“Look Spike, I’m sorry that you had to run all the way here but I, uh, couldn’t hear you...” Twilight grinned sheepishly as the baby dragon huffed, exhausted from carrying the basket while racing after the speedy ponies... granted Twilight, in her fervor, pushed the stallion all the way towards the bakery.
Spike glanced up at Twilight disapprovingly, having caught his breath some, and scoffed. “Yeah, that was totally it...” With his eyes rolling a bit, he picked up the basket and pushed himself inside, Scripture following close behind. Twilight was a bit taken aback by him not letting her go first, but Scripture surprised her once more by holding the door open for her after he got inside.
“It may be ladies first, but I don’t think that they should be the ones holding the door.” Twilight sighed a bit, taking his words in like sweet honey, and followed Spike inside of the kitchen to drop off the berries.
Scripture, meanwhile, approached the front desk and glanced around, noticing nobody was on duty for the register. A shiny silver bell was on the counter and he softly chimed it, wondering if anyone would-
“Well HIYA!”
Scripture’s only reaction was to yelp out and back up suddenly by the blur of pink that happened to appear only a second later of ringing the metallic bell. He could feel it now though, the whole backwards motion, the loss of balance and gravity, and finally...
SLAM!
Back met floor, floor met back, and the famed author was now simply a confused pony on the floorboards. Shaking his head, he tried to get his bearings straight when the same entirely pink pony was only a few inches from his face, looking confused herself. “That usually doesn’t happen... Ponies usually just say ‘Hi Pinkie Pie!’ back to me! But honestly I like your way MUCH better!”
The now-hurt stallion couldn’t help but chuckle at the eccentric antics of this Pinkie Pie. With a delighted “SQWEE!” she launched herself backwards, similarly to Scripture, only to roll about on the floor as an added bonus. Scripture, still laughing, righted himself to his feet and went over to help her up, both grinning in delight. “Pinkie Pie’s the name, shop keeping, party making, bakery baking, smile broadening, and dessert eating is my game!”
Scripture had to smile. This pony was absolutely hyperactive! But he liked that, the total randomness, and indeed thought it to be quite... something! “Scripture’s the name, book writing, smart thinking, uber imagination, and friend to all is my game!” They both chortled, almost out of breath now, but Scripture was finally able to get to his intended purpose. “So, uh, Pinkie Pie... I’m here for an order?”
Pinkie Pie bounced about in place and nodded vigorously. “Yep yep yeppidy do! Mr. and Mrs. Cake told me about that order earlier today but had to go off on a very important catering trip! Luckily for you, you have some of the best bakers in Ponyville making your very special, very awesome Mintylock Muffins!”
The white stallion didn’t know how she did it, but she somehow was able to pop in some of the most incredible places as she talked... Once from a cookie jar, from behind him, and even from his mane! How she got in their he would never know… Grinning broadly however, he found her actions pretty funny and laughed some more. It had definitely been a great move to come to Ponyville for awhile!
The door chime rang again and both ponies looked towards it, curiosity snapping on in their brains. A large red wooden bin, brimming over the top with amazing ripe looking apples, was precariously making its way in, wobbling slightly to and fro. Immediately, in a rush of quick comprehension, Scripture raced himself at the doorway, just making it in time to stop the entire bin from spilling its load.
Two released breaths of air could be heard behind the bin, the owners who obviously had a hard time trying to haul this bin. The voice on the left of him spoke first, talking with a slight drawl that irritated Scripture’s grammar-set mind. “Thank ya kindly whoever is helpin’ out. Now if ya can please help us get this here bin into the kitchen, that would be a load of help.”
The other breath- owner, which was slightly more irritated and gruffer sounding than the first voice, groaned a bit in response. It was distinctly female and Scripture could feel quite a bit of strength coming from her side as she started to shove the bin inside the kitchen, nearly tripping Scripture in the process. “Oh c’mon Applejack! We were just able to bring this hunk of worthless fruit all this way! Couldn’t we just set it here?”
The first voice, apparently Applejack’s, retorted back in a tired manner. “No Rainbow Dash! We are almost there an’ they need it... IN the kitchen! Not outside, IN!” Rainbow Dash could audibly be heard groaning, grumbling about how stupid this all was. Scripture smiled and would have shaken his head if it didn’t mean the action would spill the bin and its contents. This Ponyville citizens… something else!
As they attempted to bring the apples to the kitchen, Pinkie Pie had assumed the role of a trafficker, somehow finding two flags to try and direct the trio around. “Alright guys... left, not left! There you go! Now right! GO STRAIGHT NOW! Not your straight MY straight and -”
“THAT’S ENOUGH PINKIE!” All three of the bin holders said in unison, noticing they hadn’t gotten anywhere with Pinkie’s directions. If anything, they had only moved an inch from their original position.
The pink mare, taken aback, said in an offended voice, “Sheesh... just trying to help was all!”
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Author's Note:
Yeah, admittedly, one of my shorter chapters... but basically this is because the original document, which contained the first chapter of this story, was originally 15 pages long and needed to be condensed a little bit in my opinion... so this is what you got!
Please, comment, critique, criticize, etc! :)