome, our mystery guest....Twilight scepter?" Even fred can't believe he just said that. The crowd claps, though confusedly. Then, out of nowhere, next to Twilight scepter appears Toby. "UUUUUUUHHHH....." now fred is even more confused. "And....TOBY?!" Jason adds in mass confusion. "Huh?!" Toby looks around him, and notices he is on the stage. "H-hi guys....." he scratches his head. "A-auntie Twilight.....w-why are you in scepter form?" Twilight scepter doesn't answer. Instead, her? How about ITS' eyes light up red, as they send a laser beam into the audience. Unfortunately, the beam strikes Sonik. He collapses to the floor. He's dead. The audience screams at this surprising turn of events, as the three co-hosts get up from their seats. Toby crouches down in fear with a loud gasp. The scepter turns its' attention to him. "Oh no...." Toby meekly whimpers. The scepter's eyes light up red again. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The voice of midnight can blatantly be heard, despite all the mass hysteria. midnight jumps onto the stage, and dives into in front of Toby as the laser beam is released from the scepter's eyes. Luckily, Toby is not hit. Unfortunately, midnight IS. Also unfortunately....midnight is also DEAD. Now the crowd doesn't know what to do. As the blood-thirsty scepter peers out over them, they just cower behind their seats. It would appear no one will be able to save A New Home from total annihilation. That is, until a dark aura surround the downed body of midnight. It picks him up into the air, and whirls him around. After many rotations in the air, the body neatly falls to the ground. It's not over yet, though, as a brightening white aura fills up the A New Home studio. The scepter is not phased, but it does not dare to stop whatever is happening. The entire world seems to turn black and white for a moment, until midnight's body is replaced by a lone black orb. The black orb is accompanied by swirling green curves along the interior. It shines like a pearl world. The orb bursts open all on its own. Everyone must duck so none of the shards blasted their way hit them. Left in the residue of the orb, is a wolf. A wolf that's coat is mixed with crimson red and black. It's eyes are also crimson red. "Whoa....." Toby remarks in awe over the wolf. The wolf stands up, and looks at his right paw. He jumps back, almost shocked at the fact that he actually has paws. "I.....I.....I am a wolf?" The wolf speaks. It sounds exactly like midnight. Everybody else is left in awe, but they don't interfere. The scepter is not impressed, however, as he sends another ray towards midnight. Midnight is now grinning evilly, but he barely evades the beam because he is overcome over his new form. He snarls at the scepter. "You will NOT take Toby Mason....you will not take ANY of my friends.....you will be my CHEW TOY!" midnight announces as he rushes to the scepter, dodging beam after beam. He finally is able to pounce on the scepter, and bight off the red ruby at the end of it with little trouble due to his sharp teeth. As he does that, the scepter's red eyes once again turn their usual golden shine. Midnight triumphantly puts a paw over his victim's face. "I AM A PART OF THE PACK!!!!!!!!!" He yells, as he runs off with the scepter in his mouth. Aidan rushes to keep up with him. Fluttershy flies out to the stage to hug her son warmly. "Oh, Toby...." she says with her voice filled to the brim with honey. "You're alright......I was so worried!" "I'm fine, mama!" Toby proclaims as he wraps his little arms around his mother's soft neck. "Mr. midnight saved me!" Fluttershy nuzzles her son, as she looks to her side to see midnight's head peeking through the curtain. Fluttershy sighs happily. "He sure did....." she looks to her side again to see that midnight is still there. She mouths the words "thank you".... With a simple wink of acknowledgement, midnight once again runs off. As the three co-hosts and the audience smile warmly at the embrace and bravery of midnight, one final interruption occurs.... The familiar creaking of Ellington's rocker can be heard, along with his familiar face being seen. His beard is now even LONGER than it was last time. "Awww....." Ellington coos. "That was SO sweet! I'm SO glad you're safe, Toby......I bet you think Mr. midnight's a hero, don't you? I bet HE thinks a hero...I BET YOU ALL THINK HE'S A HERO-well guess what.....he AIN'T. It was pretty clever of him knowing that the source of that scepter's power was through its ruby, I'll give him that, but he ain't no hero......he's a MUTT," Ellington chuckles. "You think some mangy WOLF can keep you safe? Your LUCKY my scepter didn't KEEP him dead.....your LUCKY it malfunctioned....and your LUCKY that the "magic of fwiendship" has saved you pathetic piles of skin OOONCCEEE AGGGAAAIIIINNN! But it's not over yet......I guess I've learned my lesson.......I don't need some TOY to vanquish your little Utopia.....I'll just have to do it MYSELF.....I hope YOU ALL learned your lesson, as well....." Ellington leans extra close to the camera. "That I am NOT to be taken lightly.......I am the Messiah, and you all will FEAR ME, and you all will cower at the sound of my very BREATHING, and you will-" Ellington is interrupted by a knock at his cabin. Ellington simply snorts at the camera, and goes to open his door. Upon opening it, he extends his arms in a welcoming manner, as his tone seems happy and inviting. "Well, well, well! Hel-LO, my children! I'm glad you've came.......I was just busy conversing with our FAVORITE little puppets....." Ellington steps aside for a moment. "Yes, yes, come on-" he quickly stops himself, however. He quickly turns back towards the camera, and rushes up to it. "Not yet, my children....." he announces. "Don't let them see you.......in due time, they will fear you as much as they fear me......oh....would you all like to know WHEN that is?" Ellington giggles eerily. "WELL I'M GLAD TA TELL YA! In three weeks, Mr. America midnight is to be wed to the First Lady of A New Show....Lightning Dust. Ah, yeeesss....love is in the air it seems....AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES ME CRINGE," a bit of Ellington's spit lands on the camera. "But don't worry, I still understand that it is a VERY special night for the two newlyweds....that's why, I'm inviting MYSELF-oh...and the Ellington family, as well.....that's right! You have three more weeks, my children.....you'd better enjoy them. Praise your heroes, sing your Christmas carols, and kiss your children....ehehehehe-BECAUSE VERY SOON......YOU WILL ALL TRADE IN THOSE FORTUNES, TO BREED AND MINGLE.....with the Ellington family....." Ellington chuckles menacingly. "See you at the After Paaarrttt-aaayyy......." he once again turns serious. "Follow......the BUZZARDS." End feed..... After the show..... All the lights are now off, except for one..... A spotlight shines in the audience, on the body of the fallen Sonik. Glitter oddly falls as the light continues to shine. End of show.....