That Dumb Fizzy!
"I knew it, Scoops! I knew hiring that ditzy mare was a mistake!" Lickety snorted angrily, stamping her hoof on the counter. "From the moment I first saw her, I knew hiring a loser like that screwy-eyed unicorn would be nothing but trouble!"
"Now that's not fair, Lickety, and you know it!" Mimic replied angrily, her horn glowing, as she kept the amatronic band in the corner playing. "Okay, so she was a a real ditz, but that mare always did really try her best!"
Lickety Split, Scoops, and Mimic were all sitting around at the Satin Slipper's counter, downcast and depressed over Truly's rotten actions. No customers were in the place at the moment, and the mares were enjoying what might be their last ice cream at a parlor that had held so many memories for all of them,
"I-I just can't believe I'm going to lose the Slipper!" Scoops exclaimed, tears rolling down her face. Gazing at her surroundings, she looked around at the freezer and the soda fountain, the crayon drawings on the walls the foals who ate here drew. "This place is my life, girls... my special talent is serving sweetness to others, W-what am I going to do now?"
"This never would have happened if you hadn't hired that dorky dweeb!" Lickety snorted, greedily downing a bowl of double marshmallow chocolate. "My little girl told me how awful of a babysitter she was, I can't believe we let a pony that mean work here!"
"Oh come on, Lickety Split! If anyone is mean around here, it's that demonic little Hellspawn of yours!" Mimic snapped angrily. "Fizzy always the one who's been the help around here; like that day she filled in for you when you called in sick with the cutie pox."
"That's right. Lickety." Scoops pointed out, glad to have a topic to distract her from her grief. "That mare gave up a date with Salty, on his only day back in port that week, to cover for you. And she never complained once about it."
"How can you even stand up for her, Scoops?!" Lickety asked indignantly, still stricken with grief over the loss of the the job she so greatly enjoyed. "That bubble brain is responsible for you losing your ice cream shop! I'd totally hate her if I were you!"
"We talked about that, and both of us think Truly's usual rottenness is really behind this- even if we can't prove it." Mimic replied, taking a sip of the strawberry milkshake. "Fizzy might be an airhead, but she'd never let things go to the point where the council would be calling for a shutdown of the slipper."
"Really? Have you forgotten how that klutz ended up dropping a hot fudge sundae right on Gypsy's head? And she cursed everyone in the shop to a week with plaid coats and manes?" Lickety countered, mixing herself another chocolate milkshake. "Or what about when she tied to make cookies in the back with Gingerbread, and set the poor mare's mane on fire?"
"She does have a point, Mimic." Scoops grudgingly agreed. "When Sparkler told Fizzy she couldn't eat ice cream because she wanted to be as light as a feather, the bimbo trapped her in a bubble and almost made her float away."
"Oh, and don't forget how she suggested to Miss Sundance, that she take her elementary school class to a human glue factory on a field trip. Poor Baby Shady still hasn't stopped having nightmares!" Lickety snorted, shaking her mane. "Face it, Mimic. that mare was trouble the moment she set hoof in here."
"Um, sorrytoarguewiththatstatement." A Pegasus protested, trotting in through the door. "ButIreallythinkyougotfizzyall wrong!"
"Wizzer, if you're going to talk to the rest of us, would you please slow down and articulate your words." Mimic snorted. "Not everyone goes around here jacked up like a pony on caffeine."
"What-I-mean-to-say is.... that you got my sister all wrong." Whizzer replied, forcing her speedy articulation to slow down. "Fizzy is the nicest and sweetest pony Dream Valley has ever seen, and you all hate her for it!"
"Now Whizz,, it's not that we hate your sister," Scoops replied soothingly, talking to the mare like one would address a child. "it's just we think she can do some things that are... not really that smart..."
"She's not dumb! Fizzy's smarter than any of you!" The Pegasus snapped back, stamping her hoof. "You know why she always does those silly things? Do you know why she spills sodas on electric sockets, and lights herself up like a pinball machine? Why she bumps into shelves, and knocks a stack of plates down to smash on her head?" The mare stomped up to look Lickety in the eye. "She does it to make other ponies laugh, because she knows she can make them happy, even when she's hurting! My sister isn't an idiot, she just acts like it so she can bring joy to the rest of you!" The mare spun around, and trotted out the turnstile. "And all you miserable ponies have ever done is be mean to her for it!"
The other mares just sat there for several minutes, staring at each other in silence. It was finally Lickety who spoke up.
"Girls? Do you really think she was really serious?" The earth mare shook her head. "Oh, Scoops... if she's telling the truth..."
"I can't believe that mare is putting herself through all that just to-" Mimic mumbled. "And we all just thought she was a silly bubblehead."
"Mimic, we have got to find Fizzy." Scoops replied, standing up and drying her tears, a new found determination in her eyes. "We have to find her, and get this whole thing straightened out." She looked around at her shop again, narrowing her eyes. "I may be losing the Satin Slipper, but I'm not losing it without a fight!"