Author's Note:
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and all associated characters, locations, etc. are property of Lauren Faust and Hasbro. I do not own these characters, nor do I claim to own them. Now then, continue on with your entertainment endeavors.
Overactive
A story by Mariorulez14
Chapter 4
“Wow, why hasn't anypony ever thought of stories like that before?” Pinkie Pie was obviously excited by the adventures of Goku and his companions. She hopped off the couch, got up on her hind legs and assumed the starting stance of the Kamehameha Wave. “It'd be spectacular if I could shoot cupcakes out of my hooves...I'd sure make parties more interesting!” she said with a giggle. I couldn't help but laugh as the hyperactive mare completed the motions...she even added “Kamehameha!”
I turned off the TV as my mom came out of her room wearing her landscaper's uniform, grabbed a breakfast sandwich my dad made for her and left after giving my dad and I a kiss. “Breakfast's ready, Joel,” he said as he grabbed two plates and began to fill them with pancakes eggs and bacon. Probably a good thing that Fluttershy's at the petting zoo, I thought as I sat down at our kitchen table. My mouth started watering a I thought of my dad's “special” pancakes – fluffy, with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon. I went to the refrigerator to grab the syrup and turned around to see two hungy-looking ponies that had taken up places at the table next to the chairs my dad and I usually sat in.
“Oh goody, I'm always in the mood for a food pancake,” Pinkie said as she took a deep breath in through her nose and let out a satisfied sigh.
“Ooh, is that cinnamon I smell? Your father must be an excellent cook.” Rarity looked as eager as Pinkie was to dig into the pancakes as my dad set the plate in front of me.
“Any extra, dad?” I asked him as he took a bite, completely oblivious to the existence of two peckish ponies who had joined us at the table. He swallowed and said, “Of course, I always make enough for seconds...you've been living here long enough to know your old man!”
As my dad took another bite, I gave a not to Rarity and Pinkie, who understood and trotted over to the stove, helping themselves to the surplus of pancakes as my dad and I cleared our plates. Rarity sniffed a bit as she saw the eggs and sausage, probably thinking something like “barbarians, how do they eat that?”
My dad and I finished and cleaned up the dishes, but my dad was a little confused when it came to how fast the pancakes he made disappeared. “I could have sworn I made more than we ate...”
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“Hey girls, I think we should go and check on Fluttershy.” I put on my Tigers hoodie and started towards the door, only to be stopped by Rarity.
“Darling, if were going out into that awful place you call a city, I have some preparations to make.” Rarity took to mumbling a list of “necessities” as Pinkie came up from behind me, making me jump at her sudden appearance.
“Do we have to wait for Rarity, Joey? Everypony knows she takes forever to get ready to go places!” She flashed me a sad look with those crystal-blue eyes and I looked back at Rarity, who was filling her saddlebags to bursting with assorted cleaners and makeups.
“...fine, we'll go. Just be quiet on the way out.” She nodded and quietly bounced out the door. I followed close behind, closing the door with a soft *click*.
“So where to, Joey,” the party pony asked, “find everypony else or go see Fluttershy first? Oooh, or maybe we could meet up with Fluttershy and then go look for the others!” She somehow clapper her front hooves together while still bouncing up and down.
Just one more thing to add to my list of unexplained Pinkie phenomena...
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Pinkie and I arrived at the petting zoo in about fifteen minutes, mainly because I was sprinting every which way to keep the mare, who was weaving effortlessly through pedestrians, streets and alleyways with expertise despite not having been in this part of the city. My lungs felt like fire as I finally caught up to Pinkie Pie, who was finding it hard to stay still...or at least more still than usual.
“Hurry up, Joey! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
“Okay...okay, just...gimme a sec...”
I leaned up against the admissions shack to catch my breath as I saw a group of kindergarten-age girls catch sight of Pinkie and started to charge her. They were stopped by their leader, either their mom or a teacher, and were scolded for running off; Pinkie, however, didn't notice the girls as she was focused on getting me into the petting zoo as fast as she could.
I fished around for a couple $1 bills in my pocket, paid for my ticket and entered the petting zoo with Pinkie Pie, who was already on the lookout for her yellow pegasus friend.
“FLUTTERSHY, WHERE ARE YOU!?” Pinkie Pie yelled, leaving a pony-shaped dust cloud next to me and pink blurs in the wake of her search...as well as drawing a lot of looks from kids and adults around the area.
“Darn it, you crazy mare...stop!” As much as I wanted to sit there and wait for her, I ran after Pinkie. The pink pony was searching every nook and cranny for her friend – under rocks, in trees, you name it – until we got to the chicken enclosure. I chuckled a bit as I remembered Scootaloo as Pinkie gasped from somewhere in the area.
I found Pinkie a little ways away embracing a sobbing Fluttershy, who was in turn embracing a very flustered Rhode Island Red. “I miss them...” the pegasus said between sobs, “...so much...”
I knelt down by Fluttershy and joined in the emotional group hug. “I bet you do,” I said, patting her on the back, “and I bet they miss you just as much.”
Pinkie produced a handkerchief out of her saddlebag, handed it to Fluttershy and underwent an emotional u-turn. “I know just what'll cheer you up,” she said as she started rummaging through her saddlebags and producing a picture of Fluttershy and her many chickens she kept back in Equestria.
“I know how much you miss your animals whenever we go really far from Ponyville,” Pinkie Pie said, holding the picture closer to the crying pegasus, “and I remember you giving this to me before we left! You know, in case...this happened.”
Fluttershy took the picture from her friend and dried her eyes with Pinkie's handkerchief. “T-thanks, Pinkie...I don't know what anypony in Ponyville would do if you weren't there to cheer us up when we felt sad...”
Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy started to hug it out again as my eyes stayed totally dry. Nope, not a tear in them...
...Who am I kidding, I had tears rolling down my cheeks as much as the two mares did.
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After the ponies were done comforting each other (and me), we set out in search of the three Equestrian mares that were still missing. I told Pinkie and Rarity about what I already knew – about Rainbow Dash and the cruise ship and Applejack possibly being at the orchard near the school. “So that just leaves Twilight...I hope she's not hurt,” Fluttershy said with a worried expression on her face.
“Cheer up, Fluttershy, I bet she's just fine! She could be right under our noses for all we know!” Pinkie Pie let out a laugh as she beeped her own snout with a hoof.
All of a sudden, it looked like I was enveloped in a miniature Big Bang as I was knocked off my feet and blinded for a bit. I could hear the other two ponies chattering excitedly as I blinked an assault of purple spots out of my vision.
...Wait, purple spots?
I rubbed my eyes a little and saw the hazy image of a lavender unicorn, looking both frantic and exhausted as she was being double-teamed by my pony companions. As my vision came more into focus, I saw that it was none other than Twilight Sparkle. Looks like Pinkie was right about the whole “under our noses thing, I thought, my eyes finally yielding a clear picture of the new pony. She's so random, but still...wow.
Pinkie looked at me with a smile so wide it looked like her face would split in two. “Joey, we found Twilight!”
“More like she found us,” Rarity and I said in unison as Twilight pushed herself away from the pink pony clinging to her and putting on a dead-serious face.
“I know everypony's excited to see me, but we've got a big problem. Applejack is in trouble!”